<?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-10412511</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:50:31.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bless the lord</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-116427298742142512</id><published>2006-11-23T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:19:11.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://voxpaux.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHIFTED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls relink, thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-116427298742142512?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/116427298742142512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=116427298742142512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/116427298742142512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/116427298742142512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/11/shifted-pls-relink-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-116109233195329225</id><published>2006-10-17T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:38:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MIKE RILEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this name hits a note, a very big and unpleasant note in me, and to all CHELSEA fans, or to whoever who supports a particular chelsea player(for instance, me.) i've made up my mind not so sound so blatant and mean, but if i ever did hit a spot on someone, like maybe a fan of his? (raises eyebrow), all i can say is, i mean what i say, and if it's insulting, too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened on chelsea vs reading day really spoke out alot about him. to think a poor guy, lying on the field in pain, with a bad concussion, could receive such cold comfort by being ordered to crawl out of the field on all fours, and he could continue with the game like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like fuck? i've watched football matches were players blatantly dived and writhed in pain on the field as if his opponent had knocked his head out of his body? and the game will stop so that the medics could attend to him? and i've never seen such a freaking refree that order the player to CRAWL out of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, honestly i didnt watch the reading vs chelsea match, but what i've read is good enough to come to these conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunt might not have intended that knock against cech's temple, but what turned me off is that he turned around laughing. can you believe it? somebody had a concussion and he could laugh? it's as if the concussion was a joke! well, i bet he thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, is there any disciplinary action for that? players can get booked for being rude to the refree? but they dont get booked for showing nonchalance and indifference to a innocent player that they have so called, unintentionally, injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui Faria was sent off for aiming a punch at a Reading staff during the second half. if i were to be judged, i think i'd rather send off hunt than to send off Faria. i emphasise that hunt might have accidentally crashed into cech, but turning around and laughing as if nothing happened at all speaks really alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diverse to the chelsea vs liverpool match sometime ago, where ballack got sent off. for your information, wonderful mike riley was the refree again. no matter whether the violent conduct ballack displayed against sissiko was intentional or not, at least reports showed that ballack walked to liverpool's dressing room after the match to personally apologise to sissiko. did hunt do that? doenst hunt even feel sorry for causing such pain to cezch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cudicini, substitute goalkeeper for cezch was knocked unconscious as well. and according to reports, Riley refused to stop play. doesnt anybody realise the seriousness of the situation then? how often do you come across a match whereby both your goalkeepers had been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has mike riley been doing throughout the 9o minutes or so during the game? if a refree cant even control a normal epl match between reading, a newly promoted team, and chelsea, the champion team in the premier league, is he fit to be a refree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what had happened, hunt should have received some disciplinary warning. there were many times during football history that players unintentionally hurt their opponents, but they received at least a yellow card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the focus is not the yellow card. what is so grave about this situation is the fact that hunt had no response to cezch's injury, in which he was the cause of it, and the refree showed that he could not feel for an injured man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really pisses me off is the fact that mike riley made petr cezch crawl out of the field when he was suffering a concussion. i've never seen such a refree reacting this way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put it rather blatantly, both hunt and riley are rather irresponsible people. and hello? they're ADULTS. i think my younger brother is much more machured than them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-116109233195329225?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-115980108700610967</id><published>2006-10-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:58:07.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i'm just trying to act postive.&lt;br /&gt;you know, &lt;b&gt;act&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my acting skills are only a pathetic 1/10.&lt;br /&gt;mind you, it was a grade given to me by me.&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be wonderful if i added that point into my testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that tomorrow will not be as &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; as today.&lt;br /&gt;but the papers that are coming back tmr doesnt look as appetizing as the papers that came back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, so much for my brain cells flying into another dimension of outer space,&lt;br /&gt;maybe they would be interested in joining pluto in the 'dwarf planets committee',&lt;br /&gt;i think its reali time to settle down,&lt;br /&gt;and act as a 100000000000000(and the zeros were meant to go on)% mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it's quite impossible.&lt;br /&gt;becuase i can never escape from the clutches of the wonderful computer.&lt;br /&gt;(its not that wonderful actually, and i'm serious about this.)&lt;br /&gt;but its still better than other things that exist currently in the house right now,&lt;br /&gt;especially of course, the wonderful textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;(and the textbooks are REALLY very wonderful cos without them, you'll reali die for o's. and with them, you can at least slack in class, go home and mug ten times harder by yourself. i am, of course, talking about that particular subject, which, the wonderful teacher has motivated us to set up a fan club dedicated to her. i shall not, mention, who and what subject it is, although its written very explicitely somewhere in this cyberspace. and if you open your eyes harder, no actually you wouldnt have to, if you're at the correct source, will know exactly what i'm talking about. but then again, i wont specifically say where, this cyberspace is so big, its good for you to explore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; right now, it states 10.56pm on my handphone. and no matter how hard i'm trying to love the textbooks, i think the bed has left a stronger impulse on me. but for the sake of trying not to feel guilty, i think i'll just read one or two pages of the wonderful textbook of a wonderful subject, so that when i look back tmr, i can be rest assured that, yes, at least i've managed to study sth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115980108700610967?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-10412511.post-115927581905556990</id><published>2006-09-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:03:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good.&lt;br /&gt;prelims over.&lt;br /&gt;one hurdle crossed!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second hurdle: prelim results.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha, i bet i cant make it to jc manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha nothing much to say actually.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite bored.&lt;br /&gt;i always am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched john tucker today.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;but i came out of the cinema with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;which told me, "it's time to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so home i went.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh,&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;as in real bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;like hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;some reflection day thing,&lt;br /&gt;which apparently,&lt;br /&gt;apparently,&lt;br /&gt;apparently,&lt;br /&gt;ends of four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo,&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the presence of a computer,&lt;br /&gt;or else i'll be bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i miss watching football matches,&lt;br /&gt;i've practically watched none since world cup ended!&lt;br /&gt;and germany vs italy is still stuck inside the tape,&lt;br /&gt;which is stuck inside the tape recorder,&lt;br /&gt;because the lovely tape recorder is spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the cableless teevee at home.&lt;br /&gt;i want channel 23!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay,&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop typing this boring post,&lt;br /&gt;and go on to do sth that is more productive,&lt;br /&gt;than typing this boring post,&lt;br /&gt;which says, "i'm bored",&lt;br /&gt;from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm bored,&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115927581905556990?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115927581905556990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115927581905556990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115927581905556990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115927581905556990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/09/good.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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the words properly.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my fingers doesnt seem to obey the commands of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with my sensory, motor and relay neurones.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer games is ripping the bore out of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football language is so un-english.&lt;br /&gt;the terms they use is so english but their meaning is so un-english.&lt;br /&gt;it's called cheeem i guess.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they should have a football dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;so that i can stop asking 1000000000000 what's offside and still dont understand whats offside. haha.&lt;br /&gt;"the soccer dictionary of contemporary soccer language".&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, soccer language.&lt;br /&gt;that's the word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;eeks but i dont feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like.. er..&lt;br /&gt;stoning.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115814821990146467?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115814821990146467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115814821990146467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115814821990146467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115814821990146467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/09/mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-115761035070269488</id><published>2006-09-07T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:35:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Germany 13 &lt;/strong&gt;- 0 San Marino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11', 43', 64', 72' Podolski&lt;br /&gt;28', 47' Schweinsteiger&lt;br /&gt;30', 45'+ 1' Klose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35' Ballack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66', 72' Hitzlsperger&lt;br /&gt;87' M. Friedrich&lt;br /&gt;90'(pen) Schneider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the one who said ballack will never score huh?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115761035070269488?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115761035070269488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115761035070269488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115761035070269488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115761035070269488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/09/germany-13-0-san-marino11-43-64-72.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-115676683100476340</id><published>2006-08-28T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:07:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;#1 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my brother were sitting next to each other in church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;"aye, chelsea playing blackburn tonight!" i said to him.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah yeah," came a boring reply.&lt;br /&gt;"ballack's playing."&lt;br /&gt;"he'll miss a penalty. he'll get injured again.............(and a whole chunk of insults on him)"&lt;br /&gt;"shut up lah! he'll score okay. he'll score ALOT of goals."&lt;br /&gt;mass was about to start and i saw a certain somebody.&lt;br /&gt;"aye, it's ***." i said to him.&lt;br /&gt;"***'s a bastard."&lt;br /&gt;"yes i agree with you. and finally you've said something since you've started cursing ballack."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, but it takes one to recognise another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!! (well, but who's the one who first commented that ***'s a bastard anw? HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#2 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during mass, there was a family with a very young girl and her even younger baby brother sitting in front of me and my brother. out of boredom and i suppose, to entertain her younger baby brother, the very young girl started grabbing his arm and hitting it against the pew.&lt;br /&gt;my arm was very comfortably resting on my bag which was on my lap when my brother when he suddenly grabbed it and started hitting against my bag. but then, he suddenly stopped and said to me, "hey, you're supposed to be doing that to me, it's supposed to be the older sister hitting her younger brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!! (shut up lah and stop playing, we're in mass!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#3 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said to my parents, "should i get a new calculator in case mine screws during o level?"&lt;br /&gt;my mother said, "aiyah, wont be so unlucky one lah."&lt;br /&gt;i went to school today, took out my calculater to do my amaths corrections, and tried to switch it on, but to my utter horror, the typical 0 with a deg sign on top that gives me the confirmation that my calculator is in good working condition never appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!! (so much for my calculator screwing during o level.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#4 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chink lesson today, koh huifang grabbed my phone to check the time.&lt;br /&gt;"aye, ballack's bohgay!"she looked at my mini-display pic and pointedly commented.&lt;br /&gt;"whatthehell!no he's not!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"yes he is, look!" and she passed the phone back to me.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my mini dp and happened to glance past the microphone in front of ballack. to my utter horror, i saw a black hole in his mouth (which was actually the microphone head). "nononono cannot be! ballack's not bohgay!" and i flipped up my phone to try to prove to her that he has a perfect set of teeth. and as i desperately scrolled through my picture folder to try to look for a pic showing him smiling with his teeth, i could not.&lt;br /&gt;"see, he's bohgay lah. that's why he doesnt want to smile showing his teeth."&lt;br /&gt;and i finally found one, and showed it happily to her.&lt;br /&gt;"aiyah here his teeth not broken yet, after that then broken lah."&lt;br /&gt;"no lah!" and i flipped down the phone to check again. and i realised that i mistook the microphone head for the black hole in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!! (and it ended with koh huifang cackling like a mad woman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#5 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, four faith was wrapping their tables with mahjong paper and i went to helped to wrap. apparently they were short of scissors so i helped amanda by tearing the mahjong paper so it would fit the table. and of course, while yuqing, sally, rina, shipei and jasmine were squabbling over scissors and scotch tape, she was done. so i went over to help one of them (cant rmr who).&lt;br /&gt;and as i approached her to offer to tear the mahjong paper, she went, "aye, don't tear don't tear."&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"must be presentable mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!(and another of them commented, "aiyah you also not going to sit on that table what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#6 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine finished wrapping her table and wanted me and rina and a few others i think to a few others to accompany her to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;"haha, go toilet so many people also must accompany you."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah lah, go excursion mah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!(aye, i wanna go observe how the water flows from the tap and from the toilet bowls when you flush them. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#7 desperado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea won blackburn 2-0. but ballack didnt score. walau eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!! (so much for telling my brother so confidently that he'll score lah. aiyah he has 35 more games to score for EPL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115676683100476340?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115676683100476340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115676683100476340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115676683100476340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115676683100476340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-desperado-me-and-my-brother-were.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-115531261863069745</id><published>2006-08-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:10:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"and your blog is crying for food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i'm here to blog. haha, and its about time. it's really starving i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first thing to update on: farewell! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;b&gt;organising committee&lt;/b&gt;: thank you for the great farewell. you guys did a wonderful job, really. the games, the video, the presents, all of the showed how much effort you put into just organise this small farewell for us. (heh yes i know there's a bigger one coming up). the video was especially touching, and whenever i listen to the song i think of you guys. (ah and you ppl gave me inspiration as to what song i should use when i make farewell videos for my friends in future). i was really touched, really. i think all of us were. i dont think anbody walked out of the room feeling totally elated that they will never step into media club again and spend 5 hours each week with their juniors. it was a success really. all in all, you guys did a great job in planning the farewell. thank you! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;publications section&lt;/b&gt;: it has been a wonderful time in that section, crapping with you guys. you made my two years in media club really wonderful. you guys left me with wonderful memories, and all i can say is that i really enjoyed my time in this section, with great people and great pubs head, cherie and amanda! ((: yo &lt;b&gt;amanda&lt;/b&gt; you dindongbird! ((: thanks for being my bestie. haha. i think one line can sum it all. yo &lt;b&gt;shuling, jessica, binghui&lt;/b&gt;: i know you all can be great editors and you can follow the footsteps of your predecessors and lead pubs well! continue to strive on!i have full confidence in you guys! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my &lt;b&gt;good friends&lt;/b&gt;: i wouldnt want to mention names here but i know you all know who you are. yes, although we all may not come from the same sections, but thanks for the wonderful times we spent together during cca, you guys have really really really made my life in media club very memorable and wonderful and i appreciate them all. the friendship that we have built will definitely not be lost, and let's go pig out at sakae at the end of the year! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;all my juniors&lt;/b&gt;: you all have been great juniors in many ways, and have definitely contributed to the wonderful times i've spent in this cca. continue to share this fun-loving characters you have with your juniors so that they have wonderful memories of their seniors in future too! i trust that you all will take good care of media club! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;media club&lt;/b&gt;: just one sentence, you really have been a great cca! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby不要再哭泣&lt;br /&gt;这一幕多么熟悉&lt;br /&gt;紧握着你的手彼此都舍不得分离&lt;br /&gt;每一次想开口但不如保持安静&lt;br /&gt;给我一分钟专心&lt;br /&gt;好好欣赏你的美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福搭配悲伤&lt;br /&gt;痛是在我心交叉&lt;br /&gt;挫折的眼泪不能测试爱的重量&lt;br /&gt;付出的爱收不回 还欠你的我不能给&lt;br /&gt;别把我心也带走&lt;br /&gt;去跟随&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;每一次kiss you Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福搭配悲伤&lt;br /&gt;痛是在我心交叉&lt;br /&gt;挫折的眼泪不能测试爱的重量&lt;br /&gt;付出的爱收不回&lt;br /&gt;但欠你的我不能给&lt;br /&gt;我才明白爱最真实的滋味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;每一次kiss you Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白&lt;br /&gt;我终于明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;深深的被你打败&lt;br /&gt;每一次放弃你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;痛苦难以释怀&lt;br /&gt;每一次和你分开&lt;br /&gt;每一次kiss you Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;爱情的滋味此刻我终于最明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll dedicate this song back to you guys ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and sorry for this late late post. i've been swallowed by more tests and more tests. and i'm seeing more and more stars. haha. oh wells. somehow i'm having mind block as to what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, potc is so freakkking funny!!! hahahahahahaha.. ohmygod it's so freakkkking amusing...&lt;br /&gt;watched it with jasmine, amanda and shipei. haha. damn funny lah, it was a rush of time from bishan to yishun! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i shall stop here for now. my eyes also seeing stars alr.. goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115531261863069745?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115531261863069745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115531261863069745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115531261863069745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115531261863069745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-your-blog-is-crying-for-food-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-115340407736819794</id><published>2006-07-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:01:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and in the name of jesus christ my blog has been ressurected! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey joey you wish has come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i seem to be talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;hello hello is anybody there?&lt;br /&gt;why doesnt a computer have a mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i love logarithms!&lt;br /&gt;logarithms makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i'm turning as morbid as huifang.&lt;br /&gt;huifang, see your big name here!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mention your name once, not even twice!&lt;br /&gt;KOH HUIFANG! look here.&lt;br /&gt;HUIFANG HUIFANG HUIFANG HUIFANG!&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning as morbid as you.&lt;br /&gt;arent you honoured? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go to sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;not cos to take maths test.&lt;br /&gt;but cos i cant wait to &lt;s&gt;smack&lt;/s&gt; whack huifang's head!&lt;br /&gt;(okay huifang since you didnt want me to mention the word smack i shall use the word whack instead)&lt;br /&gt;yeah it'll do good to you, huifang!&lt;br /&gt;cos all the maths formulae will sink into your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths formulae = sodium =  floats&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stnicks track and field won DOUBLE SILVER.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were no tests today!&lt;br /&gt;the blue moon has arrived ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115340407736819794?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115340407736819794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115340407736819794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115340407736819794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115340407736819794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-in-name-of-jesus-christ-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-115270856314885368</id><published>2006-07-12T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:49:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grace oh grace...&lt;br /&gt;tinghui oh tinghui..&lt;br /&gt;edana oh edana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you know exactly how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;who can understand you yourself besides yourself and GOD!&lt;br /&gt;whatthehell, what kinda shit are you doing?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is just STOP dreaming will you!&lt;br /&gt;get down to earth and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;what's the damn shit matter with you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have you spent the whole night doing?&lt;br /&gt;why is this damn com on?!!!&lt;br /&gt;you were supposed to be doing a maths revision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont screw a maths can?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit you're confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;get down to earth lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking shit can.&lt;br /&gt;ragh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world cup's over.&lt;br /&gt;germany didnt win.&lt;br /&gt;england didnt win.&lt;br /&gt;wait for 208 euro's man dammit!&lt;br /&gt;or 2010 world cup!&lt;br /&gt;study now lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, are you going crazy or what?&lt;br /&gt;what's the damn hell matter with you?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you just get down to earth and stop hoping for things that WONT come true.&lt;br /&gt;just accept the fact that there are certain things in life that you're not fated to have lah.&lt;br /&gt;or rather god doesnt want you to have it.&lt;br /&gt;dammit grace, you're a confirmed catholic!&lt;br /&gt;cant you just tell yourself to study study study.&lt;br /&gt;dammit it's july.&lt;br /&gt;it's MID-july.&lt;br /&gt;how many days to prelim i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you just switch off this damn comp and go and study.&lt;br /&gt;cant you just sit down on your table for straight 10 hours and mug mug mug?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell's gone wrong with you man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace edana yee ting hui!&lt;br /&gt;get down to earth will you.&lt;br /&gt;stop hoping, dreaming, thinking of irrelevant things,&lt;br /&gt;and BE PRACTICAL.&lt;br /&gt;you're doing your OLEVELS this year.&lt;br /&gt;stop meddling with your own shit and swallow your textbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit grace just get back to the damn textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;4 more months and it'll be over.&lt;br /&gt;4 more months and you can start doing whatever shit you feel like doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO TO EVERYTHING THAT WILL STOP YOU FROM STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pray more for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;if you cant stop thinking hoping dreaming then go pray the whole day lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe molly's right.&lt;br /&gt;i should eat, sleep and live with my bio textbook.&lt;br /&gt;or rather i should do that for all the textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;my school textbooks can become my pillow for 4 freaking months.&lt;br /&gt;just 4 freaking months.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think your back will get injured by sleeping on your textbooks for 4 freaking months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit grace, just GET DOWN ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to kiss it and dream of it go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;just STAY ON EARTH&lt;br /&gt;and make sure that BOTH OF YOUR FEET ARE PLANTED ONTO EARTH'S SURFACE firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammmit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-115270856314885368?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/115270856314885368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=115270856314885368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115270856314885368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/115270856314885368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/07/grace-oh-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-114839138618849348</id><published>2006-05-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:36:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa,i just realised how addictive youtube is. luckily i havent watched the videos yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw king henry's killing me, walau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, i tell you i'm freaking lack of sleep. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that damned king henry essay wasnt due by this term. SUCKS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur, june holidays coming up, my sleep cant down by two weeks cos we have to go back to sch for extra lessons, and if you look at my timetable, my schedule is very much like that: =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;31/5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 - 8.45 - chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;8.45-10.00 - blank&lt;br /&gt;(10.00-10.45) - break&lt;br /&gt;10.45-12- blank&lt;br /&gt;12.00-1.15 - blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like -raises eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anw, hmm teachers have their own plans. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh off to do the dreaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i n g h e n r y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B L E A G H !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-114839138618849348?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/114839138618849348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=114839138618849348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114839138618849348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114839138618849348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/05/wai-just-realised-how-addictive.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-114795807925657795</id><published>2006-05-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:14:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha basically i came here because amanda is blogging too. and we promised each other to read each other's blogs after we finish blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i dont really know what to say lah, my mind is thinking of the bed right now lah. haha my bedsheet is so rocking comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;nothing&lt;/s&gt; much in school lah, basically alot of things, too many that i really cant be bothered to blog about it lah. wells anw finished watching i not stupid too in sch today. it's super nice show okay. jacinta says some of the parts are so melodrama. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goh nai ying is this super rocking queen of lameness lah. she can say very random things at very random times and make you laugh like shit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah i'm like errr quite sick, which is errr quite horrible, which is err quite, no very unlucky becasue it's like i have alot of freaking things to do now lah. and i realised i lost like my medicine that i bought home like er dunno how many weeks ago. freak lah, i think i threw it away. hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i dunno what to say lah, haiyah so sleeeeeeeeeeeeeepy. Zzzzzzzzzzz. i wanna sleep mannn. how i wish there was no school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah chem test today was so screwed, i was like on my mcq questions 40 mins after the test. so stone lah. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vectors test next week. maths is nice, but vectors sucks lah. ok not that bad lah. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah bo bian lah. lit seminar on saturday, see lah, it took away my precious time to sleep. aiyah bo bian lah, just go sleep earlier lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! (an early one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-114795807925657795?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/114795807925657795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=114795807925657795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114795807925657795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114795807925657795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-basically-i-came-here-because.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-114684331878744755</id><published>2006-05-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:35:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly i'm seriously going crazy trying to juggle ss graded assignment and studying for bio test at the same time, which seriously is very impossible because i end up doing crap on the computer for the whole night. haha, like what's new? hmm and i'm like practically reproducing the ss textbook, which makes me quite worried because it shows i dont know how to pick up the main points. but from what i know, this is not the concern here. i think the best thing that could happen to you for an ss/hist assignment is that you get to write out your essay in the presence of the beloved textbook. hmm and i dont rmr being pinalysed for reproducing the textbook for my essay last year. the only comment written on my paper was to rmr my paragraphing. but i still rmr the graded assignment last year turned out to be four pages, and that was handwritten. but for my current essay, it's er one page and i've only typed out one and a half points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously i have some self disciplinary problems. the computer is one big jinx man. &lt;s&gt;i cant live without it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i had pretty much a nicer week, after the total fiasco that occurred during napfa on tuesday. well not really, considering the amount of money i spent just on one shopping centre in one week, or rather three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught MI3 with amanda on wednesday. jasmine wanted to come with us but she had tuition.the journey to j8 from our school can take as long as er 1/2 an hour, so as to be able to catch the movie, we cabbed down, aware very consciously of the fact that cat high, ri and rj people are really really really really much closer to j8 than we are. thank god we managed to catch it. cos we were rather early so we ate at kfc. then after the movie we cabbed back down to school cos we were afraid that we would be late for night study session. well we made it quite on time. and while everybody was happily walking out of school, we were walking into school. so each of us had to cough up around 10 bucks for one shopping centre, excluding taxi fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is that, both of us are going to watch with our parents somewhere next week again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so that was wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today. had tea buffet at sakae sushi with joce, lingy, pivvy, sue-anne, karina, amanda, sanice, shufy. we actually walked from school to amk library to take 13 to j8 because all the bus stops were flooded with stnicks people. seriously, from the 10 years i've been in st nicks, i've never seen this huge amount of white-and-blue cladded students flocking out of the school. what an eye opener. well anw the walk was good, cos it saved us all 45 cents and helped us to burn some calories (a good excuse to allow us to swallow a bit more sushi). well anw today's outing was certainly very sinful to my pocket and my stomache. cos i spent close to twenty bucks and couldnt take dinner as a result, excluding cab fare. cos me and amanda cabbed home cos she had to rush for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you tele yourself, you'll know how much i spend in j8 within three days. its a record i tell you. basically i'm quite broke now. oh wells, it's a good thing too. eat lesser = save more money. both will definitely do good to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy weekend ahead. ah how sad. sec four life. i hate o's. bleagh. results are dropping like shit. i bet i'm top few in class. from the last. ahhh, what a &lt;s&gt;confidence&lt;/s&gt; demoralisation booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay i shall go and sleep now. buay tahan already. ta. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-114684331878744755?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/114684331878744755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=114684331878744755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114684331878744755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114684331878744755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/05/honestly-im-seriously-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-114658068840317051</id><published>2006-05-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:38:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, i shant bother to type what happened, i still have chemistry homework to do, 39 multiple choice qtns as quoted from mrs tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate today.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate today.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;spastic.&lt;br /&gt;depressing.&lt;br /&gt;and any other negative words you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 run tmr. if i can salvage the situation i will need to skip the run tmr.&lt;br /&gt;not as if doing anything will change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm off to do work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-114658068840317051?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/114658068840317051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=114658068840317051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114658068840317051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114658068840317051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-114646835578817102</id><published>2006-05-01T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:25:55.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i've decided to return to blogging, after don't know how many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think blogging is still the best medicine to get rid of stoning, trust me, it's the best way to entertain yourself when you absolutely have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let me correct myself, when i absolutely feel like doing nothing, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is something seriously very wrong with this, because i'm not supposed to be doing nothing, much less feel like doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to have full of enthusiam to study, study, study. like  ha, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, but seriously its true. i'm supposed to be studying. especially when there is like a five-chapter bio test next monday, namely, transport in heart, transport in mammals, respirationg, excretion and homeostatis. if you flip open your textbook, it's chapters 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i know something, which is good, because it shows that i have touched my bio textbook. and hey, i've read a little bit about homeostasis. homeostatis is the process of keeping the composition of the body fluids within narrow limits. by ensuring a relatively stable internal environment, homeostasis provides the organism witha  certain degree of independence from variations in external environmental conditions. ah but too bad, i'll forgot all these the moment i've shut the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but this is not the best yet. the best has yet to come. seriously, i dont know what's going on with this five chapters, becasue i dont listen to molly in class. okay, i look at her, look at the ohp, and look into my book, and copy some notes occassionaly, but sadly, nothing goes into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough of bio stuff. i've never been really interested in bio actually, okay to be precise, i'm never interested in science. i think reading about hitler is more interesting. at least you can talk rubbish about him because he is dead and i doubt he will bother to come take revenge on me becasue he is too busy thinking of ways on how to rule germany, wherever his soul is lingering right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mao zedong. or deng xiaoping. haha. or sun yat sen. or chiang kai shek.maybe they're all fighting with one another now, settling a revenge that they couldnt settle a long long long time ago. well i think they'll have a good time fighting, after all you cant die twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and not forgetting stalin or lennin, or nikhita krushchev, however you spell their name. i dont know what's going on between them now, i dont really bother to know too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least you know you can talk crap about them when writing a history essay, and as long as your crap make sense and your teacher thinks you have justified your crap properly, you get the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just look at how kind these history figures are. that's why they are so famous. because they allow us to write anything about them and we benefit while they get their reputation tarnished. but who cares? haha. i think they've got so much fun during the reign that they dont really give a heck about reputation anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you insult your own human system, all the bio teachers and scientists and everybody passionate about biology will come running after you with daggers and hammers. and people will view you as real stupid and silly because god gave you such an interesting human system yet you dont know how to appreciate it. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its labour day today. i wish it was labour day everyday, then we all dont have to work. oh sch reopens tmr and they welcome us ever so kindly with our five items napfa test and 2.4km run on the following day. what a warm and friendly welcome, i so appreciate it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well my brother has two legs. oh and his legs are so much stronger than mine. why cant he answer the freaking phone and stop attacking me when i have the momentum to blog. huh blogging is a good thing you know. it teaches you how to crap, and crapping is a very important skill when it comes to subjects that require to write super long answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm seriously lack of sleep. because i think sitting down is such a comfort while walking is such a chore. ahh the best is lying down haha. YAWNS. i wish it was only last night haha. and i wish it'll forever be last night. then i can sleep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating the school's prata and boneless chicken. haha. i think the only thing i look forward to going back to school tmr is to eat prata and chicken. oh yes, and to talk to my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay i think i shall have to spend the rest of the day admiring how torn and tattered my bio book is. becasue it seems that i'm not going to step out of the house today, which is so depressing. life is so boring when you don't go out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least going to school means getting out of the house, but you have to wake up at unearthly hours and do unearthly things, which is not very ideal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, the best is to stay at home and sleep. i think tv programmes are interesting too, but too bad they dont have interetsing tv programmes the whole day. maybe i should beg my father to subscribe to channel 55 or 52. then i can watch tvb shows the whole day. ah i think that'll be best. i dont mind staying home the whole day just to watch that. haha. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-114646835578817102?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/114646835578817102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=114646835578817102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114646835578817102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/114646835578817102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-so-ive-decided-to-return-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112991100107655751</id><published>2005-10-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:15:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why must the computer always give so much damn problems! it's so bullshittttttty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it might be a good thing too; i've grown not to like the computer so much. i stone at the screen and i'll just go BLEH and maybe thoughts like "walau, must write english composition again ar?" or "aiyah i very lazy to type lei" would run through my head. anyway, i'm just typing this becuase there's currently nothing better to do then to study for chinese o's, or rather, to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sleeping can wait. let me enjoy and make use of the 'motviation' and 'passion' that has been rekindled of using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this tea, tiffin and poetry thing in school today. poetry was okay, food was okay, everything is okay, other than that, nothing much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we had all our results back. it's screwed. real screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i havent officially gone down for prayer meet for 10 weeks. oh dammit, i'm feeling so guilty.walau, i'm starting to lose touch, that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrr, miss yee, where did you go?!?! grrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much else i feel like saying. i look at this chunk of words and i think it's pretty passable, and i feel strangely satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that the 'motivation' and 'passion' has been extinguished. never mind, i dont really care. i cant wait to switch on the television in like er around 19 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112991100107655751?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112991100107655751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112991100107655751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112991100107655751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112991100107655751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-must-computer-always-give-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112962534468850675</id><published>2005-10-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:49:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's amazing how i havent typed blogger.com on my computer for so long,&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... is it record time? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also amazing how i lost that liking i had for my computer,&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... well not exactly.. or else i wouldnt have been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also amazing how i started a liking for the television,&lt;br /&gt;the stupid thing that takes so long to load up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also amazing how i manage to drag my father to sit in front of the television with me,&lt;br /&gt;well that wasnt a very hard thing to do in the first place.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's amazing how i manage to pass chem, english and a maths,&lt;br /&gt;well there's still e lit, e maths, ss and hcl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's amazing to know that i'm breeding mosquitoes..&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to come here today to prevent the government officials from coming after me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing to know that i still can manage to find my way around here,&lt;br /&gt;my sense of direction is beyond cure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is it amazing or not to tell you that i'm saying bye bye now,&lt;br /&gt;and that i wont be back for a long long long long long time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112962534468850675?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112962534468850675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112962534468850675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112962534468850675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112962534468850675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-amazing-how-i-havent-typed-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112806090351535490</id><published>2005-09-30T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:15:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had orals on tues.&lt;br /&gt;it was BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we bored our examiner,&lt;br /&gt;cos she didnt come to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoys english today.&lt;br /&gt;it was BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;crappy compo&lt;br /&gt;but compre was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;ah but i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;anw off to lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112806090351535490?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112806090351535490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112806090351535490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112806090351535490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112806090351535490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-orals-on-tues.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112764971367080482</id><published>2005-09-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:01:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i'm still alive and kicking (: and so is my blog! osama didn't bomb my blog! (i've got extremely tight security : D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoys starting this friday. haha, i'm soooooooooooooooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline pulsing through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOOOOF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112764971367080482?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112764971367080482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112764971367080482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112764971367080482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112597472745647531</id><published>2005-09-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:45:27.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;don't you know,&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing it just for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing is actually shit.&lt;br /&gt;big shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112597472745647531?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112597472745647531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112597472745647531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112597472745647531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112597472745647531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-just-doesnt-make-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112583323708924134</id><published>2005-09-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:27:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really pity her, i mean i've been in that same situation before, and it's quite disgusting, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i'm back blogging.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;just the same old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;andmy overall grades improved!&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, but nothing much lah.&lt;br /&gt;acutally i'm just here to say:&lt;br /&gt;finally holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;but that's so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;ok if that's even the word for it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's not much of a holiday lah.&lt;br /&gt;like er, eoy's are like 30th sep.&lt;br /&gt;and chi o levels 31st oct.&lt;br /&gt;cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;like har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th sep - english (I) &amp; (II)&lt;br /&gt;3rd oct - a maths &amp;amp; hcl (I)&lt;br /&gt;5th oct - chem&lt;br /&gt;6th oct - e lit (I) &amp; (II)&lt;br /&gt;7th oct - e maths &amp;amp; ss&lt;br /&gt;10th oct - bio&lt;br /&gt;11th oct - hcl (II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;har har har.&lt;br /&gt;interesting dates man.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have eng oral too.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is:&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know when it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;till something interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody is really being so..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112583323708924134?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112583323708924134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112583323708924134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112583323708924134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112583323708924134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-really-pity-her-i-mean-ive-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112435581113274765</id><published>2005-08-18T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:03:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd happen to think of some kinda anecdote, which reminded me about the way the mother was warning the child in the twenty six malignant gates. but now, that short story have seemed to slip. maybe i shouldnt' have read harry potter yesterday, it sort of zapped some of my non-existent thing called inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise how much time has flied this year. so fast, it's alerady coming to the end of term 3. yes, hectic it may seem and not forgetting stressed. as the days go by, the eoys and the o level chinese paper are drawing nearer. dreadful. :\ and if you would imagine, i just managed to cross the barrier of having bio test on tuesday, and chemistry and social studies test on the following day. thank goodness social studies was source-based, so the prospect of failing so badly (imagine if was an essay!) is not so scary, but nevertheless still there. after all, i didnt' even go through the levels of response, not adding guiltily that i'm not even done with my assignment yet. i didnt study for chemistry either. just to sum things up, i mentally, psychologically and emotionally died after the bio test. (not physically though, although i really very much hope so, or else i wouldnt be able to type this out now). and not forgetting that on the alst week fo term 3, there is a chinese test and two maths test on the same day. dreadful too, but not as bad as hvaing bio, chem and ss test in two consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we knew our english marks that would go into our ppr for this term today. naturally, it sucked, as expected anyway. maybe you could even call it demoralizing, when the score is damn pathetic and my teacher  still mentions that we did well because our marks were all above 30. something to that extent. ironical huh? such a pathetic score and we were said to have done well. and to think that i havent even seen the paper yet. wait till i see it, i wonder how i'll view myself after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blow was a bit too hard, although i expected the score to turn out something like that, but not that bad. in fact, my expectations came quie the other way round. not exactly, but something like that. i had expected to fail that section really, but i turned out to have hit it off rather much okay, i think, thanks to the revision we had the day before, or else i would have maybe failed that section. but that one digit score for that certain section was certainly something i never did expected, okay maybe i did, but i was hoping that the unexpected would come true. (maybe even score a very high 2 digit number). but it's quite insulting to my human brain when i see my friends get a passing mark (2 digits) and i get a one digit score that is quite insignificant (and i mean, really insignificant), exactly similar to some people who did not put any effort in it at all. and i think that's when i think, i've lost my interest for it. i never did have much interest for it in the fist place, just something that i feel i ought to put effort into. but now, i'm starting to think the otherwise. there's a test on that subject coming up, and i have no idea how to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all, it was a group work too. i played some part in it, and it was being taken advantaged off. well, something to that extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that going to school after recess would be a good idea, since my fever had subsided and there was nothing much to do at home. then i wouldnt skip cca and can collect homework also. and i remember that i was a blessing for me to go back to school, despite me still being on mc, because i remember very clearly that tym was revising with us for some chinese test. and becasue of that, i have been recorded in the system as "one time late" and my teacher tells me that i'm still late and that i shouldnt have gone to school at all, because then, i wouldnt have been marked late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm gald that i'm out of it. whenever i think about it, about everything. i'm glad that i'm not in it anymore. i think i've been just suffering in silence all these while. i pity that somebody who's still in it though. i think that somebody knows that nobody can stand it('it' referring to that somebody. i shall use the word it because i dont wish to reveal if its a 'her' or a 'he', anyway i dont think it can be called a human, to think the way it treat it's friends.) and i really wonder how it thick it's skin is. it really disgusts me, just to think about it. dsgusting. disgusting. disgusting. BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr wong said that he would ask the english teachers our standards of writing (our referring to those whoe applied for the SPH job attachment) and i highly doubt that my enlgish teacher would refer me as somebody who has good writing skills. i myself, doubt my own writing skills. and my cca records and leaps form looks rather empty, and yet i didnt want to join the flash comptetition that mrs ang just mentioned. :&lt;br /&gt;my ppr sucks this term, literally. oh wells, it's always sucking. but certain subjects that i'm supposed to be 'good' at doenst seem so 'good' anymore, which makes things worse. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112435581113274765?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112435581113274765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112435581113274765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112435581113274765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112435581113274765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/08/id-happen-to-think-of-some-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112350330132149042</id><published>2005-08-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:21:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeks. :my father changed back to the old keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;the noisy noisy noisy keyboard :but at least i got back the mouse i like. (:&lt;br /&gt;and the computer boot up is now 100 million times faster than before. (:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;walked around the sec 1 classes taking photos with amanda.&lt;br /&gt;and our camera batteries went flat :anyway school ended around 11.&lt;br /&gt;then met up with gerri to go to causeway point.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i waited 55 mins for her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and gerri went to her house to put down some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;gerri's room is so cool okay.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to causeway point and met up with joey, june, elisa, elizabeth and two extremely extremely shy guys for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;elisa is so chatty, so unlike her sister.&lt;br /&gt;and she talks alot in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder someone complains that they are so noisy.&lt;br /&gt;lol. no offence, just joking lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway lunch was really damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went home,&lt;br /&gt;while the rest went to the arcade or sth.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they did really went to play bball after that.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;reached home,&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;then went to play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;and i played real badly :&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's really a nice day in overall lah.&lt;br /&gt;just that i cant believe the forgetfulness in me to leave my umbrella in the class balcony.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'm not fated to use that blue umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;i just got it back from my tuition teacher two days ago you see.&lt;br /&gt;i had left it there.&lt;br /&gt;and now i left it in school for three whole days. :and if i find it missing on thursday,&lt;br /&gt;i would really do know now that i'm not fated to use the blue umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gerri,&lt;br /&gt;dont think too much about it ya?&lt;br /&gt;CONCENTRATE ON YOUR PRELIMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;friendship won't go away just like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;still very good friends, i'm quite sure of that. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112350330132149042?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112350330132149042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112350330132149042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112350330132149042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112350330132149042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/08/eeks.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112316619438042293</id><published>2005-08-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:36:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like this new keyboard !!!&lt;br /&gt;but i still prefer the school's one - it's much softer.&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we had free periods all the way till assembly(last period) after recess today.&lt;br /&gt;cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112316619438042293?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112316619438042293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112316619438042293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112316619438042293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112316619438042293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-like-this-new-keyboard-but-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112306840602803140</id><published>2005-08-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:26:46.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder why you even wanted to bring me into this world,&lt;br /&gt;when you knew exactly how my life would become.&lt;br /&gt;people are throwing very insulting remarks at you.&lt;br /&gt;dont you know that?&lt;br /&gt;people that you made,&lt;br /&gt;people that you chose to become catholics,&lt;br /&gt;people i associate closely with,&lt;br /&gt;they end up throwing insults at you.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you take their insults,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why you ain't putting a stop to anything,&lt;br /&gt;like i even wanted my life to turn out this way in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder how you're feeling up there right now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm human,&lt;br /&gt;i have my own thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;you made me human didnt you?&lt;br /&gt;you didnt make me a donkey,&lt;br /&gt;you didnt make me an animal that goes "meh-meh-meh" all day long.&lt;br /&gt;i have a human heart.&lt;br /&gt;i have a human brain.&lt;br /&gt;and i should think you know all these dont you?&lt;br /&gt;after all you made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee-yer.&lt;br /&gt;my whole right toenail is coming off.&lt;br /&gt;see lah, now cannot play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112306840602803140?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112306840602803140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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NEVER MADE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112290898281084887?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112290898281084887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112290898281084887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112290898281084887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112290898281084887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wish-youd-never-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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year this year.&lt;br /&gt;once in term 1, once in term 2, and once in term 3.&lt;br /&gt;and all 3 times was cos i got caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;if i'd ever get once in term 4, i'd be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;term 4 = exam period.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;(and i actually laughed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;was on my way to church like 6 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;the whole cc3 was going to the art museum to visit the vatican exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;so i went for 7am mass.&lt;br /&gt;and well it was drizzling,&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't bring my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;and the taxi didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;and i was standing there like an idiot,&lt;br /&gt;getting soaked in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, monday i fell sick after pe.&lt;br /&gt;yeah was coming back to class when i started sneezing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;yup then the whole of monday i was sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;oh and on that monday itself,&lt;br /&gt;we were told that our ss test was pushed forward from wed to tues.&lt;br /&gt;and all of us were like wth wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, we had marathon tests.&lt;br /&gt;unsw english followed by ss followed by chinese cheng yu.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow i had fever that day.&lt;br /&gt;and when amanda asked for volunteers to take photos for wed's track finals,&lt;br /&gt;i was like, better not lah, sick lah.&lt;br /&gt;and mr wong was also like, you better not, you sick lah.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like, i sick lah, cannot go lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the final decision was: i'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on wednesday, i was like completely ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;no fever, only a bit sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;but heck it lah.&lt;br /&gt;(anyway the sore throat's gone today).&lt;br /&gt;and then i wanted to go for the finals lor.&lt;br /&gt;and so at 1.50pm, i made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go for the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my saviour for that day:&lt;br /&gt;ms geraldine ngui (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, cabbed down with gerri and her friend aldric.&lt;br /&gt;yup then was walking around together with her.&lt;br /&gt;and we cheered for sn as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;aiyah sn didnt get double champ lah.&lt;br /&gt;missed by one measely point.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to singapore sports school lah.&lt;br /&gt;one point only!&lt;br /&gt;well anyway sn still did well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup then trained home together with gerri after that.&lt;br /&gt;i think we were faster that the chartered bus.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raking up the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain idiots like me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know.&lt;br /&gt;hell, what's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112195449611059816?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112195449611059816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112195449611059816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112195449611059816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112195449611059816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-really-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112176248718648984</id><published>2005-07-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T20:13:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I PASSED CHEM TEST !!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;WOHOOOO !!!! ( :&lt;br /&gt;mol&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;s mol&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;s mol&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;somebody must have been so proud of me : D&lt;br /&gt;mol&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;s mol&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;s mol&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i screwed my listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah.i screwed chinese and social studies too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;give me a life.&lt;br /&gt;i need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112176248718648984?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112176248718648984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112176248718648984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112176248718648984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112176248718648984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-passed-chem-test-wohoooo-moles-moles.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112124391784588663</id><published>2005-07-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:38:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in the schl com lab.&lt;br /&gt;i've just finished my O LEVEL ORAL !!!&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it up completley.&lt;br /&gt;my DDay's arrived !!!&lt;br /&gt;at least i managed to pass my 15th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;well at least since i'm dead,&lt;br /&gt;i won't have to take o level listening this friday,&lt;br /&gt;i won't need to make my IC,&lt;br /&gt;i won't need to take my o level chinese at the end of the year,&lt;br /&gt;i wont need to see my results the next year.&lt;br /&gt;i won't need to sit for o level next year !!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so real.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112124391784588663?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112124391784588663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112124391784588663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112124391784588663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112124391784588663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112083962506551351</id><published>2005-07-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:24:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's midnight. i'm 15 and 1 day years old (:&lt;br /&gt;ok, thanks for the presents, and those who wished me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate a lot of durians today.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm becoming a durian freak.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got back functions paper yesterday and graphs paper today.&lt;br /&gt;pass one fail one.&lt;br /&gt;got back the failed one on my birthday somemore.&lt;br /&gt;like so whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;and the person that accepted the interview backed out ok.&lt;br /&gt;haiyah now i have to find another vegetarian lah!&lt;br /&gt;like so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charismatics was nice lah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah i very lazy to blog. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112083962506551351?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112083962506551351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112083962506551351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112083962506551351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112083962506551351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112031873101882762</id><published>2005-07-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:38:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHATS YOUR FRIGGING PROBLEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112031873101882762?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112031873101882762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112031873101882762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112031873101882762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112031873101882762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-your-frigging-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112031774796822735</id><published>2005-07-02T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:23:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played badminton today, and my toe ain't very pain ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had no school! (: thanks to the seven performing arts group which clinched seven golds for SYF !!! anyway, had to meet up for the english project meeting. the original plan was to meet at amk mrt control station at 2pm and we would head to east coast park to film our advertisment. and so i reached there at around two, and saw huifang there. and we went to guardian and bought sweets and chocolates! and so we waited for a while longer, and jacinta caifen and siewhua had not turned up yet. so i made a phone call to siew hua and her mother said that she was in the toilet! so i called caifen - she's our group leader, and she said that jacinta told her the meeting was cancelled! and so i rang jacinta, and she said caifen said the meeting was cancelled. anyway the hoo-ha went on and on, and at the end of all the hoo-ha, i told jacinta and caifen to come down to get the project done, and siewhua would not be coming because she was tired of jubilate performance, and she had muscle cramp, and she felt that she was not needed. anyhow, me and huifang waited for more than an hour, before jacinta and caifen came, and we decided to walk to bishan park and film our advertisment there. and so, after the countless of groans and grunts and moans, and not forgetting the mosquito bites, we finally had our project done. oh yah, there was this pregnant cat sleeping, and several school teens came by (mind you, they were older than us) and one of them picked up a stick from the ground and poked the cat. and when the cat didnt' seem to respond, that girl used the stick and whacked the cat before moving away. and jacinta huifang and i were staring at that girl, completely shocked. anyway, we went home after the filming, and as huifang and i were walking out of bishan park, we saw a squirrel on the tree! wanted to take a picture of the squirrel but it moved away too quickly and it was like so far. so sadly, we couldnt' take a picture of it. yupp then went home, showered, ate dinner, and wrapped brendan and oliver's present. yupp then headed down to church! so that's basically what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my feelings for you has reached to a level of utter disgust. you're totally fake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILK run tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ta. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112031774796822735?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112031774796822735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112031774796822735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112031774796822735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112031774796822735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/played-badminton-today-and-my-toe-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112014955187309976</id><published>2005-07-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:39:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stressed stressed stressed !!!!&lt;br /&gt;argh, my articles are due !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had movie day during cca day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and it was sec four farewell also.&lt;br /&gt;we watched, A Series of Unfortunate Events.&lt;br /&gt;well, the movie was really not bad.&lt;br /&gt;the cartoon at the beginning of the movie was cute !&lt;br /&gt;was quite boring at first, but turned out quite nice at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show is basically about three siblings who lost their parents in a fire.&lt;br /&gt;a girl (an inventor), a boy (who reads many many books and can remember all of them) and a baby/toddler (who is cute and likes to bite stuff). ok i can't remember their names. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, after they lost their parents, they had to live with their guardian.&lt;br /&gt;he was some count. (you know count dracula that count? hah, but i forgot his name too)&lt;br /&gt;but anyway that count was real horrible.&lt;br /&gt;he treated the kids like shit, well you can call it child-abuse.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway he tried to kill the three children by leaving them on a train track.&lt;br /&gt;well but the genious kids manage to save themselves by changing tracks in time.&lt;br /&gt;and so they had to move and live with another guardian.&lt;br /&gt;their next guardian was uncle (something, i forgot his name too).&lt;br /&gt;and well he kept all sorts of snakes. (and the snakes don't seem to bite him. STRANGE.)&lt;br /&gt;well anyway there was this er very large viper that was supposedly the least poisonous and very friendly. (VERY STRANGE TOO HUH)&lt;br /&gt;and yeah basically that uncle treated the three kids very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;and all was nice until one day that count came by.&lt;br /&gt;he dressed up as an imposter(he pretended to be researching on some dunno what thing)&lt;br /&gt;and well he killed the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;and claimed that it was that extremely large viper who killed the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;and well, when the kids told the detectives that it couldnt be because it was supposed to be the least posionous and very friendly, nobody believed.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what the toddler did.&lt;br /&gt;he went to play with that viper.&lt;br /&gt;and the viper was playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;basically they were playing extremely happily with one another.&lt;br /&gt;and so, the kids had to move again.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the baby only knows how to go ga-ga.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, nobody understands what he says except for his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes, the kids never change clothes, the baby never cries, and he doesnt drink milk.&lt;br /&gt;weird !&lt;br /&gt;well anyway the next guardian they went to live with was this very paranoid woman by the name of josephine.&lt;br /&gt;well she was damn eccentric lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the story goes on blah blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;but that count came one day again, (as this er very old man with a broken leg)&lt;br /&gt;and well, you know the same old thing,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, that josephine person is killed by leeches.&lt;br /&gt;or rather it was something lidat lah.&lt;br /&gt;and so the count took custody of the children again.&lt;br /&gt;and er he wanted the girl to marry him, so that he could get the parent's fortune.&lt;br /&gt;and well he took the baby hostage.&lt;br /&gt;and the boy went to save the baby,and er something happened.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the count was arrested in the end,and er the kids went back to their old house.&lt;br /&gt;and found their parent's letter, which was very touching.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah so the ending was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;anyway the show's basically lidat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup then after cca went home.&lt;br /&gt;had a long chat with amanda at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;and god knows how many green-man-crossing i missed!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had a nice long chat. heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;went home, ate dinner and went down to singapore indoor stadium to watch&lt;br /&gt;ronald susilo vs lin dan.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lin dan won. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;but both of them player really well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the line judges were sotta blind.&lt;br /&gt;when the shuttle was in, they said it was out.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;yup then alan's parents sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huifang drew a xiao ding dang in my diary. it's cute (: and tym commented why i always run to faith. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112014955187309976?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112014955187309976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112014955187309976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112014955187309976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112014955187309976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/07/stressed-stressed-stressed-argh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-112004858223191531</id><published>2005-06-29T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:36:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey Term III !! GROANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been well pretty much okay i guess, but i've been going to school with panda eyes for the past three days. seriously, the bed's calling me, can i go sleep instead please? i yawn right in the start of the morning, even before the bell rings and all the students make a beeline for the field, and you hear mrs goh announcing the time. "Two minutes left!", "One minute left!" and even "Half a minute left!". Well anyway all these has been much typical, even before june holidays ended. (but i never knew that my fingers would become so stiff after school reopened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, it ain't that typical anymore. school ends at 2pm everyday now, instead of 1.30pm, recess has been delayed from 1045 to 11am, alot of funny funny changes made to the timetable, and ramesh left the school. oh yes, and we're being very mathy this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lit assignment is due tomorrow, there's a functions test, and i have three articles to send to amanda by tomorrow too. and i'm supposed to make two phone calls now. seriously, my brains are going to burst, especially when lit. stoning at Joy Luck Club ain't no use, it won't give me any answers. reading Joy Luck Club ain't no use too, because i can't find any answers. besides, i've faced the same character (Ying-Ying St Clair) for the dunno how many thousand millions times already. so can you imagine, i'm reading the Ying-Ying St Clairs chapters for the dunno how many thousand millions times. and mind you, i'm doing Ying-Ying St Clair for character study also. as for the dear functions test, i've no more than read the questions, and thought through the answers for that practice ws mrs koh gave us. as for my articles, i'm 25 minutes late calling somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few of us change our sitting positions today. so now, i'm no longer sitting next to elrica. i'm sitting next to caifen. and thank goodness huifang is still a short distance away. (: and my friends are still around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school life. this is it. my eyelids are like closing, the result of sleeping past twelve since sunday night, no actually monday morning. it wasn't that bad before the june holidays okay. anyway the sec fours are officially stepping down from ccas tomorrow. plus orals are coming soon. okay lah, at least the school practice showed that i wont fail my oral after all. (but that's only if i get some nice topic and nice teachers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i have really no mood to do lit. stress is gettting into my head, into my nerves, into my soul, into my everywhere lah! my brains are overly literature-saturated. i need a break. i want my drama! i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; my drama! (: plus i still have to make the phone call. being my best friend's best friend, i cannot give her a hard time chasing people for their articles, and a hard time editing them as well. okay i promise, i'll make the call as soon as i finish blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew he was forty three. hah. and he was arrested for drunk-driving. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks. really sucks. i've got comprehension problem, i'm just plain stupid. i think i'll be one of those who would have to drop subjects next year. sucks. it really sucks. i wish it'll all stop. i wish somebody could put it to a stop. it's plainly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really brings me disgust. i wonder what the others think. i wonder what the others will think if they finds out the background story. i'm drifting, just because of one person. it's not worth it really, to drift away just because of one unworthy pathetic &lt;s&gt;bytch&lt;/s&gt;. but well i really cannot stop that &lt;s&gt;bytch&lt;/s&gt; from doing what she wants to do. but really it brings me to a disgust. i think the &lt;s&gt;bytch&lt;/s&gt; treats us like some spare tyres. really, i'm completely disgusted. mind you, that &lt;s&gt;bytch&lt;/s&gt; isnt' worthy to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. life is just the four-lettered word lah. i dont deny life can be happy. but aiyah, sometimes i think it's really plain shit lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-112004858223191531?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/112004858223191531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=112004858223191531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112004858223191531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/112004858223191531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey-term-iii-groans.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111977763754086075</id><published>2005-06-26T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:20:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm at the gates of heaven. i stretch out a leg to step in when st peter stops me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st peter: have you finished your homework?&lt;br /&gt;me: er... nope.&lt;br /&gt;st peter: sorry, you have to finish your homework first. go back to purgatory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting tomorrow. a whole new term.&lt;br /&gt;sounds well, pretty &lt;s&gt;exciting&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, exciting if you imagine this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: homework please.&lt;br /&gt;me: er... uhm....&lt;br /&gt;teacher: (raises eyebrow) never do right?&lt;br /&gt;me: uhm...er....&lt;br /&gt;teacher: well i'm waiting for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. not really exciting i guess.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that makes me sound pretty uhm.................&lt;br /&gt;guilty.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;whoops! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111977763754086075?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111977763754086075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111977763754086075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111977763754086075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111977763754086075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-at-gates-of-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111951975641830378</id><published>2005-06-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:42:36.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ORAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what a killer, not really actually. spoke some funny language called engli-chi. my expression sucked. my reading was shit. my mouth was quavering. ah it's over. turned out quite alright actually. not as bad as expected. examiner was nice. topic was easier than the first session's one. thank god. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISTENING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah no comments. just goes to show i've still got hearing problem since er, dunno when. maybe when i was born. HAH. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111951975641830378?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111951975641830378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111951975641830378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111951975641830378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111951975641830378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/oral.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111945111142475414</id><published>2005-06-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:40:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh i didn't know it was whistling!!!! i thought the instrument was a flute!!! it's really so damn cool k. so cool so cool so cool! awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's my new idol (: GL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111945111142475414?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111945111142475414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111945111142475414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111945111142475414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111945111142475414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/gosh-i-didnt-know-it-was-whistling-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111936193393796532</id><published>2005-06-21T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:52:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i'm feeling real screwed. imagine, four crappy posts in a day! and has my brother finished playing piano? i can't play my music. my music and his music will clash, and it'll sound more like noise pollution than music. good he's off the lights, the cue that he's stopped playing the piano. good, now i can play my music.&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hw left:&lt;br /&gt;-ALL the mid year papers&lt;br /&gt;-comprehensions.(TE7-TE10)&lt;br /&gt;-social studies.&lt;br /&gt;-lit character study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all. i have less than a week to do all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111936193393796532?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111936193393796532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111936193393796532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111936193393796532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111936193393796532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111936150822008973</id><published>2005-06-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:45:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the difference btwn watching a video on the comp and doing my little silly stuff on it like blog-hopping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111936150822008973?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111936150822008973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111936150822008973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111936150822008973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111936150822008973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-difference-btwn-watching-video.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111934983416000097</id><published>2005-06-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:30:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh shit. i'm not progressing on my comprehensions again. I'm not progressing on my holiday homework. THIS REALLY SUCKS. great. i've lost my mood again. i'm gonna go into my own meditation. it's called stoning by the way. i'm much happier doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111934983416000097?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111934983416000097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111934983416000097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111934983416000097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111934983416000097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111934954521502922</id><published>2005-06-21T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:25:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate you. i hate your DAMNED mouth. i hate every single part of you. just shut up and get lost will you. life is really peaceful without you around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111934954521502922?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111934954521502922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111934954521502922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111934954521502922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111934954521502922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111916410640073854</id><published>2005-06-19T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:55:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the prosecution statement precedes a chorous of thunderous applause.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that i have one week to complete one holiday of homework.&lt;br /&gt;-_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111916410640073854?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111916410640073854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111916410640073854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111916410640073854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111916410640073854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/prosecution-statement-precedes-chorous.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111876661403832959</id><published>2005-06-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:34:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beginning of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when he worked so hard for it and could not get it you felt sad/hurt. when i worked so hard for it and could not get it, you felt nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an email of &lt;strong&gt;congratulations&lt;/strong&gt;, an &lt;strong&gt;acceptance&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;i've thought i've come into terms with what's called &lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i was just fooling myself.&lt;br /&gt;oh don't be surprised. (do i sound surprised?)&lt;br /&gt;actually i knew that all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111876661403832959?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111876661403832959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111876661403832959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111876661403832959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111876661403832959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/beginning-of-day-when-he-worked-so.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111839746329499197</id><published>2005-06-10T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:57:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is killingly hot.&lt;br /&gt;my toe's in this blue-blackish state.&lt;br /&gt;my leg muscles are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made jelly today! (:&lt;br /&gt;went to school to hand in maths hw.&lt;br /&gt;off to church later, the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;off to do homework :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111839746329499197?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111839746329499197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111839746329499197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111839746329499197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111839746329499197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-skin-weather-is-killingly-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111812681539320521</id><published>2005-06-07T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:31:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first week of june holidays gone. oh i'm not gonna think of the number of weeks left. it'll be too depressing, &lt;s&gt;especially when you haven't touched your homework yet&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from cc3 camp! lot's of feelings about it, some which i don't wish to say right here. but on the overall, it turned out pretty alright, or rather better than expected(that's if you're talking about people like me experiencing some very dramatic moments during cc2 camp), and certain things really made me laugh, even until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day one&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh thank goodness i managed to wake up! : D yepps got ready and cabbed to church. we got our groupings there. i was grouped with darryl, alphonsus, lincoln, benjamin, teresa and marilyn. then, we took the chartered bus to evans lodge. and i can still rmr. i really did not have an impression that evans lodge was a hostel. and then we broke up into our groups, met our facilitators(gerrald and jocelyn) and played some icebreakers(it's always those few games). then after that we went to our rooms. i really pity the people living in the hostel. the room could only contain two double-deckered beds and two very small closets. well, my room ahd this very musty smell, but oh wells, we still survived. then after that, if i'm not wrong, we gathered in the wall and had our first praise and worship session. that hall really reminded me of the basement chapel in ctk. there's the stupid wall blcoking the screen. can't rmr what else we did.after that, if i'm not wrong, it was lunch time. after lunch, we went back to the hall. can't really rmr what we did then. but i rmr that we did some action songs, led by the facils. and then, we were told that our catechists were lost in the botanic gardens and were supposed to find them. all of us didn't have an idea where they were. so we proceeded to the botanic gardens and started our search. after arnd two hours, there was still no trace of them, and we were told to go back to the campsite, where we found the catechists waiting for us there. we did some sharings, and pearlly gave us some of her baked cookies (which dropped on the floor). then, we were told that the catechists actually went to the botanic gardens, but left before we went there to find them. then we were asked to write down on a piece of paper, on the scale of one to ten, how close we were to god. after that we it was our bath time. oh the toilets were extremely tiny too. spent my free time talking to my grandson. (and that nicholas peng kept trying to find out what we were talking about. till the end of camp, he was still extremely interested to find out) then it was dinner time. then if i'm not wrong, we went back to the hall, bringing along that piece of paper and had our second praise and worship session, this time with prayhing over. that time, we were asked to place that piece of paper at the alter and say a prayer. we were at the hall for the whole night. that session ended at eleven and it was time for us to crash. talked to my grandson again and i crashed at around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day two&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gathered in the hall first and we did a lil sharing on the praise and worship session we had the previous night. then we were asked to walk to botanic gardens again, this time specifically at the evolution gardens. then we ate breakfast, chatted around a little, played some games and headed back to the campsite. couldn't really remember what we did after that, but i rmr that we had lunch, followed by our third praise and worship session(with praying over) and then mass. then we showered(if i'm not wrong), had dinner and at the same time discuss our item that we would present that night. i think this was the funniest part during the camp. our item was to sing. we combined many songs into one and had gerrald as our conductor. that night, AJ(angel james) played by james was the mc. and gerrald used AJ's 'wand' to conduct. and according to lincoln, many people were shocked by the change of songs. but everybody's performances was really damn funny and we were all like laughing throughout the night. i think the most funny one were the combined group 10 and 11.(the other two thirds of our class). it was really really really funny lor. rachel acted as a commentator, bernerd acted as an 'ah beng'. (he pointed at gerry and said,"chiobu!" and made some kissing sounds.hahaha. joel and noel acted as stoners. it was a very very very good act! hahaha. amanda and cheryl acted as bimbos, and they complained about the rooms and everything in the bimbo voice. aaron acted as a suicidal kid and kept saying that he wanted to die. it was dman funny lah. kendrick acted as this boy who loved to study and carried this thick stack of books. he went "i want to study". hahaha. and following, we had brendan acting as a homosexual. he was holding a tissuepaper and he went, "hello everybody" and flicked his wrist. and he also said,"i beautiful eveywhere" and shook his whole body. and then he ended by saying to the audience" i love all of you" and flicked his wrist again. it was really very very very very funny and all of us were laughing like hell. and the catechists and facils performed for us as well and it was also VERY VERY funny. hahahahaha. and we rounded up the night by having impromptu praise and worship session again. we were all so damn happy and everybody was like so high. and then after that we went to zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day three&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast, packed our stuff and headed back to church. we had mass again and sang some songs. nothing really much.then camp ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah this is about how cc3 camp went. that's about alll. i'll update again. tell then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111812681539320521?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111812681539320521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111812681539320521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111812681539320521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111812681539320521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-week-of-june-holidays-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111775769312220507</id><published>2005-06-03T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T08:14:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rah. i'm going back to school for that lifescience workshop thingy again.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy : (&lt;br /&gt;and so huifang and siew hua aren't going.&lt;br /&gt;they told me they were s i c k.&lt;br /&gt;and so it's left with me and jacinta (and maybe caifen) to run all the way to yckcc and then back to school (within an hour) to print that stupid advert.&lt;br /&gt;boooo : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get well soon turtle and siew hua : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111775769312220507?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111775769312220507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111775769312220507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111775769312220507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111775769312220507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/rah.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111769760469655067</id><published>2005-06-02T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:33:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so damn freaking irritated with that stupid advert thingy. rah. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had that whatever life science workshop thingy in school today. it was rather okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;-raises eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so worried i cant wake up on time on sat morning. for the past days, i can't response to that beautiful and useful alarm clock of mine. and if i fail to answer the nagging ringing of the alarm clock, i think i can forget about going for church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon huifang.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111769760469655067?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111769760469655067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111769760469655067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111769760469655067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111769760469655067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-damn-freaking-irritated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111752222029081514</id><published>2005-05-31T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:50:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. first day of june holidays is gone. and now, the second day is gonna be gone as well. oh wells. i wish i could just grab time and freeze it, then maybe we don need to go back to school anymore. ha ha ha. and all of us (including the teachers) can just slack at home. ha ha ha. what a nice dream. oh wells. it's only a dream. :&lt;br /&gt;went back to school for maths olympiad today. oh let me tell you, i spent two and a half hours fighting with death. i could feel my brains literally on the verge of bursting. yes, and at the end of the two and a half hours, i could only do one question. yes one only. ha. i paid a frigging 8 bucks to be deprived of my swwet sleep, do one pathetic question, enjoy the aircon in the mpr, and bringing the tables back to the respective classes. oh please dont say that i did every question when you see my answer sheet. i just anyhow fill them in. (by discernment? ha, like i can discern liddat), i filled in whatever number that came into my mind. oh and i wouldn't be surprised to receive a certificate that says this big four-lettered word FAIL and a score of 4. ha. oh yes. i would be extremly surprised if i could pass this barrier of four. oh yes, very very surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah so the holidays have been quite slack thus far. oh wells, thats not supposed to be the case. ha, if you look at my mountain pile of homework, you would surely be wondering, why do i seem so free? erm, corrections. i aint free. ha, i just don't feel like working. oh just thinking of touching that pile of homework makes me feel so sick. oh well, not very actually. it just turns me off. i'd rather spend my time on things i prefer to do. for instance, these few days, that very huge black monster has captured my attention. you know, that so harmless monster that gives you so much entertainment when you're bored? that ver cute and addictive electrical thing that makes you sit and stone at it for hours and hours as you hold on to the thing that controls the monster and press press press press? yeah. i've just taken a liking for this pressing pressing business for the past few days. no, to be precise, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss yee, you should be doing your homework. not this pressing pressing business. ha, i thought your form teacher told you not to get a job this june holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, sorry lah. what if i said i have no mood to do any homework? (but the fact is, i did a bit, just this teeeny weeny bit.) well, at least i did some right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church camp this saturday. : ) ok let's hope nothing dramatic will happen this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go bathe now. i think the heater is gonna explode soon. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i could fall into the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111752222029081514?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111752222029081514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111752222029081514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111752222029081514'/><link 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for the very good performance on thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;my very dear grandson, you would make a very good script writer and actor.&lt;br /&gt;i think you have indeed sealed your future.&lt;br /&gt;ahmah is proud of you : )&lt;br /&gt;shall i go call mediacorp now for you?&lt;br /&gt;yes and my very dear unforseen angel, you too would excel as an actor.&lt;br /&gt;i think you need not become a priest already.&lt;br /&gt;i think your calling is to become an actor as well.&lt;br /&gt;and of course my dear grandson and unforseen angel,&lt;br /&gt;i would definitely vote for you as top 10 artistes.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. : )&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you two jokers lah.&lt;br /&gt;so playful.&lt;br /&gt;but i think my grandson learn his lesson already right?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your &lt;s&gt;dying&lt;/s&gt; present anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yes i understand,&lt;br /&gt;you only have &lt;s&gt;one month to live&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the june holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;well it's really not much of a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the only BIG difference is that i can sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't need to wake up super early to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is something really that means ALOT to me.&lt;br /&gt;but its really too bad that i have to say that:&lt;br /&gt;holiday life = school life.&lt;br /&gt;-wails.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holiday-working people. :&lt;br /&gt;let us all pray that we can finish that mount everest- tall homework.&lt;br /&gt;(amen).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111728800735524934?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111728800735524934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111728800735524934' 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/&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i have my own ways. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where should i be now?&lt;br /&gt;doing chem?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;i should be eating!&lt;br /&gt;-gaps.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry! : )&lt;br /&gt;(stomach GROWLS!)&lt;br /&gt;GROWLS.&lt;br /&gt;GROWLS.&lt;br /&gt;GROWLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;months&lt;br /&gt;and months&lt;br /&gt;and months&lt;br /&gt;i've found &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how cheapskate it is.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i still like it : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;someone help me maintain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne trip today.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;stupid headache : (&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;anyway boat ride was fun : D&lt;br /&gt;it took my giddiness away.&lt;br /&gt;but it came back during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;-gasps.&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks turtle and siewhua for fanning me : D&lt;br /&gt;and of course to those who showed concern.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;finally term 2's  ending.&lt;br /&gt;just a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;phew! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but looking at the mountain of holiday homework we have&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;(no comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to read the chinese book lei.&lt;br /&gt;-frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111694965584274316?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111694965584274316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111694965584274316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111694965584274316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111694965584274316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-really-shouldnt-be-here-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111677252886475965</id><published>2005-05-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:35:28.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so slack.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sian.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;why must adults and us youngsters think so differently?&lt;br /&gt;dee dum dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;er what "i make people suffer?"&lt;br /&gt;erm hellllllllllloooooooooooo?&lt;br /&gt;you say deedumdeedum&lt;br /&gt;then you walk away&lt;br /&gt;and you erm expect me to think that you haven't finished with what you said?&lt;br /&gt;and you expect me to walk up to you and ask you that you're done with the msg?&lt;br /&gt;when you &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walked away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;helllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;knock (X infinite)&lt;br /&gt;and you think that "i make others suffer" when you could like send another msg.&lt;br /&gt;erm and what you said that it will disturb the very busy person because of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one more sms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and you claim that,&lt;br /&gt;no i SAW that&lt;br /&gt;your sent messages are dammit little.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;deedumdeedum.&lt;br /&gt;and when i wanted to clarify,&lt;br /&gt;you said "dont talk about it lah".&lt;br /&gt;ermmmmmmmmmm okkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're very irriated by him&lt;br /&gt;no need to vent frustration on me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;whateverrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;i want ot go out.&lt;br /&gt;i dont' feel like being stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;i want tuesday to hurry up and be done with.&lt;br /&gt;i want maths test to be over!&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i want to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to see him in the house.&lt;br /&gt;oh pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;okokokokok.&lt;br /&gt;i shall maintain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;need to start homework soon.&lt;br /&gt;have been slacking like shit for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;haizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever out there (aiyah to that few ppl in church)&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SHE HAS A BF.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;shan't comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111677252886475965?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111677252886475965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111677252886475965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111677252886475965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111677252886475965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-so-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111660560474356997</id><published>2005-05-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:25:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i bought 16! : )&lt;br /&gt;and mr tym thought that i could know how to play weiqi after reading 15 books of qilinwang?&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. whatever. today's such a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;i mean this few days have been such a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;just because of one stupid reason.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't noticed, i'm not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh well heck.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be oblivious to my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i wouldn't like to 'carry a burden wherever i go'.&lt;br /&gt;neither do i want to become a person of laments.&lt;br /&gt;so welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;but oh of course i would pounce on it whenever it comes.&lt;br /&gt;(looks at huifang.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how adults play around with words.&lt;br /&gt;so crafty.&lt;br /&gt;they phrase the question in such the way that you can't say 'what they dont want to hear'.&lt;br /&gt;and of course we teenagers arent stupid.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;after all there's A reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;(note i emphasised the 'A')&lt;br /&gt;i believe i can survive.&lt;br /&gt;(looks at huifang again.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwwwwed lit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for sure i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can sense it.&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i knew this would happen even before it prepared for the test.&lt;br /&gt;(looks at amanda)&lt;br /&gt;and i actually spent erm 1 hour lamenting to her after looking at her lit notes.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;what's new?&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dammit pissed with bio.&lt;br /&gt;the subject is really getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;so i look forward to service learning EVERY friday.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised how much i've come to like service learning,&lt;br /&gt;where i can just stretch and relax.&lt;br /&gt;and i can take my mind of some stupid enzymes.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to vent our frustrations, me and huifang invented this eraser throwing game.&lt;br /&gt;we took turns to flung huifang's eraser at the board.&lt;br /&gt;and i was being a little bit too ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;(throws the eraser at the tv)&lt;br /&gt;(eraser bounces of the tv)&lt;br /&gt;(hits chenyongmeng's erm nose?)&lt;br /&gt;gosh i pissed him again.&lt;br /&gt;ok i was too humiliated just now to say a proper sorry.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(goes to get the eraser back for huifang)&lt;br /&gt;(hands stretches out to take eraser)&lt;br /&gt;(fast reaction)&lt;br /&gt;(his hand grabs the eraser back)&lt;br /&gt;(and gives me THE look)&lt;br /&gt;one word.&lt;br /&gt;humiliation.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway huifang still did get her eraser back after all.&lt;br /&gt;not before chenyongmeng drew a turtle on it.&lt;br /&gt;oh and huifang was so chissed of.&lt;br /&gt;she threw the eraser away.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i darent' touch the eraser after that.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm then went for sph media club talk.&lt;br /&gt;ahh i almost fell asleep : (&lt;br /&gt;no to be precise i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that the cameras were clicking away!&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;the topic was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;but the presenter wasn't talking.&lt;br /&gt;he was droning.&lt;br /&gt;and my sec 2 junior sitting next to me complained to me that she was falling asleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;goes to show i'm still normal.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate a curry puff and my lunch after the talk.&lt;br /&gt;then went to j8 to get my comic.&lt;br /&gt;YES! : )&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is everybody like so shocked to see me in school uniform?&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got my maths paper back.&lt;br /&gt;and oh wells, did quite well lah.&lt;br /&gt;but i could make mistakes like,&lt;br /&gt;not reading the question.&lt;br /&gt;and left the section of that question blank.&lt;br /&gt;and i could mix up the less than sign and the more than sign.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;am i normal after all?&lt;br /&gt;-GASPS-&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i'm actually hoping to get back my elective history paper.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i dont even know why i'm feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;am i going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm looking forward to see how screwwwwwwed it will turn out to be.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thank goodness june holidays are approaching.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;so much homework to be done.&lt;br /&gt;oh but at least i dont have to face the pek-chekness and lei-cheiness of:&lt;br /&gt;getting up early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and facing the pressure of teachers.&lt;br /&gt;oh it really can get very stressful at times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;especially when you know you owe some of them homework.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;look away.&lt;br /&gt;don't look at me.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't stand it when people judge people becasue they are 'rounder'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't wish to quote that person here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shame on yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;digest these threw words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHAME ON YOURSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of the piled-up tuition homework makes me want to die.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;gonna read finish 16.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe go into la-la-land.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least there's a long holiday ahead.&lt;br /&gt;good time to catch up on some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-YAWNS.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be the last week of school to! : )&lt;br /&gt;oh there's so many things to accomplish during the school holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some which i can't wait! : )&lt;br /&gt;and there's one very special day next week : D&lt;br /&gt;shan't mention it here.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall let HER mention it HERSELF.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh wells guess i'll just stop here for the day.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's growling.&lt;br /&gt;off to ransack the refrigerator. : )&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yes. one quick thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;geraint wong is joining ctkcpg as WORSHIP LEADER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok i shall take photos and report on it ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm anyway i didn't really like charismatics today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;although mr christian chua's talk was very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i still prefer the basement chapel anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;although it would be good if they got rid of that stupid wall. : (&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111660560474356997?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111660560474356997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111660560474356997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111660560474356997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111660560474356997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-bought-16-and-mr-tym-thought-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111632017965782235</id><published>2005-05-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:22:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;school's blog is in chinese!&lt;br /&gt;-GASPS!-&lt;br /&gt;who in the right mind would set such settings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm ready to face the clutches of term 2 week 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;time really flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soon the june hols would be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;soon we are gonna face the evil face of chinese o level paper. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i would be &lt;s&gt;dead&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; for oral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just proved that to myself yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were having oral practise during chinese lesson yestd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i was like AAAAAA when a familiar face was looking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imagine it when some alien faceS stare at me on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imagine their big big big big tiger eyes and their hideous faces that could swallow you whole any moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-GASPS-. let's not imagine too much ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm a knight this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i pick up the sword and swipe out all of my enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have successfully killed one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maths, his name is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he comes from the world of quadratic functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, i know it's sounds so sentimental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but sorry i had to kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because i have to face another enemy on thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his name is erm, higher chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he comes from the world of i-dunno-where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ask mr tym, he'll know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes and whether or not i win, heck it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after all, i still have to face my greatest enemy on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;literature, the damnned alien's name is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he comes from the world of joy luck club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh his world may sound so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"joy luck", what else can it mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-GASPS- it should stay out of war shouldnt' it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i face my greatest enemy next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it comes from the world of suckiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ask the teachers if you dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;their so busily printing it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;teachers, stop it please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we have fought many wars this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one of them of course with hitler and stalin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;teachers, we are not HITLER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we do not like war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;please don't excite our enemies anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we dont' want to see our ppr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;adn we dont want the meet-the-teachers session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let our enemies stay dormant please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dont' let them come back anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gosh. i guess i have to prepare myself for the battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they arent' easy to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really hope i will win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;may god bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm prepared to be self-sacrificial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yes we watched this cute cute cute movie during chinese today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope we are continuing it tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh that's one of our allies by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they come once in a blue moon only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111632017965782235?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111597898788902679</id><published>2005-05-13T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:09:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, hello MR DARRYL FOO! (naughty pig...you lied to me : D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. i'm back. &lt;u&gt;officially&lt;/u&gt; that's it. it's been through this drilling, boring and horrible time, going through countless of tests  and a TREACHEROUS history exam, and that yet-to-be-completed article. but well, i've gone through most of them, and is &lt;s&gt;most ready&lt;/s&gt; to welcome somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much thing's happened. and i dont' know where to start. that's how organised i am. and that's they whole enjoyment of life. unexpected things pop up here and there. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio. gosh i studied so dammit hard for it! ahh and like i mixed up all my facts in the test? and some questions were even total alien to me?and i missed this teeny-weeny bit to pass! damn! well anyway erm very few people passed lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history. okkkkkkkkkkk. shall i be nice to myself and say erm, i didn't screw it? cos i really did. for structured i mean. you should the extremely neat scrawl sprewed over the foolscap paper. oh i really pity the marker marking my answers. may you have a nice time disecting my words :D and i pissed off so many teachers that day. becuase i was so busy studying history that i hardly talk at all. and like so many teachers had to shush me that day because me and jacinta kept talking? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry. ok tht was like two days ago. i'm like so chisled! ha. i missed the paper.and when i received the test questions, i was like -------. you know that kind of feeling, that you feel like tearing the paper into bits and pieces! i knew the answers like with a straight snap of my finger! and i knew they were correct because mrs lai was going through the answers? how nice. thank you mr flu bug, all the credit goes to you! now happy! get lost from my body RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes mr flu bug has invaded my body.(at the beginning and at the end of this term. what a nice way to start and end a term.) and my throat and nose is hurting like shit. i saw the doc on wed on saw her today again. gosh. the fever refuse to subside. it goes up and comes down and goes up again. awww. it's expected actually. as the saying goes, what goes up must come down. and what comes down must go up. ahhh, i think i'm famous in the clinic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, talking about the doctor, i think this one is much better than the previous one. today was the first time i saw her. awwww. thank goodness it's not that unfriendly one. she actually tears out the mc and slams it on the table. and she always give me the patients this dao look. thank goodness she's not there anymore. so now the clinic has two nice doctors : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was supposed to be chinese and maths test yesterday, but guess what, both of them are postponed to next week. and there was an original plan to have lit test today too, but again it's postponed to next week. ha. i think life is so ironical? or maybe coincidental? when one teacher starts postponing the test, the rest of the teachers postpone as well. so now, i have three tests next week. h a h a h a. i'm so &lt;s&gt;excited&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and i can't deny this very exciting event called NAPFA. we had it last thursday. our first station was shuttle run. and mr tym was our timer. mr rain was extremely kind that day, and gave us such a dammit good weather until we had to run indoors. and you know how the floor inside a school building is so slipperly lah. i think if that's the case, they should change the item 'shuttle' run to 'skating' run, so as to accomodate to the surroundings. anyhow, we still ran. and on my first try, i slipped. not as in i fell, but that i wasted a few mini seconds trying to pick and put the beanie bag. and i ran 11.3 seconds on my first try. and i was so dammit pissed! so i wanted to go again. and mr tym was like, nononono. you got A already. dont' waste time. and i was like going RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. and so i was dammit bu shuang and i just took off my socks and shoes and passed the paper to him again. and i had to plead and plead and plead with him until finally he gave me my second try. and i ran 10.5 seconds. HOWEVER, when the records came out today, my timing was recorded as 11.3 seconds. RAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! i think it was becuase mr tym had put a dash on the box of my second try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAO SHI!!! WHY YOU LIDDAT!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and so the rest of the items went pretty well. i think i improved everything except for sit and reach. my muscles were really damn stiff that day. and then after that went for cca. and like me and janice were the first few sec threes to reach there. and we really like didnt' know what to do. so we ended up going to the canteen. so, in conclusion, the sec threes hardly cca-ed that day at all. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye check up this week! my left eyesight actually improved! YAY! : D  yes and we got back our zhou ji yesterday. mr tym was so interested to find out why huifang was writing on perfume. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm and did i mention that i missed erm almost two days of school? the credit goes to you mr flu bug. yes and i missed erm four hours of maths lesson!and today me and huifang were squabbling over some stupid functions thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we began today's lesson with e lit. gosh dammit. i hate beginning the day with english or lit. i'd prefer it to begin with maths. rahhh. e lit just absorbed all energy away. i don't like english and e lit. :  (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had this student forum thing in the hall at 1pm today. it was supposed to end at two, but extended all the way to two twenty. and gosh, please, i have so much to say about the new school rules you people came up with. could you please pass me the mike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staggered recess -&gt; hello? why can't the cca groups be entitled to meet up during recess? so you need to hold the meeting after school? dont' forget. there's this big thing called the five day work week. so we have a cca's on weekdays and we go home quite late. and meetings be hold after school? no way! and hello! the syf groups brought us seven golds this year. why? because they work so hard, practising during recess and after school! and now they are being deprived for the meetings during recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socks -&gt; that SNGS socks is totally redandon! i mean look, we have our own socks at home. so what are we gonna do with our own socks after we buy the schools socks? throw them away? like please? and hello, there are always black sheeps among the white sheeps, so why should the white sheeps sacrifice their socks for the black sheeps! the white sheeps didnt' cause any trouble! like helloooooo? no need to affect the whole school right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ear studs -&gt; the whole point of wearing white ear studs so that it would not be visible. so what's the problem with wearing two, three, four ear studs when "they can't be seen" in the first place? and yes, what's wrong with people piercing their ears? does that make them more ah lian? our teachers have pierced ears too? so? why deprive them with one ear stud on each ear? and yes, the ear holes do close if you don't put the studs. i have a few friends with their ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handphone -&gt; look. why must the whole school be banned from bringing their phones to school just because of five people who had their phones confiscated? doesn't make sense does it? one should hold the responsibility for themselves. others do not take the responsibilities for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new uniform -&gt; i'm very very very dammit against that. we are still part of an ij school, and we all share the same theme uniform. blue uniform white blouse. so if st nicks change, it does not hold the ij spirit anymore. unless all the ij uniforms change lah. but please? will that ever be possible? and like hello? expect us to be like what five sets of that thing? then what do we do with the rest of our pinafores and blouses? throw them away? please? i dont' see the point of wasting that money. my principal for this is the same as the socks and the handphones. those who do wrong should face the music. why should everybody take the responsibility for the wrongdoers? and please? what happens when it comes to pe? expect us to change in the classrooms? hello? EXCUSE ME. what's modesty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look that talk almost &lt;s&gt;killed&lt;/s&gt; me. i'm sure the school would have known our responses. they are not stupid. it's a school. hello? they deal with students. what's with this transformation?? -gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. rahh. what a long post. have so many late assignments for maths and lit. gosh. plus tests to study. ok i'm gonna disappear for another long period of time. -gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i lost my rosary. and found it two days later under jacinta's row of files! : D and that day was the friday before history exam! :  ) hmm i wondered how it ever ended up there in the first place. i dont' rmr seeing it there when i was searching for it. -frowns. (miraclce?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. off now.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[one year has passed. let's hope the phrase "history repeats itslef" will not work for this...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111597898788902679?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111597898788902679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111597898788902679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111597898788902679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111597898788902679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-of-all-hello-mr-darryl-foo.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111504716566010199</id><published>2005-05-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:19:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111504716566010199?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111504716566010199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111504716566010199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111504716566010199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111504716566010199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/shut-up-die-die-die-die-die-die-die.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111495779233838150</id><published>2005-05-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:29:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>use a while also cannot meh? [pissed].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shopping at ntuc just now, ar and i slipped and fell : ( and like the whole world saw me! and my father thought that my brother knocked down a shelf or something. lol. and my brother kept mocking me after that. like wth. arrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i got a new phone pouch : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. some guy gave me a prank call and acted so stupidly. maybe it wasn't a prank call after all. maybe wrong number. he sounded so lost. and i kept telling him,"i think you've got the wrong number" and "no i didn't call you". aiyah and he still acted so blur blur, as if he didn't understand what i was saying and he refused to put the phone down! so i just said bye bye and hanged the phone. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111495779233838150?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111495779233838150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111495779233838150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111495779233838150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111495779233838150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/use-while-also-cannot-meh-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111493555950864914</id><published>2005-05-01T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:22:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems that maths teachers love to go to thomson plaza. hahaha. i've been bumping into them lately. LOL. or maybe fate enjoys seeing me bumping into no other subj teachers except maths teachers? or maybe it goes to show that i have an affinity with maths? awwww, that will be so COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't believe that i can bring myself to sing myself to sleep. when did i ever found a new way to enter la-la-la-land? -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no such time to wonder about these crap now. i have to STUDY! i'm like soooo dead? hahaha. how am i supposed to finish studying for bio when i have to study for history EXAM, chem test, add maths test and higher chinese test? gosh manns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww now i have erm bio and history notes sitting in front of me. gosh i must be looking extremely comical. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111493555950864914?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111493555950864914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111493555950864914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111493555950864914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111493555950864914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-seems-that-maths-teachers-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111485574131187399</id><published>2005-04-30T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:09:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cos i'm the genius... i will turn ur mourning into dancing if u let me...i will make you dance... and receive tongues... -donated by mr brendan mark kok. interesting right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh mr YZZ brought his ipod today, and he has THAT song. WOHOOO! : ) and he inspired me to search for the other one. lol. and well i can't it. well i shall just leave the searching to him. hahaha. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm feeling so happy! (for the moment lah!) because i managed to cry after erm dunno how many months. lol. hahahaha. okay fine i'm crazy. i shouldn't hyperventilate too much, or else i'll flop bio test this wed. (and the whole series of tests and exam next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sports day yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning to a very nice call made by my mother. fyi, that call was purposely made to wake me up! lol. then after that did those usual morning routines, showered, did erm 2 questions of tuititon homework, then off to school! hahaha. waited for amanda to finish her lit lesson, then went up to staff room to wait for mr wong. hahaha. then we happened to turn around and saw mr wong approaching and he was wearing sunglasses! lol. the look was really extremely comical. and simply amusing. amanda and i couldn't stop laughing. lol. then after that we went into the staff room. then mr wong was lamenting that many articles were not submitted yet and there is no one full page of connexions. hence we couldnt do the layout yet so he asked us to take turns to play around with freehand. lol. ahhh and he also passed 10 bucks to me and amanda to go down to the schl bookshop to buy tags and he also told amanda to take lunch. but it so happened that the bookshop was closed. yeah then we went back up to the staff room. then he brought us to the art room to play around with the mac computers there. but it so happend that he forgot to transfer the fonts so we had to go back to the stafff room again. so we took turns to sit on his chair and played aruond with the freehand functions. ahh then he found out that amanda only ate a muselli bar and he ordered amandat to go down again to buy a burger or smth. hahaha. then amanda had to like go back to the canteen? lol. so yeah then after that we played around with freehand. ya. then sze wai came and passed me mits tee. then we changed. and then after that all the teachers who saw us went like, "aiyoh! what house you all in? why wear so black one?" (btw, amanda and i are one of those in the crew so we dont' wear our house tee). yeah then after that we went down and the whole fun started! : D all of us were like busily clicking away : D and we were like running up and down. left and right. hahahaha. and i was so busy taking photos that once i just stepped back and knocked down a cone! lol. and it was so maluating becuase like several teachers saw? hahahhaa. and then after that turtle, pris and angelique called out to me from the specs stand! lol and turtle actually offered me an mnm but i was too far to accept it!ahh and the whole thing ended at around 7.30. then i ran up to the staff room to collect my stuff, then after that had to wait for mrs ang to transfer the files from my digi cam (or rather my father's digi cam) to her comp. then after that ran down to the gate, then my father dropped amanda home, and then he dropped me at church. lol. and i actually didnt' take dinner! and by the time christian started his very amusing talk i was so hungry that i had to go coffeshop to eat! hahhahaha. ok lol i wont do it again. yeah. then after charismatics the guys put up a very entertaining and amusing act for all of us to see  : ) (and that included all of us tickling aaron and brendan pouring holy water all over him!) lol it was really very amusing lah and all of us were like laughing so hard. hahaha, esp oliver and marcus doing that screaming thing. LOL. HAHAHAHA! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, i better go study now. poofs : ( IT just made me in such a bad mood. poofs. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111485574131187399?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111485574131187399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111485574131187399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111485574131187399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111485574131187399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/cos-im-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111470184645934479</id><published>2005-04-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:33:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"mr tan said the dalai lama could change (his sex) when he wanted" -huifang.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. that's real corny. how is that supposed to be possible? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously come to think about it, i'm really amused about this whole dalai lama thingy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this some other thing that amuses me. LOL. it's amanda's napfa commentory. LOL but i turned it into my crap. hahaha :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thesis argument is: napfa is healthy for us as it determines how healthy we are (?!?!?!?!?!?) –I’m trying to be politically correct- but however. WE DETEST LOATHE ABHOR IT UTTERLY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't complain I’m being biased. Everybody’s feeling THAT WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we do to change the system of napfa so that everybody would enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H I N K LAH!!! And hopefully the moe people will crack the brains to make lives better for the pupils. although I know they are shen shen xue zi.(I’m trying to show off my Chinese, trying to prove the moe’s education system and that my Chinese TEACHERS have taught me very well –coughs- and is very effective –trying to be politically correct again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a waste of our time although we are exercising and overweight people like me may try ot take the chance to lose a few calories… (ahem I;m referring to 2.4 km.) I mean how can jumping andpulling up help you lose weight?!?!?!?!?!?!!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is a waste of our time – It is something that is not beneficial to our time and we are supposed to use our time to the fullest right? Doing something that is not beneficial to our time is not using our time to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND somemore like it’s so LEICHEI. Must bring shoe bag to school. And people who are carrying files have to carry so many things to school. And then it’ll make us look so clumsy. And when the testers see us liddat right, they will have a bad impression on us and think we can’t do sophisticated items like pull up which requires your body to be very steady...oh yes and they might think you would look like a pig when you’re running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END OF COMMENTARY-/ bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok it's just crap O-K-A-Y?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111470184645934479?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111470184645934479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111470184645934479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111470184645934479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111470184645934479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/mr-tan-said-dalai-lama-could-change.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111467448327776923</id><published>2005-04-28T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:50:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh, there &lt;s&gt;are&lt;/s&gt; were two nosy busybodies peeping over my shoulders :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so huifang decided not to blog on her koh-hui-fang url anymore. ahhh, but i'll shall be her loyal tagger and keep her flobble alive :D (and hopefully she doesn't get too bored and comes to hack my blog instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahhs i wonder what made her wanted to keep a private url, ahh maybe it was because of the blog thingy discussion during tym lesson's yesterday. mmmmmmmmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i'm so greedy : ( i ate so much &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; today : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't hear what the girls were saying during assembly today. all i knew was that they were talking some stuff on hong long meng. ahhhhhhhhh, so sentimental...(until i could fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day tomorrow! ahh, hopefully they will end on time, or even maybe earlier!&lt;br /&gt;(I DONT WANT TO BE LATE FOR CHARISMATICS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca ended early today : ) too bad i have tuition later :(&lt;br /&gt;(spoils my day) oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tym was talking about some titbet thingy during chi lesson today. i didnt' know the ppl had some funny funny believes, er like what looking into the lake and erm see dunno dunno what? and what hearing er dunno who telling them what direction to go? like uhhm, how'd you know it's the good not the evil?hmmmmm. oh wells, shant comment further. like what mr tym said, must learn to be more open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA....(raises eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, time to do commentory. ahh, where's my beautiful inspiration? please, dont just only come at 1am in the morning. COME NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is so full&lt;/em&gt; of tests and exams (pouts hatefully at school) &lt;em&gt;yet so empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111467448327776923?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111467448327776923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111467448327776923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111467448327776923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111467448327776923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhh-there-are-were-two-nosy.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111458642392619229</id><published>2005-04-27T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:20:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nah, improving your typing skills ain't my advantages for blogging. ahhhh, hahaha. only TURTLE knows : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, another good thing about blogging is that you can scold people.&lt;br /&gt;"chen lao shi shi gou" -mr tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm attended tanya chua's concert for uhmmm 5 mins! hahaha. couldn't really hear what she was singing. ahhh, maybe because i was sitting behind. but i dont' rmr turtle and sam complaining that they can't hear. oh wells, anyway don't forget, i'm like partially deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate so much today : ( ahhh, i just reached home and i've alr feasted on potato chips : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(naughty girl, no control of yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHAN'T EAT ANYMORE CRAP FROM TOMORROW ONWARDS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh whatever. maths test tmr : ( pfft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bio and maths test next week : ( pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and elective history EXAM, maths test, chemistry test, higher chinese test the next next week : ( : ( : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's REALLY being EXTREMELY kind. ahhhhh, i'm LIKE so VERY impressed. i've never been THAT impressed by anyone's kindness before. oooooooooh. -coughs-applauds -coughs- school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone just tell me it's ok not to care...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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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-10412511.post-111450340022500761</id><published>2005-04-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:16:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh, my head's pounding now, all thanks to today's 2.4 km run. maybe i ran too &lt;s&gt;slow&lt;/s&gt; fast. ahhh, whatever the reason may be, at least the run was rather worth it : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe life's not so meaningless after all. i ain't referring to the run, but something more meaningful than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, shows that my faith isn't really that down the drain after all. : ) ahh that's why i said the story of the candle maker relates to me very well : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm maybe there are many hints along the way. just that sometimes i don't see them. but well suddenly they struck me. just suddenly. i guess there is some meaning after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this can be a start of a postive turn around : ) although i'm starting to wonder again. but oh wells, see where things lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. shouldn't have said anything. i'm starting on it again.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111450340022500761?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111450340022500761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111450340022500761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111450340022500761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111450340022500761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhhhhh-my-heads-pounding-now-all.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111434847721561683</id><published>2005-04-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:14:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Candle Maker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time there was a candle maker who was renowned for the candles he created, not alone for their exquisite quality but also for the endless cariety there existed among them. no two candles were quite alike in colour, shape or texture, each bore a distinct touch of the creator's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the candles were valued by the people into whose lives they brought light. each in her own way dispelled some corner of darkness in the days when there were no other means of doing so. they knew what their role was. there was a definite need and they were able to meet this need which had in fact called them into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years passed by and new forms of light appeared leaving the light of the candle in the shade. people soon neglected the candles, relegating them to cupboards and other out of the way palces, their potential to be set aflame often going unrecognised in a world where uniqueness was sacrificed for efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the candles grew restless. some felt isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their role was no longer clear. some felt moulded into a shape that no longer fired them or others, while deep in their centres they yearned to be givers of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the candle-maker saw their struggle. knowing that the plans he had for them were ones of fulfilment and not wanting their potential to be snuffed out, he called them together to see if he could fan into a flame the spark of light he knew existed within them and among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each candle had the chance to share her light, from those that were still aglow with enthusiasm to those that were experiencing burn out. together they searched for the inspiration that would illuminate the way forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as they shared and grew beyod the stage of trying to wax eloquent, they journeyed to the core of their existence. yes there were new efficient forms of light but there wer alos new pervasive forms of darkness that could only be overcome by a powerful light source. the candles had experienced that power within themselves, a power that could set then and the world alight, with the light that outshines all lights, but they felt the need for a new shape that would empower that light to shine brightly from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so there exists int eh candle maker's house, a new mould for those candles that choose to be reshaped, a painful porecess taht calls fro a letting go oif colour, shape and texture, to be poured out in a new creation. but the candle maker has not lost his touch nor the element of surprise in all his creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some candles today are making their way to the candle maker's house, to refind their essence and be moulded into a new shape, a shape that will, for them, best enkindle the light within, allowing it to permeate today's darkness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, really wonder, if this story is really talking about me, especially the last paragraph. i think that's the sweet touch of life. faith is something that never burns out. it just needs rekindling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111434847721561683?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111434847721561683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111434847721561683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111434847721561683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111434847721561683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/candle-maker-once-upon-time-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111434664479535946</id><published>2005-04-24T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:45:56.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit! couldn't cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stands in front of the mirror, throws a hateful and spastic look at the human being staring back at me and yells,"HOW STUPID AND IDIOTIC CAN YOU GET?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 X (-7) = (-7)&lt;br /&gt;____ -&gt; vertical&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; horizontal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE MISS YEE. WHERE DID YOUR BRAINS GO TO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's out!"&lt;br /&gt;"no it's in!"&lt;br /&gt;"hello it's out lah!" (i dont' cheat like you) -serves the shuttlecock to him. (no idea why i did that too)&lt;br /&gt;"ok lah have mercy on you lah" -serves the shuttlecock back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO BLOODY GOOD AT IT. PLEASE LAH. BIE FU YEN ZI JI. YOU SNOBBY BYTCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so FREAKING piss can. like please? he thinks he's like the top of the world of something. "ok lah have mercy on you lah" PLEASE LAH I REALLY FEEL LIKE SLAPPING YOU OK? LET ME TELL YOU STRAIGHT IN THE FACE DOESN'T MEAN YOU WIN ME MEANS YOU ARE LIKE TEN BLOODY TIMES BETTER THAN ME LAH! WALAU! AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH I DONT' NEED YOUR BLOODY MERCY I'D RAHTER HAVE THE MERCY OF SOME BEGGAR RATHER THAN YOU! I'D RATHER LOSE EVERYTHING THAN TO EXCEPT THAT SHITTY STUFF OF YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about that.... haiz forget it. JUST FORGET IT LAH! -slaps head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET IT FORGET IT! USELESS PEOPLE AIN'T WORTH SLAPPING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111434664479535946?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111434664479535946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111434664479535946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111434664479535946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111434664479535946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/dammit-couldnt-cry-stands-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111407225896219613</id><published>2005-04-21T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:30:58.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>infatuation - - - - &gt; ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SLSLT! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repurccusions of them ringing in my head, piercing my heart, maybe even killing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, why should I even bother so much in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im working on an article. Only stupid people like me will sit in front of the screen, mind blank, while others would be typing furiously away, ideas poppipng into their heads as if something so nautral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a horrible day. I can't explain it in words. I don't wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it rest. (although I doubt it ever would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never will. The repercussions of them STILL ringing in my head, after a relatively long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese then english then maths. How worse can things get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the image of someone small sitting at one corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. Pretend as if nothing has happen. Let history repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dont' care, it wouldn't hurt a single bit at all. ( i wish i could dont' care )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got my first sentence out, nothing much actually, i'm planning on redoing it. so it's back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put a veil over my face. even without it, you wouldn't know. nobody would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i dont' know anything as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just tell me i aint' useless....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111407225896219613?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111407225896219613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111407225896219613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111407225896219613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111407225896219613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/infatuation-ahhhhhhhh-slslt.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111389881539167086</id><published>2005-04-19T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:20:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amanda is drawing apples, durians and oranges next to me :D ------&gt; on the computer duh! like when was she ever so interested in handrawing these fruts?!?! :P hahahahaha. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timing for trial run sucks alot. but ohwells, better than my own target. i didn't really felt like running fast today. what a waste of energy cos i still have a long day ahead. so i was running with beatrice. and we were like slacking. hahaha. we were targeting 15 mins for 6 runs, and we were calculating how many minutes we wanted to run for each round. and so we ran so S L O W L Y. and halfway through we even walked! only when we realise that we were running out of time then we decided to run again! hahahaahahaha.. lalalalalalala... so lame : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met our target anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent recess playing badminton with pris and turtle :D and turtle and me shared a bottle of H20. she still preferred 100 plus anyway : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much for the rest of the day lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the instructor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111389881539167086?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111389881539167086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111389881539167086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111389881539167086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111389881539167086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/amanda-is-drawing-apples-durians-and.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111381756117068344</id><published>2005-04-18T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:54:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we stood in our house contingents today, and were made to dance the family dance 4 times. FOUR TIMES! what a nice way to pass time when the teachers are having some meeting.i could have spent that time reading newspaper in class! and what a waste. we should dance it FOUR TIMES in front of the teachers. let them comment on our dance after FOUR TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trial run tomorrow. i don't really give a damn now. don't really see the point after all. i guess i was just blinded all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, i was tugging at it, but eventually i lifted my hands off it and waited. and i returned to my seat without looking at it. but eventually i saw it anyway. quite surprising in the good sense (in all aspects) until i realised something else. after i realised it, i seemed as if what i had done the past few days were all like some bloody shit rubbish? it's really like bloody shit rubbish after you realise it. and i don't really see the point after all. i'd rather just throw everything one side, treat them as some bloody shit rubbish, so that it won't hurt that bad when you see the outcome. at least you know you deserved it. but what happened to me today, frankly speaking, i wonder, why did it ever befall into my hands? it hurts. especially when you have good intentions. frankly speaking, i'd rather not hurt at all. (but at least i had gotten something out of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life ain't fair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but at least there was this thing that made me happy today. we were splitted up for that advert project acc to our MI(something intelligence -&gt; the 1234, 4321, 2314, 1324 blahblahblahblah thing)and my groupmates are:&lt;br /&gt;KOH HUI FANG&lt;br /&gt;JACINTA KWEE&lt;br /&gt;SONG SIEW HUA&lt;br /&gt;GOOI CAI FEN&lt;br /&gt;ME (like duh. i'm part of the grp!)&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i wasn't given my first choice, or else i won't be with my TURTLE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111381756117068344?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111381756117068344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111381756117068344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111381756117068344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111381756117068344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-stood-in-our-house-contingents.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111375102425629676</id><published>2005-04-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:17:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"update your blog" -huifang.&lt;br /&gt;and so here i am updating : )&lt;br /&gt;been quite busy lately, thanks very much to the beautiful higher chinese test. was it just last week? i can't remember. i'm getting hard on hearing, and hard on remembering. what next? hard on seeing.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwww. i'm going blind.&lt;br /&gt;look at the time now. i've finished most of my homework thank goodness! left with one maths and 2 chem ws. huifang didn't send me the file. forget it. i shan't disturb her anymore, or else i'll feel guilty. i shall just finish it during recess tomorrow, together with my chem mindmap.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i say i'm hard on hearing. i forgot to bring my chem and maths textbook home. my chem notebook's with siew hua. i can' do the ionic equations without them. although i tried....&lt;br /&gt;i've done practically nothing today, that's if you count out opening your eyes, switching off the alarm clock, washing up, eating breakfast, change out, open the door, bring in the newspapers, close the door, lock the door, press the lift, enter the lift, walk, take the buses, attend mass (late! all thanks to the bus that i had to wait for 20 mins!), eat, attend cat class, talk, eat lunch, shop, say hi to priscilla and mrs koh in thomspson plaza, go for tuition, eat tea, flip through lifestyle, bathe, eat dinner, sms, call my dearest turtle, stone, switch on the comp, chat online, walk to my room, sit down, read my book, tried to do chem and tuition homework, walk back to the comp, and going to the toilet soon..............&lt;br /&gt;o come'on manns, if i continue living my life this way, i think i'll die of boredom. i hardly worked at all! i mean i'm not saying that i'm not surprised. maybe i half expected myself to work harder, considering the fact that i slept for only 5 hours &lt;s&gt;last night&lt;/s&gt; this morning, elective history exam is like 3 weeks away, coord geometry test this thurs..... oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we don't have mid year....&lt;br /&gt;i've just realised something. or rather it was what huifang said to me not too long ago -&gt; we have been stuck with our second seating arrangement much longer than with our first seating arrangement!&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair! i was deprived of sitting with my turtle!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can we change seats soon? not because i'm not satisfied with the people next to me, the people around me(i'm seating VERY near to my turtle, so close in fact we can shift around when manpin goes for tournament and when siew hua's at syf), but for the sake of erm, equal division?&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm being so calculative!!! ok fine... pretend as if i have never said a damn thing....&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i have offended you...i really didn't mean too... even when i shouted... as i said... i wasnt trying to shut you up... i'm hard on hearing....i dont' treat my friends, especially my good and best friends, as trash...i treasure them...&lt;br /&gt;(not like somebody......i shan't mention who.....i hope you know who you are... call youself as some friend...yeah some friend you are...)&lt;br /&gt;do i sound hateful? i hope not... because i dont' hate her... honestly! maybe plain disgust? i dont know. there's no unforgiveness i have in me regarding her. i realise that there's no point caring about people like her. it's wasting space in my heart. [am i judging???!?!] i have better things to do than bothering about her...maybe it hurt when i read it at that time. but now when i come to think about it, it doesn't hurt at all...like i said. why should i place any importance in her?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll ever turn away from god... i dont' wna spend the rest of my life in purgatory...or even hell?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a really hard time doing the ionic equations.....&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;I JUST REALISED! I FINALLY DID SOME WORK TODAY! : )&lt;br /&gt;but then i had to move away and help my brother with his maths project. can you imagine? i have to solve his own questions and he doesn't even know the answers?!?! he can't rmr where he got the questions from! he's trying to kill my father's and my brain cells...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i seriously wonder, when will be the next time that i go online and maybe, blog?&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;what i stupid question to ask myself!&lt;br /&gt;oh yah! amanda is supposed to send me a file, some corny stuff i wrote on a spur of inspiration. however she's busy now. i shan't disturb her...i'll put it up some other day... the next time i blog...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to bridge a gap between her. (if she's even mentioning me in the first place...i seriously think she is...OH NO!!!!!WAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;btw, what does bridging a gap means? does it mean to widen a gap or closen a gap?&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused about the meaning. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the best thing i can do now is to go back battling with my chem ws. i hope i win. but it's okay if i lose. because the most is i get a scolding from mrs lai. not that it's a life and death matter.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be living. unless maybe god thinks it's time for me to go?&lt;br /&gt;byebye. if i don't stop now i dont' think i'll never stop. this blogger window has been open since like 10pm. becasue i'm intervening my brother's work. his deadline for his maths project is tomorrow. behind me, my father i still cracking his brains, trying to solve my brother's own questions.&lt;br /&gt;how ironical. BYE BYE. [really officially byebye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slslt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111375102425629676?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111375102425629676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111375102425629676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111375102425629676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111375102425629676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/update-your-blog-huifang.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111328912665490820</id><published>2005-04-12T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:58:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;misssy!!!!!!stop thinking it lah! you're thinking really too much!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; -stares at the mirror and screams at the image staring back at me, with bloodshot eyes and a pissed look on her face. a very nice and sweet expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siew hua went for syf, and my DEER came and sat next to me! it really helped to waken my day you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness tym revised with us the chapters for chinese test this thurs. it definately lightened my load ALOT, considering the fact that i haven't started revising for it yet. -GASPS!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness i survived throughout the day, looking at the time i slept &lt;s&gt;last night&lt;/s&gt; this morning. well not considering that i dropped out halfway during pe and was almost falling asleep during chinese, english lit and bio, and that's like almost all the lessons today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm definitely wide awake now, looking from the way i type. but if the person doesn't start teaching soon i'll definitely fall asleep again, because i definitely can't go on blogging forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's starting soon... he just switched on the lights. but wait. it doesn't make sense! he's making use of the projector!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's switched off the lights again. a cue to start soon? hahaha. we soon shall see. bye! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slslt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111328912665490820?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111328912665490820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111328912665490820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111328912665490820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111328912665490820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/misssystop-thinking-it-lah-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111324019291490388</id><published>2005-04-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:52:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like in such a bloody shitted state. look at the time now! and like i have service learning &lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; to do, one more question for lit (i'm referring to that pinky book!), and erm over 10 questions to write out properly for lit (the one that mrs chan gave us and went through several questions like 3 times!). and lit's like tomorrow? nonono. corrections. lit is later! like how am i supposed to finish over 10 questions? obviously i have to sacrifice something lah! or rather something&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. not finishing up all those stuff goes to show that i have to finish it up during recess &lt;s&gt;tmr&lt;/s&gt; later. and obviously i can't answer like over 10 questions in 45 min? so i think i'll just have to forgo that over 10 questions ws and do the pinky book. i feel so guily. rahh. and finishing it up during recess, i can't play badminton! oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priscilla and i played a prank on angelique &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; yesterday. actually we were supposed to go home together. yeah but angelique had to pass this cip name list to mrs koh and priscilla had to put some english stuff on mrs chan's table. so i first stop was the staff room. hahaha. damn funny there lah. when angelique passed the namelist to mrs koh, i was muttering something like han xue.... hahah i don't even know what i was saying. obviously my chinese failed.neither did mrs koh understood me. and i doubt priscilla and angelique understood too... then when priscilla went to put the enlgish stuff on mrs chan's table, she wasn't there so priscilla just walked in to her table. and geraint wong happened to be sitting there and he went, "girl, no permission can go in meh?" hahaha then angelique and i was snickering. and priscilla had to get out of the table and asked mr wong for permission. and mr wong was like smiling, maybe snickering too even. aiayh...sadistic lah! hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and then angelique needed to go HOD room to find the HODs for english and maths (primary section). and priscilla and i tagged along. or rather i tagged along. after all i'm not part of their going-to-amk-primary-to-teach-the-kids programme. so yeah i was just a bit of decoration for both of them. hahaha. and then while angelique was talking to the HOD of english. we just ran out of the general office. hahahaha. and we waited and waited for angelique to come out. and then she finally called my hp. and then priscilla and i was playing along with her, refusing to tell her where we were. and then we saw angelique below us and luckily angelique's head was not tilting upwards. and then priscilla and i screamed and we ran all the way to the father barre carpark there. and we continued playing along with angelique and we were hiding behind a car. and i gave priscilla the honours to entertain angelique on my hp and angelique saw priscilla through the car window and priscilla hung up the phone and we started running and running. and angelique tried chasing after us. but she lost us while we were running in and out of the HDB flats. and then we rested for a while. and we saw angelique crossing the road. and she called again. hahaha. then priscilla ran across the road to meet angelique and she ran away with my file! hahaha and she ahd to run back again to return it to me! haha such good exercise for three of us : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness ting xie postponed to wed. i'm so dead for chinese. haven't prepared anything yet! and i hate summary! i'd rather do compre! nonono! doesn't make sense! i'd rather do summary! aiyah heck lah! i hate both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm so shitty tired! i have been feeling liddat ever since i came out of the bathroom. i don't know how i'm gonna survive &lt;s&gt;tmr&lt;/s&gt; later. plus there's five rounds for pe. and bio is at the end of the day! like how am i supposed to survive?!?!? oh yes and there's cca! heh :P i can't wait to see my car moving up,down, and across the screen X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and several of us had oral today. aiiii. DEER! can don be so scared or not?!?!you're reading, not giving a public speech! and my DEER lied to me. she said that she was okay during recess when i asked if she was and she actually was down-in-the-dumps! ahhh. i'm hurt! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like darn late now. my mouth's itchy : ( and SOMEONE gets to eat oreo for supper! she has one whole box in her room! wahhh. i want also! -screams,kicks,bawls,shouts,yells-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA! I WON'T STOP SCREAMING, KICKING, BAWLING, SHOUTING AND YELLING UNLESS YOU GIVE ME SOME OREO :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and talking about oreos, i suddenly could think of cakes. gawddddddddddddd! alicia's cookies and cakes are DAMMIT GOOD! : ) it was audrey's birthday last sunday, and alicia actually baked a whole cake for audrey! COOL! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICIA IT'S AARON'S BIRTHDAY THIS WEDNESDAY! AND MY BIRTHDAY IS ERM 2 MONTHS AND 25(around there lah) DAYS AWAY!!! -hints hints hints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i think i saw jason ng at tkk awards last sat. i THINK. oh no! and i was so rude i didn't say hi! i wasn't sure lah! imagine some tiny winy girl like me go up to some male adult and say hi and it is the wrong person?!?! gawddddddddddddddd that would be sooooooooooooo embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't find my bible!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE BIBLE WHERE ARE YOU??????????????????????? COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slslt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111324019291490388?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111324019291490388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111324019291490388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111324019291490388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111324019291490388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-like-in-such-bloody-shitted-state.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111279397483562777</id><published>2005-04-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:35:09.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hopeless&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;helpless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;shit lah need to research on service learning! and i still have maths to do! don't know if i really know how to do it or not, and how am i supposed to write my essay when i left my question sheet in school?????&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HIROW : )&lt;br /&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slslt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111279397483562777?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111279397483562777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111279397483562777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111279397483562777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111279397483562777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/hopeless-helpless.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111270303616102674</id><published>2005-04-05T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:30:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w h a t ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i have no idea as well. i guess maybe it's just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. and that's like a so excusable reason. oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huifang came back to school yestd and was so jumpy. because she -coughs- fell in love with a guy whom she played against on sat -coughs-. however, after -herm herm- samantha's and abeline's comments, sadly she didn't like him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this chunk is taken straight out from her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;samantha and abeline managed to convince me the guy I have been in love with for 2 days (van-whassisname) is 'big-sized', 'fat' and 'stupid'.And come to think of it, they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(though somehow 'big-sized' had more impact on me than 'fat' did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was being really sweet! He chose another letter to take out of my rack as requested instead of the 'n' i wanted for my clone. et cetera! he was just AW SO SWEET. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat him by 60 odd marks, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has this (sort of) guileless grin and smiling eyes. Not that I looked up too many times. I stared at the board instead. (i was really bent on winning, crush or not!) Samantha, who sat beside me, commented afterwards that the girl she played against seemed jealous of us, for we looked to be 'very friendly with each other'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what set me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely he could be The One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is jj (someone highly hateable, don't bother wanting to know him) would call 'desperate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And desperate I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as you know those characters in romance novels all found the love of their life by the time they reach 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting any younger. I do have to think about the future. Even if it means accepting fate (or in this case, a fatso) as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. : ) typical typical typical huifang. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is there chinese test tmr? or isit ting xie? rahh : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a;ldfja;ldgja[poirhq;larbiuspqoewjhb'aipuetj;lgadvns.aldkvhapoiehb'paeiwujg;lkja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frustrated! : ( heck lah i'll just go study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck! heck! heck! heck! heck! heck! heck! heck! heck! heck! heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do, so many things undone. thank goodness i don't owe tym anymore chinese homework. that's one thing cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and history's exam's coming up. i've screwed it for the past two years and i don't to screw it anymore. i screwed the last chinese test, i don't want to screw it a second time. i screwed my last bio test, i dont' want to screw it anymore. i've been screwing up all my work and assignments, i'm getting so tired of screwing it up, i don't feel like screwing anything anymore!but anyway, i think i'm really screwing up all my subjects this term. besides, i have this very strong feeling that i'm getting back that stupid source-based paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 100% sure it's gonna be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. haiz. i'll just go study. &lt;em&gt;du dao si ye suan le bah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looking at how things go, i think i need chem tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my favourite place is the living hall because i can eat, sleep, watch tv, use the computer, listen to music, record tv shows, watch dvds and vcds, and can do work. and i love my vcr the best, because i can just the shows and the music&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how lame can i be? and how am i suppose to translate all these stuff into 100 words on chinese paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aldbupaoeih;vaoiebu[oeaiubwoiejg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and the new pair of sports shoes that i bought it's too big yet too small....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apodibvuapqoeibhpaoiewugpoaihpei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what's wrong?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm missing something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slslt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111270303616102674?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111270303616102674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111270303616102674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111270303616102674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111270303616102674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/somethings-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111253847982103484</id><published>2005-04-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:27:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and so his holiness went back to the father's house this morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the church by ordo exsequiarum romani pontificis has prepared 9 days of prayer for his holiness' soul, let us pray tonight at 10pm for his soul a decade of rosary. as the pope has a special devotion to our lady and also says 'as the strength of my body declines, i feel more strongly the power of prayer'. pass this message round. everyday till the 9th day after his death, 11/4, lift up a decade at 10pm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-forwarded by brendan kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and it's 10.20 pm currently and i have said my decade of rosary. but you know something, i think we should praise jesus for bringing the pope back with him, because i think he's had enough suffering. his time has really come. at least he would be at peace, no longer at suffering. anyway, i feel guilty using the computer because i still have chemsitry and add maths work to do, and i think i still have somemore, which i nicely can't remember. -runs and check my diary-. -flips open-. -gaps, it's colourful! : ) and amanda commented that it was messy. haha.- oh yes, bring health booklet, and study for chinese, crap more for lit. okay relax missy, it's not the end of the world, not for you at least. you're still kicking and alive : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i believe i can finish all my work(that is due tmr) by tonight! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm one positive girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;slslt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! : )  -JUMPS! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111253847982103484?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111253847982103484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111253847982103484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111253847982103484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111253847982103484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-so-his-holiness-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111243866079883664</id><published>2005-04-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:44:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pissed. my font colour changed from gray to white and i dont' even know why. for the past half an hour, i have been figuring how to change the stupid font colour back to white and i can't do it! pfft. it just goes to show show sucky i am when it comes to computers. oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was damn bloody pissed yesterday as well. the writing workshop was cancelled &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! two days consecutively. and everybody was like so pissed! i bet anything it would be cancelled next friday again. haiyo. i tell you if this kinda thing happen again i will quit! can't the person be more considerate and more thoughtful for us? we aint free people! we have loads of homework to do! we dont' waste time hanging around, waiting for some people to come and they dont' show up in the end! pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's over. and i'm still brooding over it. becasue it was just simply so sucky, so draggy.oh whatever.it's ended pfft. and that's exactly the reason why i like it. weird, i know. i don't know why i'm like that either. i wasted all my ink colours and one whole chunk of precious space on my diary becasue of it. i really did hoped i would turn out well, and it was simply so disappointing. actually i had already long expected it to be like that. i was just hoping that maybe, the last one would turn out better. it didn't. anyway, i still like its songs! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at noon this afternoon and had to really rush for tuition. thank goodness i wasn't that late. in fact i was earlier than some other times. oh wells. and when i was at the mrt station on the way home, i went to top up my ez link. and then this old woman came up to me and spoke to me in chinese. she &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claimed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that she was from malaysia and she had no singapore currency with her. she needed money to buy a mrt card to go to toa payoh because her eye was pain and she needed to see the doctor. yeah and so she asked me for 2 bucks. and i told her i didnt have. i really didn't have it. and she went on lamenting, pleading me to be kinder. i think she was just trying to make me feel guilty. and i was like sotta irritated. how to give her money when i don't have money?so i suggested that maybe she could go to the nearby shops and exchange the currency. she was mumbling in chinese that 'she didn't like to ask other people for help...there will be some kind people who would definitely help her'. and i was like going 'whatever' in my heart. i think only stupid people will give her the money. i mean there were like other adults at the top-up machines too. why of all the people come and pick on a student like me? haiyah. ask her go join mediacorp lah. she really did have this pitiful look on her face.act until so well. haiyoh. anyway, who would come to singapore from malaysia without having any singapore currency? i mean it's sotta possible lah. but the whole situation was really absurd. go toa payoh to see doctor? i mean there are like doctors everywhere lah. haiyo. first time i was tried to be conned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scrabblers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; had competition today! i hope they did well! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prlglcrwaywzkSLSLT! : )&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111243866079883664?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111243866079883664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111243866079883664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111243866079883664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111243866079883664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111227356253794195</id><published>2005-03-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:52:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i think you're so sweet :) &lt;/em&gt;-huifang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit! it's gonna be 10pm soon. and i'm gonna cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:' ( -&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceaseless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;infinite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; flow of tears...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111227356253794195?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111227356253794195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111227356253794195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111227356253794195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111227356253794195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-youre-so-sweet-ceaseless.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111225382271488652</id><published>2005-03-31T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:23:42.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a rather bad or good mood today. good because erm, no idea why. guess that my 'secret method' for studying maths MIGHT have been effective. erm, i said MIGHT. and bad mood, or rather sad, because tonight will be the second last night of -clears throat- hem hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs koh told us today that according to our psle scores and grades for maths, we are the 6th class in the level. for maths only. and after ranking the classes according to the maths results for term 1, our class was the 10th. and she said according to our maths results today, (the one we scored for that similar trianlges), who knows? we might end up 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. how saddening can life get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i start to wonder, if what i scored is really that good after all. after all the test was upon 20 marks.  it's either you get very high or very low.  and come to think about it, i don't think my marks is that fantastic. i mean, full marks is extremely easy to achieve if the paper's upn 20. moreover, the test wasn't that hard. so, i guess my suspicions will only be confirmed when i get back my term 2 ppr, which i'm not looking forward to, knowing what kind of shitty result i already will get. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but even so, i think that's the best i could already have done. i'm not a geinus. i can't get full marks. to me, that kind of marks is already a miracle. so ironical. a horrible miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don't think i want to talk about it anymore. now i'm feeling kinda sad. nothing much happy. i think my cough's getting worse. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' want it to end! i love the song : )it's nicer than ly/rway (either one will do). hais. stupid phone!i love it :  ) ok fine, i know it may be rather draggy (the talk to much), that i have to agree. but it's still nice overall. not too mushy. not too soapy. not like some others it's content is so creative. not like some others. where it's like so spastic. and so typical. ok fine it's always typical, you know what will happen in the end, it's just how you put it. and some just do it so erm__________(no standard-ly?) i don't know. but i think they did it very well for this. and i trust my own taste, and i believe i'm not the only one who likes it. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, all good things will come to an end. hai. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI! why must liddat???!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so huifang hates me : ( she finds me roundly disgusting(where in the world did this phrase ever pop up into this world of english? well i suppose there is... in the koh huifang dictionary...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111225382271488652?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111225382271488652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111225382271488652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111225382271488652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111225382271488652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-in-rather-bad-or-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111217233966242173</id><published>2005-03-30T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:45:39.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl!!!! what's the day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all of you will say it's wednesday, and of course i know it, i'm not stupid. and let me tell you, all your answers are wrong. because today aint wednesday. today is called rubbish day. heh. you may think i'm going crazy. you may think i'm talking nonsense. i'm still taking my stand. it's rubbish day, not wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what rubbish dominated the whole day. it aint morning jog. morning jog's fine. it could have been morning jog if we were asked to run 4 rounds, and thank goodness we weren't anyway. after morning jog's english. how more lucky can we get? if you don't get what i mean, the pls look at the relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english -&gt; speech. speech -&gt; english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and i was like number 15. not really actually, if you minus away those ppl who skipped their turn today, i was, i think, the 12th one to go. i wrote some key points on a small slip of paper, and when i went up, my hands and legs were like shaking. i didnt' know how to start. i didnt' know where to start. i was just staring blankly at my small slip of paper, wondering who's illegible handwriting was that. it took my a long time before the first sentence streaked across my mind and i opened my mouth not to speak, but to spill out a whole chunk of words in a tumble. i really didn't know what i was reading at. my mind was like almost blank, and i was staring into blank space. i was reciting some alien stuff at that time. all i knew was that i made many long pauses. naturally my hand came out from my back to recall what to say, but to my horror i couldn't find that particular point. in fact, i couldn't see anything at all. i just saw scribbles here and there. and i sttutered and stumbled, and finally my speech ended. i did not know how i could manage to start. i did not know how i manage to end.i don't even remember what i said in between. i doubt i even knew what i was saying also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i rubbish speech i gave! after practising so hard, everything went down the drain and became rubbish. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maths test. huh. ok fine lah this wasnt' really rubbish. i mean i really can't comment much on this becasue i haven't gotten back the paper yet. but my answers were like all over the place. i did Q1i) then Q2) then Q3i) then Q3ii) then Q1ii) then Q1iii) then Q3iii) then Q1iv) or something like that lah. haiyah so lame lorr.but whatever it is, i just hope the answers are correct, i don't have much confidence of this test really. but anyway, haha, i still manage to complete in time. and i've learnt a lesson from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you come home late, like around 810pm, the night before the maths test, don't panic. just follow your daily routine. eat your dinner, then at around 845pm, start doing the small piece of maths practice your maths teacher gave you. there's no need to write your answers down. just scribble your workings here and there, as long as you roughly know the steps and answers. you can go to school and check the answers next morning. finish that practice worksheet by 955pm and go and bathe. come out at 10pm (rmr to wash your hair, soap your body, and your facial wash). on the tv (if it's not on yet) and watch THE show. try to record the song at the end, and meddle with the settings until around 1130pm. then stone at your own practise book until 12-1230am. then go pack your things, stoning somemore. and then after that wash up and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i dont' guarantee it'll work anyway. hah.i was just crapping some uhmms,methods how not to get so stressed? aiyoh, missy grace yee ting hui, you stop talking rubbish can or not?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur. then recess, then history. ooh we got back our group assignment. i think that'll be the only source based assignment that'll i pass, thanks to the group members as well. i think i'll get conked-up marks if i did it all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then higher chinese, ooh that was equally rubbishyy as english, or maybe, even more rubbishier. we got back the stupid chinese paper. the one we had one week ago.the one that test sec 1 and sec 2 express chinese words hah. i passed. yeah. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miraculously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, i passed with &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rubbishyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; marks, way below the cohort average. how ironical can life get? i need to chong for the sec 1 retest next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at how things go this term, i think i'm gonna get rubbishy marks for my ppr and L1R5 at the end of this term. huh. i think it'll be so bad until i cant even be a road sweeper in future. hah, maybe i'll end up being a coolie or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, i aint looking forward to friday. i'm hoping it'll take longer to come. and i'm hoping that that particualr one hour will be slower, and make it last longer. wah. i must get it! I MUST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and not to forget. the runny nose choked up my whole windpipe for the past two days. and after taking antamin, the runny nose ran down my throat and become phelgm and cough. pfft. very nice replacement/displacement huh. so rubbishyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone's being so rubbishyyyyyyyy as well. why must it act so stubborn and spastic? can't it just accept that file??? haiyo. how rubbishy can it get mannnnns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she walks past me. i walk past her. i open my mouth to say hi. and i see her dao expression, i close my mouth. &lt;strong&gt;dao di zao gao shen me ya, bian cheng zhe yang zi?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i have one whole load of work to do. bleahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;slslt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111217233966242173?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111217233966242173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111217233966242173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111217233966242173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111217233966242173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-ppl-whats-day-today-i-think-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111199834252148303</id><published>2005-03-28T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:14:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JESUS is Alive! : ) and he blessed me with flu :( such nice easter present.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sleepy!!! : ( oh no. i need to do homework! and i need to be up, ready and fresh by 10pm(for some reason or another, which makes me erm, excited! : ) is that good? i mean some postive stuff to boost your energy when you're sick! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrs. and i didn't run 4 by 400 today : ( i don't think i'll be running 800m tmr too! :( oh now! i didn't run any heats this year!rahhh : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huifang can't come online. she forgot her username and password to connect to singnet broadband : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall just go sleep, and maybe skip dinner. i dont' think i will sleep for a straight 5.5 hours anyways....i'm not that pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p f f t : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;slslt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111199834252148303?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111199834252148303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111199834252148303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111199834252148303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111199834252148303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/jesus-is-alive-and-he-blessed-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111192308156328337</id><published>2005-03-27T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:28:15.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm having a cold : (  haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i shall be happy today! cos it's EASTER! : ) JESUS rose from the dead specially to save me. cos i lost my wallet. he knew i would lost my wallet and he rose from the dead to help me find my wallet! : ) haha. nah, i was just joking only! JESUS rose to save everybody yeah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full. came home feeling so hungry and i ate one large piece of chocolate cake and a yoghurt! oh no! i can't take dinner now. actually i can, but i have to literally force it down my gullet : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia gave us cookies for our easter present! : ) it smells nice. and taste nice as well : ) and the charismatic worship team was singing at the car park today. and they were singing the same songs over and over again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tmr to come! yeah i know tmr will be the second week of schl in term 2! but for some reasons, i'm both excited and sad over the same thing! i know it's very lame. but yeah. i'm crappy and lame anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say it's a bit draggy, ppl say they can't wait for the next one to come, ppl say that he seems to be speaking malay when they try to read-lip him! i shall stick to my own opinion! he's mixed-blooded! and he speaks chinese!and it's his voice! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prlglcrwaywzk&lt;u&gt;slslt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off to dinner. and a whole chunk of homework : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111192308156328337?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111192308156328337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111192308156328337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111192308156328337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111192308156328337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-im-having-cold-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111185115908482198</id><published>2005-03-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:23:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhhms. ok. it's uhhm easter vigil today. and uhhm. i feel sotta guilty. i mean, very guilty. because i didn't go for mass. i wanted to. in the end i didn't. i had a choice. i chose not to go. and neither did i go for maundy thurs mass. i feel so guilty as well :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry jesus : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. ok i'm feeling so pissed. guess i'm having mood swings. i'm being so temperamental(is that how you spell it?). anyway i really can't believe my ability to uhmm, stone. imagine sitting down, staring at your tuition homework, holding the pen, and not doing anything. just staring into blank space? and can you believe it, if you're doing it at like 1 or 2 am in the morning. uhhms. that was exactly what i did last night. nah. this morning. yepps. just sat there stoning in front of my tuition homework for like dunno how many hours. and in the end, i knocked off at 3.15 am in the moring, with only 2 questions done in like uhhms, 1.5 - 2hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't know what an amazing talent i had all along. i wonder how it can be put into good use in future. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps and that's what exactly happend like uhmm, just a while ago. i took out my tuition homewor (chinese comprehension), held my pen and stared at the passage. note, i said stared, not read. yepps. i was staring at it, my mind blank. yeahh. and not until dar msg me and then i came back to my senses, and hurriedly scribbled some answers. and then i went back stoning. not until dar's message came again that i came back into reality. and this continued. and i ended up taking uhmms, 1.5 hours to do a pathetic comprehension. and pls note, i didn't write any answers. i highlighted all of them from the passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps. and i ate watermelon : ) i didn't finish all though. it's ok. and as i eat, i start to wonder, how it feels like, if someone close to you, someone you like uhhms, maybe goes away. i wonder how you will feel. i wonder how i will feel. i don't think it feels nice. what will you do if you hear your idol uhhms, leaves.( i don't know how to put it in a nicer way, but CHOY LAH! HOPE IT WONT' HAPPEN LOR!) i wonder how we all will feel. hai. i mean everybody will have to go one day. this is so depressing. why think of such things. it's erm so philosophical. and it's so sad. dunno why i even started thinking about this. so absurd. i must be going crazy. hai. it's actually up to god really. just leave it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i have like so much work to do! : ( my stress level is going up!high blood pressure! oh no! nah actually i'm still fine lah. it's just that the pile of work is making me so uhhm, frustrated and pissed. pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised, rway and prlg is sotta something of the past. i mean, not exactly. i've just i mean, diverted my attention to somewhere else. this is what i call VERY TEMPERAMENTAL!(sorry if i've spelt it wrongly again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i'd better go now. it's kinda late. i mean i've stoned enough for today. i wna crash early tonight. hai. below is a song. well uhmm yeah i took this whole chunk from someone's blog, someone i dont' even know. wells the song is from somewhere. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;定时炸弹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌手:温岚 专辑:蓝色雨&lt;br /&gt;词:刘耕宏曲:周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失去的爱用伤痛去掩盖&lt;br /&gt;装坚强却还是露出破绽&lt;br /&gt;为什么相爱后反而出错&lt;br /&gt;谁将爱埋了定时炸弹&lt;br /&gt;我们是在相识后彼此伤害&lt;br /&gt;设定的痛该用什么解开&lt;br /&gt;什么是天作之合&lt;br /&gt;什么是不太适合&lt;br /&gt;是谁将我们的爱拉开&lt;br /&gt;爱对简单错很难剩离开&lt;br /&gt;你靠着我却付不出关怀&lt;br /&gt;爱对简单错很难剩遗憾&lt;br /&gt;忘了现在需要爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm off now! bye!&lt;br /&gt;ps. i don't know why. the lyrics appear as some funny funny characters on my blog. will anyone tell me what's the problem and how to solve it????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111185115908482198?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111185115908482198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111185115908482198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111185115908482198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111185115908482198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/uhhms.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111168388439708192</id><published>2005-03-25T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:04:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to start off with -&lt;br /&gt;it's thursday. ok? well although it's like 0030am on friday 25/3/05 it's still thursday to me because i'm not gonna sleep so soon yet! and besides i'm not going to use the comp tomorrow(or rather later) because it's good friday. well you may wonder what has good friday's got to do with not using this stupid computer but oh wells. just go ahead and wonder. i dont' know the answer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i ought to sleep. i slept so bloody late last night(or rather this morning) studying for the stupid bloody idiotic chinese test! and that resulted me in feeling giddy today after school and i can't run my 1500 event! and pls! that has been my favourite event since like primary 6 and i can't run it! it's ONE BIG SACRIFICE FOR A STUPID BLOODY CHINESE TEST OK?well it's not bloody idiotic chinese test because it's supposed to help us with our bloody o level chinese test at the end of this year, and i think everybody jolly well knows that if there's no test we won't touch a bit of that stupid paper. and how nice. my mind was COMPLETLEY BLANK today. and when i meant COMPLETELY BLANK, it's REALLY COMPLETELY BLANK. ok fine, NOT TOTALLY COMPLETELY BLANK beacause i think i managed to recall one or two words while studying the stupid idiotic bloody shou ce. and i recalled the rest through MY MEMORY. and it's literally MY MEMORY because i've absolutely no impression whatsoever of studying those stupid words! and har! i could like forgot all those EASY words. EASY in the sense that we've already learnt them like primary school? i wonder how amazing can our human brain get. and i was like SO BLOODY STRESSED the WHOLE DAMNED FREAKED UP MORNING because of one stupid chinese test. THANK GOODNESS i remembered SOME words. and i said SOME. and it was luck okay? PURE LUCK. because whatever i studied came out like a piece of BLANK SHIT! and things was like so horrible when it came to zhao ju. LIKE I DONNO HOW TO ZHAO JU ANY OF THEM?!?!? and like i'm DAMMIT DEAD SERIOUS! I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO ZHAO JU! AND IT COST LIKE 30 MARKS? har. seriously, i'm not surprised if i fail this paper, and wells, it will be my first time failing chinese in like dunno how many years. gosh. i won't be surprised. REALLY. i sacrificed so much for the stupid test. YEAH REALLY ALOT. the only comfort i got was that i watched SLS. only that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to go so far, and come back with nothing&lt;/em&gt;. do i sound surprised. not forgetting, i sacrificed maths remedial to study for it. wth, i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that wasn't the only bad thing that happened this bloody week. yeah wednesday wednesday wednesday. HISTORY TEST. okay! i bet with jacinta. if i pass, i'll give her 50 cents. yeah SERIOUS! history was a source-based. something i really didnt' expect because we had a source-based for our last test. but thank goodness i looked through my notes! but even so, i mind was again A COMPLETE BLANK. i had completely forgotten all the levels of responses. and all i could do was to crap some answers out, hoping that the teacher would recognise it as part of some levels and give me the marks. but seriously i really dunno how to write. i think it's gonna turn out worse than my first source-based test, also meaning that i'm gonna fail my history for this term's ppr, from a1 to f9. really, i'm not surprised. i'm expecting it anyway. instead, i would be VERY suprised if i passed. and i mean it. and please dont' forget that i made a VERY HUGE SACRIFICE by not watching SLS. and it's really A VERY HUGE SACRIFICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i sacrificed SLS on monday as well, half an hour of it actually. can't exactly rmr why. guess cos my mum was watching news. but anyway i rmr i was working on my chem worksheets. but at least i still could watch. and i forgot to bring my chem textbook home. either i forgot to take it out of class or i left it in the comp lab. well i have a strong feeling i left it in the lab. and i'm PRAYING VERY HARD THAT IT'LL STILL BE THERE WHEN I RETURN TO SCHOOL ON MONDAY! and now i can't do my mindmap! oh wth! looks like i'm gonna be one of these who will have to stay back this monday to finish up my work. oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i SACRIFCED GOING FOR MASS TODAY! WAULAU! BECAUSE OF STUPID TUTION! hai but at least i managed to watch my SLS in peace. : ) one happy thing today. (although i was like rushing home and i still missed a bit of it. hopefully i can watch full five episodes on next mon, tues, wed, thurs fri! that's my last chance! if i miss next week i won't get to watch anymore! : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, DUMPLING'S DEER and erm DUMPLING(erm 1 or 2?) [DEER, you should know who i'm referring to!] had chocolate war today! i mean erm DUMPLING'S DEER and me were like buying so many chocolates! and DUMPLING'S DEER kept wanting to go back to buy more! and DUMPLING(erm 1 or 2?) was trying to snatch all our chocolates away! hmm. well anyway i've finished my sneakers and one rittersport. left with another rittersport. i wonder if DUMPLING'S DEER have eaten any? oh yes, and i wonder how's our grp's ppt for chem going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the chinese debate finals for the sec threes' inter-class competition during assembly today. erm it was 3d against 3p. and 3p won....and mrs goh promised to let us off at 2pm sharp! but she broke her promise because she let us off at 2.05pm! oh wells. anyway, doesn't really matter! heck! oh and our class was one of the classes who kenna spot check for uniform today. and erm i think eliza looked rather cute with her high belt. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ate watermelon when i came home today! hahahaha : ) i love watermelon! : ) and there are somemore waiting to be eaten! i shall eat them all! hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. ok whatever. it's good friday tmr. well actually it is NOW : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worthy is the lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111168388439708192?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111168388439708192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111168388439708192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111168388439708192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111168388439708192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-start-off-with-its-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111140213288466994</id><published>2005-03-21T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:48:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SMS.AC is completely irritating and simply idiotic! it's so pissing! WTH! I'M PISSED MANNS. WHATEVER. it might be my comp too. WHATEVER. BOTH ARE EQUALLY FREAKING IDIOTIC AND PISSING AND IRRIATING AND BLOODY blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED! : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111140213288466994?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111140213288466994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111140213288466994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111140213288466994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111140213288466994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/sms.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111139141266674928</id><published>2005-03-21T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:05:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER! YOU DUNNO WHAT IT'S CONTENTS ARE - GOOD OR BAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pentitential service in school today. yeah the priest i went to confess was the (parish?) priest of the church amanda goes to(holy spirit i think). anyway he was quite friendly. yeahh. and went i went back to class, later, i sinned again, knowing very well i shouldn't have done it. X( but well i feel i mean it's not always i'm lidat. sometimes you have to be smart a bit in life. if you're forever so _______ (shan't say that word in case i accidentally reveal what i did), then i think next time in life...... dunno what will happen to you lah. get cheated i suppose. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i promise myself. i'm gonna do work after this. i'm in school doing lab duty now, good thing though, i can skip my 1500 metres heats, and no need to compete against all those pros on wednesday. i'm having so much mixed feelings now, not even knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy -&gt; english! i never got so high for my essay before! : ) and maths! : ) logarithms is nice X)&lt;br /&gt;i skipped 1500 metres heats today! hey i'm doing lab duty okay? and i will be going down on wednesday! i found a 50 cent coin! (amazing discovery huh. so corny)&lt;br /&gt;sad -&gt; expected higher for maths. lost a lil to carelessness. SIGHS. not sure if i can watch tv later. testS coming up! and i'm having problems with chinese! nobody's replying my msg! i mean several replied already! but their answers arent positive! only one or two said they have it with them! how? the test is on thursday! and i'm only at the second page of 1A! oh no! (sounds more like worried!). gotta skip trng today. lab duty lah.&lt;br /&gt;excited -&gt; erm. tv show later? at 10pm. shanghai love story! : ) for the first time i have such affinity for such kind of shows! well maybe only this particular show. there are many other kinds of this kind of genre showing, but well i'm not attracted to that! only this! hahaha. : ) no idea why also! but anyways, it doesn' really matter what!&lt;br /&gt;worried -&gt; homework! ok i shall do after this. one whole big chunk of chem work to do! plus english speech to write! and i have absolutely no idea what to write! oh no! and chinese test! (see above) -GROANS. plus history test on wed as well. -GROANS HARDER! only consolation: &lt;em&gt;a typical CHIJ ST NICHOLAS GIRL'S SCHOOL LIFE! &lt;/em&gt;and also the chinese paper that was returned to us today! hur, i'm still brooding over one word, wondering if it's correct. i wondered what tym meant when he said that "duo mu bu ke yi ar?". hmmm. nvm i'll analyse it later when i reach home. was he giving a hint? hmm i dont know. i'm so blur today. so wols. the result of sleeping at 1am. maybe i gave him an impression that i'm "silly and stupid" when i told him that "duo mu bu ke yi". oh no! i'm sounding so much like huifang! : ) haha. i was just pretending to sound like DUMPLING'S DEER that's all. hmm in the first place tian xie han zi can only contain words that's in the sheng ci only. aiayah whatever lah, i'm just being ver wols. wols. wols! should i go for cca or support hockey finals tmr? will i be late for tuition tmr? can i go to church on thrus, fri and sat for mass? will i be able to study finish for tests? will i be late for trng on wed?(heats lah) so many questions! oh no!&lt;br /&gt;pissed -&gt; no idea why. i guess it's because of my lost pen. oh shit. now i've spoiled my beautiful set of pens! RAH. and the set was so unique. so cute. (erm. -rolls eyes-. not my fault. i've ran out of descriptive words, my mind's blank.) and today because of her. maybe i showed it. i dont care. i just want to send the message across to her to tell her that i'm not interested in what she's saying!&lt;br /&gt;confused -&gt; erm i don't feel very confused actually. it was one word contributed by oliver. hahah. well maybe i am. i dont know. (erm isn't that being confused?) hahaha. -shrugs. well maybe the fact that i'm sleepy, blur and wols today shows that i'm confused. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable -&gt; stomach pain/cramp (cant differentiate between the two. aiyah basically it's pain lah ok) rahh i need the toilet! : ( hope nothing wrong's with me. uhhms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what's really on my mind is homework. i mean, i'm so eager to finish it, to study for hist test, and to watch tv! ok i believe in my ability to write and think in train-speed! hurhur. corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgiveness, the greatest liberation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111139141266674928?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111139141266674928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111139141266674928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111139141266674928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111139141266674928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/never-judge-book-by-its-cover-you.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111132457861876830</id><published>2005-03-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:18:58.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>schl's starting tmr x(. i'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; e x c i t e d. almost all of my work is finished, that's only if i close one eye and not considering the fact that i haven't studied finish for chinese yet, and yes including the chem ppt, english persuasive speech writing and maths. (i left my maths text book in school, and unless i adopt paige matthews' orbing skills, there's absolutely no way i could bring my textbook back home). but anyway, most of my work is completed, but i'm dammit frustrated with the stupid chinese!i wish they would postpone the test to next week. one week isn't enough, considering the fact that there are other homework and tests to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charismatics two days ago was super duper WOAH! : ) and it's three more days to the end of lenten season. &lt;em&gt;if you haven't done something yet! do something! do it for CHRIST! &lt;/em&gt;it's holy week -&gt; easter triduum! maundy thursday, good friday and easter vigil! and today! palm sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the cross Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the price You paid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bearing all my sin and shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In love you came,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and gave amazing grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for this Love Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the nail pierced hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washed me in your cleansing flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now all i know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Forgiveness and Embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seated on the throne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crown you now with many crowns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Reign Victorious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High and lifted up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus son of God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Darling of Heaven crucified!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORTHY IS THE LAMB!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111132457861876830?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111132457861876830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111132457861876830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111132457861876830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111132457861876830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/schls-starting-tmr-x.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111112082550121140</id><published>2005-03-18T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:40:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;no privacy ; a potential &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having lunch now actually. but i think i'm getting so sick x/. not physically ill. as in those kind whereby i'm down with fever, cough blah blah blah. but rahter sick with work. i think i did too much work this holiday. doesn't sounds logical. but i think it's like that. for the past four days, i've been doing so much work. today's the last day of the march holidays. sad, yes. and i dont' think i can do anymore work. but do i look like i have any choice? i mean there are testS next week, and i can't afford to fail anymore. it's just so dammit pissing. and to add to all these, the weather's so hot and humid, and its making me feel so sticky and SLEEPY! i dont' want to do anymore work, yet i don't feel comfortable if i don't complete them. maybe i'll just crap thru them after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't seem to have an affinity for anything. oh yes, the computer maybe. even the food tastes horrible, it makes me feel sick to the stomach, and the worst thing is that i ordered it. i chose it. and so i can't blame anyone except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me i should be up and get going. i can't. i mean i don't want to work! but face it, it's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the worst thing, especially when reality is horrible. like now, reality is very horrible. do it or you'll fail. not that i don't mind failing, its part of reality for me. well i guess this reality is not too horrible. failing - it's so like me. but it &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and that is reality. look at the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jian bao&lt;br /&gt;- english speech&lt;br /&gt;- maths variation&lt;br /&gt;- prepare for history test&lt;br /&gt;- prepare for chinese test (1079 words to learn!)&lt;br /&gt;-tuition homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all. do i look like i can finish all these by the start of school? i think not. yes and that's reality. it can't be finished. i mean, isn't it obvious? so what's the point of pushing so hard? &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't i been trying for the past four days?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELAX LAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111112082550121140?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111112082550121140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111112082550121140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111112082550121140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111112082550121140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-privacy-potential-spy.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111104643803132059</id><published>2005-03-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:02:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cd drive for &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; computer is spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. so typical. virus virus virus virus virus and MORE virus! -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm studying chinese. so &lt;strong&gt;un-me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have one more jian bao to do. then i won't owe tym anymore homework! but it seems that i cant do it. the newspaper's there, my pen's there, my zhuo wen zhi's there(not exactly actually, i'm running out of it), everything's there, except that i just can't pick up the pen and write chinese words. sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my ex-senior yesterday at somewhere. i shan't mention who and where. i was trying to hide myself. hopefully i succesfully did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm getting so sian. to think of the whole mountain of chinese words i'm supposed to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks down at my paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even halfway up the mountain (i think i'm still at the foot of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THE HOLIDAYS ARE ENDING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's a fact, isn't it? holidays &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying. -pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm seeing stars (made of chinese words!) help! i need a doctor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111104643803132059?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111104643803132059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111104643803132059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111104643803132059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111104643803132059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/rights.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111089924565580602</id><published>2005-03-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:07:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FINISHED MY ZHUO YE!!!! : ) : ) : ) : ) two down... many more to go. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER and FRIENDSTER are giving so much problems!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm having a pounding headache x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days of my precious march holidays are gone : ( it'll end so soon. WAHHHHHHHHH :' (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111089924565580602?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111089924565580602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111089924565580602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111089924565580602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111089924565580602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-finished-my-zhuo-ye-two-down.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-111063759510067375</id><published>2005-03-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:55:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been so pathetic for the past days!&lt;br /&gt;number 1: we had a pattern test last week. it sucked horribly. VERY HORRIBLY. and i got so dammit low for it!: ( oh whatever! i passed anyway. and that's already a miracle. : )&lt;br /&gt;number 2: i failed chem. yeah like only 5 people in our class passed? how shocking can things get mann. hurh. "one of the nicest chem paper i ever did" -&gt; this sentence is quoted straight out of my mouth. yes yes. very nice paper. and i failed. very nice. yeahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;number 3: i failed history. actually i'm not surprised at all. i mean what's new?failing things have become a part of my life. i'm getting so used to it. especially when it comes to sucky topics like source-based questions and chemistry. anyway, looks like my crapping skills are going from bad to wrose. any ideas how to improve it?&lt;br /&gt;number 4: ppr. according to the L1R5 in our ppr, only like 1/4 of our class could get into jc. and according to my ppr, what kind of jc can i get into? the lousiest jc? the ulu ulu jc? the jc nobody wants to go to? oh i might as well go poly then. or ite. maybe my future is really a ruin one. a hopeless one. yeah maybe &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;t's really &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;he &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;nd for me.&lt;br /&gt;number 5: i lost to him. what a blow! first time! but well considering that i stopped for two and a half years and that he's been training so hard all the while, and considering that he's a boy and i'm a girl, the fact that the score was so close actually shows how sucky he is. and the best thing is that my mum agrees on that. (well that's not pathetic. at least).&lt;br /&gt;number 6: this week is packed with homework homework and homework! well that's singapore life anyway. and i'm a singaporean. so i guess i just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;number 7: i have two tests next week. history test(hopfully it won't be a source-based anymore) and chinese test. guess what we have to learn for chinese -&gt; the whole of sec 1 and sec 2 &lt;em&gt;ciyu&lt;/em&gt; and 75 &lt;em&gt;chengyu&lt;/em&gt;. i wonder how many words that would add up to. i'm not surprised if it adds up to a 1000.&lt;br /&gt;number 8: i was so lousy today. :( and i lost my concentration so easily. it's really so frustrating when you want to complete your overdue homework and you lose your concentration after a while. rahh : ( i think of the whole list of homework piling ahead of me and i'm getting so pissed and frustrated. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;number 9: i can't lose weight  : (&lt;br /&gt;number 10: i'm getting so dammit emotional. my emotions change so dammit easily. one moment i'm so pissed, next moment i'm so happy, next moment i'm so confused, next moment i'm so sad, then i'm happy again. oh whatever! i just hope this stage will pass quickly. and then i cry so easily. out of some minor stuff. i start crying. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, when there are pathetic things, there are always non-pathetic things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 1: we watched new york minute for mits on thurs. it was such a corny show. but the moral value behind the whole story was very long. it actually talks about sisterly love. hmm. and i wonder about my relationship between me and my brother. it is similar to the movie in many ways i guess. hmm i shall not comment.&lt;br /&gt;number 2: ok this might be quite scary. i was acutally freaked by it for one day. but come to thingk about it now, i think i was just being so silly. so it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(setting: my whole family went to play badminton together. we found the court closed so we decided to play elsewhere. we were loading the things in the car. i threw my stuff into the boot and i got into the car. one thing to note: the rest were already in the car. i was the last to get into the car.)&lt;br /&gt;dad: tinghui, go close the boot. (and he started the engine.)&lt;br /&gt;me: ok (i was about to get out of the car when the boot closed)&lt;br /&gt;mum: huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm the boot is closed.&lt;br /&gt;mum: go check if it's closed properly.&lt;br /&gt;me: ok. ( i got out to check the boot. it was already closed and i got back into the car.)&lt;br /&gt;me: the boot's closed. it must have been my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardian angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;(end of analogy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so basically this was how it went. i doubt the starting of the engine would release so much energy as to be able to close the boot. neither could the wind. and note that, everybody was in the car when the boot closed by itself. i really think it's my guardian angel. : ) maybe if i had gotten out of the car to close the boot something would happen to me. it remains as a sweet mystery and maybe some sweet secret shared between god and me : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE JESUS : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 3: i went to thomson plaza for lunch after church yesterday. and guess who i met? priscilla loh. and she sotta freaked out when she saw me in skirt and heels. she went all squealy and squeaky (whatever) and of course not forgetting her favourite slogan "i hate you" in her high squealy squeaky voice. lol maybe i should wear that more often and wait for her at thomson plaza every sunday so that she'll freak out more often :D haha. we met in popular actually. and it happened that i picked a book which had her name as one of the characters. and we started reading the book aloud to each other, changing all the characters' names to people like me and huifang XD&lt;br /&gt;number 4: brendan gave me a rosary-cum-crucifix today : ) maybe it would stop my temperamental character. and it was the same one which he lent me a few weeks ago, just that the crucifix was RED in colour. XD &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH! : ) I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE IT! : ) : ) : ) : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 5: i have finished my english comprehension holiday homework! : ) one down, many more to go though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, there are still more pathetic things than non-pathetic things. oh whatever. i just hope that non-pathetic things will increase day by day! well i'm off now.i shall be positive! i shall psyche myself to complete everything! i shall &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;psyche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; myself to love all the subjects! oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have an affinity for the word affinity. i seem to be using the word all the time. i used to have an affinity for the word intricate. well maybe i still do. i think i use these two words almost all the time, whether right or wrong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! lots of homework to complete. it's singapore life. (i'm just trying to comfort myself).  bye and take care everybody!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dearest huifang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-111063759510067375?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/111063759510067375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=111063759510067375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111063759510067375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/111063759510067375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/pathetic-things-have-been-so-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110985650197342014</id><published>2005-03-03T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:28:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for a week. honestly i haven't been using the computer since saturday or sunday. so here i'm back. the burden of tests lifted off my shoulders for a few days only. and that's precisely why i'm grabbing this chance to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the week has gone pretty much well. if you minus the fact that there was e maths and chemistry tests. nothing much really actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horror started on wednesday. when i started doing my e maths paper. and for once in dunno how many times, i couldn't finish the paper. i mean well the last time i couldn't finish my maths paper was eoys last year. and of course that resulted in a very nice fail mark. very nice as in i missed just one mark to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm afraid that this might happen again. moreover indices is a chapter i'm quite confident about. oh wells i mean the paper itself was already a killer and i'm not a genius in maths. so _______ (fill in the blank yourself. i have no words to describe it). moreover that day mrs koh didn't come to school. and we got -clears throat-. well i shan't comment anything. but very obviously that maths paper took away my mood for maths the whole day and maybe today as well. go look at my exercise book for proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chem test today. for once i realised i had no difficulty in understanding the questions. well maybe a little. but that's because i didn't study hard enough X/. but seriously today's paper was one of the nicest chem paper i've ever did in the past two years. and i saved lorraine koh again, just like i did for chinese paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mrs koh came to school today. and as 3d (her form class) were selling stuff at the canteen, she said to us, "see you at the canteen later and mark you attendance or else i'll give you zero for indices test!" she said something lidat lah. but i knew she was joking anyway and i didn't plan to go to the canteen. you see i wanted to study for chem test. but i was being such a nice friend to huifang and decided to accompany her to see her very dearest priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chem test was like right after recess. and those who know me would know i'll get so jittery and nervous when it comes to this kind of chim chim test that requries studying. and from the tone of my voice you'd probably assume that i didn't really put in much effort? as in i haven't finished studying yet. yeah well and of course i wasnt' in such a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so i went to 3d's stall. and at that point of time i was really quite blur cos minutes was ticking by, each minute nearing &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. somemore i was stoning at a certain page for like so long last night and continued stoning at it today from the moment i reached my classroom till recess time. how frustrating. yeah and i was like dao-ing everybody including mrs koh. yeah i was really acting very dao and bo chap lah. actually quite rude lah. aiayh but _______(fill in the blank yourself. i dont' know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after school was try outs. it was like raining lor. or rather drizzling. but i faithfully went for them. and from 230-3pm, i was like the only sec 3 girl there, standing there looking blur and actinng so stupid. but luckily 4 other sec threes came down at 3pm to try out for 100 metres. yeah but after that i was the only sec three girl again, trying out for 400metres. i tell you i bet anything that today was the slowest timing i clocked in like dunno how many years. i mean you can't blame me right? the floor was like so wet and i wasn't wearing my track shoes. so yeah. i'd rather play safe mann. basically tryouts was like so crappy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice. i have SO MUCH overdue work and tuition work to do! wahhhhhh : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very very very horrible dream last night. i dreamt that i was talking with my good friend onine and he told me that he thinks that he'll die of coughing. and a short while later, it really happened and he really died. and i was like crying crying crying crying crying even at his funeral. stupid dream lah. i hope that this dream will be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and i'm really serious. i hope it won't turn out true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i think it's really time i got to run. and i've found out who my dear (.) on my tagboard is. actually i've known all along. i just didn't wanna reveal it to her. and so now that she knows that her hidden identity is revealed, i hope she'll continue tagging my blog in her &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very special way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course not forgetting my very dearest &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huifang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; as well : ) i love you very much!!!!! : ) : ) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110985650197342014?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110985650197342014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110985650197342014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110985650197342014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110985650197342014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/03/havent-been-blogging-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110932832165392027</id><published>2005-02-25T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:45:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been some time since i've blogged. ok maybe 3 days of not blogging consecutively is not that long. but what's long is the fact that i didn't use the computer at all since monday. oh wells. i did a little. but not as long as usual. i mean i'm not a genius - use the computer the whole day when there are so many tests this week! so let's look back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday -&gt; lit timed-piece (i'm the king of the castle)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. that was a postponed piece for me. it was supposed to be on friday. but i came back from recess feeling so giddy that i couldn't take the test. oh wells. anyway i've already got the paper back. yeah i scraped through. so what? what's new? i'm always scraping here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday -&gt; add maths test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, our first test for add maths was the factor remainder theorem that whole crappy chapter. yeah i've got the paper back too. i barely scraped the paper. however, i scraped an a1. thank goodness manns. and the very nice me lost 6 whole marks due to stupid careless mistakes. the paper was upon 35 marks. so yeah you can go convert 6/35 to percentage and see how much i really lost. and you can keep that piece of information to yourself. i don't need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday -&gt; bio test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i was crapping throughout the whole paper. i mean i wasn't exactly too prepared for it. so yeah.i don't really bother actually. fail then fail lor. but hopefully i'll scrap through it. it'll be a miracule if i can even get a b4. oh whatever. like i really care. HECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once i'm free of tests! well but we were introduced to a new bio teacher called mr bala (i thinkt that's how he's name is spelt). he's gna be our bio teacher for 9 weeks. oh wells. potassium hydroxide hafnium: don't get too carried away by him yeah? just concentrate on learning bio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;today -&gt; lit timed piece again and history test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a total unseen prose for lit test today. and it happened to be a section from joy luck club. and thank goodness it was that section because i've already read it 5 times (if you count the 1 time today) and i don't need to waste time reading the prose over and over again. moreover we were only given like and hour for two questions! oh wells, at least you can say i quite enjoyed doing the piece and managed to finish both questions although my essays were quite short. history test was like total shit. i was like crapping crapping crapping. but who cares? i'm already prepared to fail, even lit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had pmb investiture today. it was like so cool. and thanks to it that history test was postponed to after school and i had so much more time to study for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off now. dinner then to church. so much work undone. plus overdue work also!hai.and the botero sculptures thingy as well! forget it. i'm not doing it. heck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i badly need to catch constantine in the theatres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not gna do it anymore. it hurts so much to do it. forget it. i can't be bothered anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110932832165392027?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110932832165392027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110932832165392027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110932832165392027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110932832165392027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-some-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110898165074019957</id><published>2005-02-21T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T18:27:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yest's fine. today's fine. whatever. everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a very messed-up mood now. you must understand. you see, i've been slacking for the whole weekend when i know threre are an upcoming string of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chimnologies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to be tested. yet all i did was to make a page of history notes and a page and a half of bio notes. and my maths stuff are here and there. everywhere. and to add on these &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chimnologies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, i have yet a whole load of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chimonolgy-ing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; work to be done. and that was for the weekeend. and what was i doing for the whole weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so simple. i could have stopped that. i chose not to. and &lt;s&gt;death days&lt;/s&gt; are drawing nearer. yet i'm still in the mood of blogging. maybe i'm just writing this entry to let everybody know that i'm going to &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's not that bad actually. cos i'm quite confident about tomorrows maths test. ok i can't say i'm quite confident. it will sound very un-me. well let's just say i'm prepared. well i can't say i'm prepared either. cos i hardly did any maths stuff. well i not say i didn't. i did some. i could have done more today, if it wasn't my AM4 and AM5 that grew legs and ran away from me. and i spent like don noe how much of my precious time trying to search for my runaway kiddies before i realised that they were kidnapped - the situation exactly like my nailclipper : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually it wasn't exactly like that. i mean my nailclipper was really kidnapped! that i'm not joking. but as for my maths worksheets, i very willingly lent them to cai fen like dunno how many weeks ago. i wonder if she stills remember that she's keeping my kiddies hostages. of course i know cai fen's not this kind of person. but maybe she has forgotten to return my kiddies to me. and my kiddies seem very happy with their new mummy. they didn't even come to look for me.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i should blame myself for being such a lousy mother. my two kiddies disappeared for so long and i didn't even know! but honestly i can't be blame. i have new kiddies every week. i can't even remember how my first kiddie look like anymore :( but seriously i do take effort to look after my new kiddies! i really do! cos you see, after my kiddies are borned, i have to give them to my caretaker to check their condition and most of the time my caretaker says they are in very good condition. so i am a good parent right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my caretaker is mrs koh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so when i realised that two of my kiddies disappeared, i panicked and wanted to call caifen to remind her to bring them tomorrow. and guess what? i can't find my class telephone network list! it's really so hilarious.it seems that all my stuffs like to grow legs and run away from me. what have i done to make them so unhappy with me? when i don't need them, they appear and disturb me and i have to tell them to go away. and when i need them. they never do appear. RAH. like please? i never did irriate all of you right? i gave my kiddies and my telephone network list a very good home! it's so comfortable inside my blue-coloured file. and they have so many sisters and brothers! ok well maybe my nail clipper's house is sotta dusty. but i have no choice! because if i keep it somewhere else &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; kidnapper will surely take it away! and i tried to protect it! hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i'm feeling so messed-up now. truthfully, its simply tests + tuition homework + school homework. who ask me not to do them earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how many times have i asked myself &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; question? oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off now. need to get work done! i don't want to &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's god? i don't deny that i do question sometimes. but somehow i always end up knowing that he's there no matter what happens. i really don't wish that &lt;u&gt;that kind of thing&lt;/u&gt; happens again, although sometimes, the very confused me will end up standing at the crossroads not knowing which way to go. but no matter what i know i'm hanging on to something invisible, something i can't even feel sometimes. he's there. he's holding on to me. and i'm hanging on to him. so &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have to do the same as well.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110898165074019957?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110898165074019957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110898165074019957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110898165074019957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110898165074019957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/yests-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110882734856564475</id><published>2005-02-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:05:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for youth mass today. had praise and worship : ) yay! then after that off to j8 for supper with josh1,josh2, audrey and ally : ) ally fetched me home. i took a real long time to search for food! and i settled with a salad from long john's sliver. and they cheated my money :( the salad was like all cabbage or lettuce whatever you call that stuff with a lil salad dressing and a small slice of tomato(maybe it's a quarter or an eighth. not sure)all in a small tiny box! and it cost $1.50! haiyo. but whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and i was like rushing to church. then i was running for the bus. my shoelace came out. and because i was really rushing for the bus, i didn't bother to tie my lace. and i was running running running and my shoe just came off! and like everybody on the bus saw! including the bus driver! actually i didnt want to board that bus but if i did that i'd be like so late for church. so i just boarded it. and when i boarded it, the bus driver looked at me i looked back at him and he looked down to my shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gave him a sheepish smile. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how embarrassing!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells i was quite sure the passengers on the bus saw what happened to me. but they didn't really bother looking at me or what. either they didnt' see or maybe they were just being nice people. oh whatever. like as if i would even see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice bullying &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. it's so nice bullying &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben the bully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my music up!:) see i told you i could find other sources besides iwebmusic and iwebtunes! PRAISE JESUS! :) :) :) YAY!!!!!!! XD XD XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110882734856564475?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110882734856564475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110882734856564475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110882734856564475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110882734856564475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/went-for-youth-mass-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110871974424785665</id><published>2005-02-18T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:42:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so guilty. it's like 530pm and i'm still in my schl u blogging. oh wells. i daren't use the toilet when i'm alone in the house anyway. not that i dont' want to bathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. i've got one more extra test than the others next week all thanks to the weather and myself! yeah i was like playing badminton during recess and after that i was feeling like so giddy! yeah so i didn't take lit test. hahaha. instead i slept throughout which gave me an extra 45 minutes of nice sleep : ) yeah and so kind of jaja to lend me her pillow :) but i'm feeling quite alright now. actually wanted to go swimming today. but with my pathetic condition how to go? oh wells. anyway it's raining. so even if i'm fine i still wont be able to go. maybe i'm just not fated to go today. aiyah. heck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess what tym commented when he saw my head on the table? he said &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; like(note: i said &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; like): aiyoh. ni yang zi hen ke lian lei. shi bu shi kan tai duo se qing shu le?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ROLLS EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway whatever. better get going to do some work now. SO many tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwebmusic and iwebtunes are mostly likely the source of frustrating problems. now i know where all those problems came from!.now i can't add music to my blog :/ oh nvm. i shall search for my own music sources myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 more days!!!! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARISMATICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; TODAY : ) ooh i'm so excited XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you seek me... you shall find me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110871974424785665?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110871974424785665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110871974424785665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110871974424785665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110871974424785665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-so-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110864013292111756</id><published>2005-02-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T19:35:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; d e a d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who's my murderer? you can sue &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; all you want. i honestly and seriously dont' mind. notice i used the word &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shall i reveal my so very nice murderer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my murderer is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005's first higher chinese test paper for sec 3s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! ok although it murdered me don't go sue it k? i've forgiven it for murdering me. and if you sue the test paper you're gonna sue my chinese teacher as well cos he set the paper. so let's make peace ok? P E A C E :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah seriously i crapped through the whole compre section! i really had no idea what to write on! oh wells. heck lah! why get so pissed over a stupid paper! heck heck heck heck heck heck heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i vent all my frustration on the innocent shuttlecock today. i feel so guilty now. i really hope it's uninjured. it must have been under great torture by me today. ok i'll treat it better the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and i'm acutally in the ppt competition and i didn't even know. RAH!:( hai all thanks to my stupid ears! i heard it wrongly! oh wells. nvm. heck lah! don care. anyways thank goodness i'm not there cos the rest ppt presentation's were like so pro. i think i'll be the suckiest among them.well and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna either run or play badminton trm. exercising is such a meaningful way of spending your recess, compared to stoning in class : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahhs. i'm so sleepy yet i have to prepare for stupid lit paper for tmr, plus a whole series of tests next week. &lt;u&gt;what a &lt;s&gt;meaningful&lt;/s&gt; way to spend my &lt;s&gt;lovely&lt;/s&gt; time&lt;/u&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so naughty today. i ate a packet of twisties. well actually not the whole packet. almost the whole packet rather. i gave the remainding to my juniors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day!!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110864013292111756?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110864013292111756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110864013292111756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110864013292111756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110864013292111756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/great-im-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110855533313562564</id><published>2005-02-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:02:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>schl's rather fine today. yeahh. nth much lah actually. no idea why i came here either. wanted to go for trng today. guess what? no trng! cos the sports hall's under painting. oh wells. then i went tp to buy some stuffs. yeah. then came home. slacked. yeah basically i'm slacking. and i have chinese test tmr some more. oh wells. hmmph then i went to weigh myself on the weighing machine and guess what. yeah. i put on weight. how nice. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had stomachache so went to toilet. thank goodness everything's fine. yeah but i'm still sotta feeling unwell all over. dunno what's causing that to happen. don bother to know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about tests. yeah i think the schl's killing us. like hello? we have like add maths, bio and history all in next week! three &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chimnologies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in a week! oh good. if it's not killing you it's killing me. good good good. kill me faster. then i can go to heaven and ask God about all unanswered questions. anybody who thinks that it's killing her as well can die together with me. yeah and i flopped my english compre paper. yeah yeah yeah. very very very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's a swing? imagine someone sitting on it swinging back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. and that person's going faster and faster and faster. and higher and higher and higher. just imagine the whole image is my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a bloody bad mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110855533313562564?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110855533313562564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110855533313562564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110855533313562564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110855533313562564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/schls-rather-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110847550337012363</id><published>2005-02-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:53:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found my runaway nailclipper! well at least i think it is. and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was without any legs and was lying as quietly on my bookshelve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! oh wells. wonder what &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my very nice magician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; did to it again. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a boring day in school. oh yes and not forgetting to wish happy total defence day! i mean how ironical can it get? total defence day's not supposed to be a happy day and yet i'm wishing "happy total defence day"? hmmph. anyway i don't wish to go into a whole long chunk of history stuff. because i'm very nicely having a history test next week and i dont wished to be reminded of it! but what i would like to very nicely comment is that we had a very &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alarming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; fire drill prac today. yeah yeah yeah yeah. like how alarming can it get? and yeah where's the fire har? the fire very white hor? okok lah. joke joke only lah. hahaha. but well the fire drill gave me a very good chance for me to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. oh yes. and the message gave me a very good chance to sleep :) mmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! and jaja moved up today : ) so i have an extra sitting partner! yay! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played badmitnon for PE today : ) and i would have bullied huifang with my smashes if i had been a little &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meaner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :) x) :) and i played badminton with angelique, pris and eugenia. i definitely totured pris with my smashes but i think i'll be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much much much more meaner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the next time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and house cheer prac today. ok whatever. i shan't comment. but i bet &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amanda lim jin mei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tan yu qing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will get very jealous when they hear this : &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs koh and limfangteng are in my house : ) not yours. -sticks out tongue at you- x )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. HA HA HA HA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have an article to finsih! plus chinese test to study! WAH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's such a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meanie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;mouse&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;bullying&lt;/s&gt; the china visitors today. &lt;/em&gt;ok i was just joking. see i can prove it by laughing. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i think she's utterly completley blind. i was eating right in front of her and she didn't even know. either she can't be bothered or she just want to teach teach teach.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days!!! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110847550337012363?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110847550337012363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110847550337012363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110847550337012363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110847550337012363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-found-my-runaway-nailclipper-well-at.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110837868496831402</id><published>2005-02-14T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:58:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm wondering who i'm wishing. nobody in particular actually. recevied quite a few presents today!mostly chocolates and sweets! well hmm but i didn't give any presents actually. nah i dont give valentine's day presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i particularly got a very &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice and sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; gift by a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;male teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. ok to be precise his name is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr colin phee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and i shall not reveal the present he gave me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few interesting things happened in schl today, or rather today.&lt;br /&gt;1) my brother was sick and he missed tournament. today is the first time i witnessed somebody missed tournament. ok maybe there are many more misses just that i missed witnessing them. somemore he's an important player. arh anyway his schl still won and that's not what i'm trying to tell you. the thing is that i took bus to schl. and today is my first time witnessing the public bus shoot red light! and there were cars horning. arh but who cares? nothing happened. everyone's save and sound, or rather &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alive and squeaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and seeing cars shoot red light is like so common lor. i'm not surprised actually.&lt;br /&gt;2)we had visitors from VS and china. and huei minn's taking care of them ( i think). hmm. i don think it's easy for her to cope with looking after the visitors. oh wells. -shrugs-.&lt;br /&gt;3)RE. ok this is nothing that interesting. i mean it's like a weekly routine. but what i feel is that it's starting to get sotta dragggy? (if that's the word). i mean like how much can you learn in 1/2 hour? i think it's a little too short. i mean the ideal time is like arnd 1 hour. arh but doesn't really matter lah. after all it's still has to do with GOD : )&lt;br /&gt;4)maths: rahh. i hated maths today. because it was ALL about patterns. i hate patterns you know. the visualising and everything. ok i admit it lah. i'm just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plain stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and that's why i can't see the patterns when all others can.honestly i'd rather do logarithms. just follow the rules and you're on the right track. nothing to visualise.&lt;br /&gt;6)chem: honestly i dont feel like commenting on it. cos i don think that what i type will be very nice to read. ok maybe i'll just say -  today's lesson was a waste of time. she could have spent the time going through the answers to the questions and explaining them.&lt;br /&gt;7)chinese debate: i think eliza was very good. and the rest too! charity was good at rebutting but we were good as well by being able to rebutt whatever they said : ). generally i think that our class did pretty well. i hope we'll win! and to ALL DEBATORS OF 3UNITY: GOOD JOB! x )&lt;br /&gt;8)lab duty:i broke my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;own record&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for icy tower! note pls! it's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my own record&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; NOT the computer's one. anyway my new record's not that high either. only arnd 140-150 levels. scold me all you want. stupid people like me cannot control and coordinate their hands properly one. and i actually wrote a very long post and one wrong click of the mouse deleted the whole thing! how nice. and there was this girl who kept playing jay chou's qing tian over and over again. i wonder if she'd ever get sick of it. hmms.&lt;br /&gt;9)ok mr phee's present. he very nicely indirectly announced that i have to go for dunno what healthy lifestyle thing. excuse me. i'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;healthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not overweight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and i don need someone to push me to exercise. i can, enjoy and know how to exercise on my own. thank you very much. but oh wells, i should try to take things more postively right? hmm well let's say my planned programme is: tues play badminton with angelique and gang. wed: play badminton with siew ying and eugenia. well and if there's too many ppl i can treadmill on my own. honestly i dont mind. hahaha. it gives me an excuse to use the schl's treadmill as well : )&lt;br /&gt;10)and i shall now reveal who &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ms questionmark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and she is....&lt;br /&gt;LORRAINE KOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no applause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i shall clap alone then. &lt;u&gt;clap clap clap!&lt;/u&gt;. hahaha. and hopefully huifang will have a nice time with manpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's a so damn bloody stuck up &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;. she sticks to people not even knowing they are sick and irriated with her. well maybe i'm a lil too biased against her. but she can even stuck up to some ppl 10 years older than her.and she laughs( the mocking kind) at people! and she thinks she's so popular. popular my foot. stop sticking up to my friends lah!go stick up to the wall manns. nobody will give a damn about you!stop putting up an act lah!it just disgust me terribly. and if others know about you as well, i think they would want to vommit blood just like me as well. just shut your crap lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110837868496831402?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110837868496831402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110837868496831402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110837868496831402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110837868496831402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day-hmm-wondering-who.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10412511.post-110827785983160101</id><published>2005-02-13T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:17:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. what's my runaway nail clipper got to do with teamwork? hahahaha. hmm. well i confronted my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very dear magician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and he very nicely denied it. hmmph. anyway i've found a replacement for my runaway nailclipper : ) and after i've found the replacement i seem to see the original one everywhere in the house! weird right? anyway don care lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530 pm later is fr andrew wong's farewell mass!so he's going back to his previous parish to serve as parish priest. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;judgement day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! i shall get to know who &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ms questionmark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is! blahh. and trm reminds me of overdue chem homework. MINDMANAGER! bahhh. i hate mindmaps. but no choice lah have to do. guess i'll do that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have children's liturgy meeting today.so brendan and i attended 945 mass. bahh i was so sleepy i think i was half asleep throughout fr andrew's homily?and canteen was closed! how nice!meeting was supposed to be at 12pm but aunty angeline went to attend 1130 am mass! so the meeting was pushed to 1pm. so yeah i couldn't attend. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth day mass next saturday! wonder if i'm going.. hmmmmmms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10412511-110827785983160101?l=b33p5--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/feeds/110827785983160101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10412511&amp;postID=110827785983160101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110827785983160101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10412511/posts/default/110827785983160101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b33p5--.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>wholenewworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
