<?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-3899804695215734163</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:58:36.691+08:00</updated><category term='does love make you sad?'/><title type='text'>wtfisthistitle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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sparksthatexplode.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5876127836129571198?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5876127836129571198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5876127836129571198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5876127836129571198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5876127836129571198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#5876127836129571198' 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before i leave i lock my door with a keypad lock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in my room blasting music, its in the night. we're partying and suddenly i'm running out towards the car, ncc juniors call my name but i don't turn back i don't know why. they catch up with me and pin me to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm outside my room, my door is blasted open, the keypad lock is still intact. my brother tells me that in order to get in he placed explosives around the door. i get mad and shout at everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bangladeshi workers scrambling out of the road to let a sedan pass, one of them was sweating profusely, another one had a pimple on his right cheek&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bell rings and an announcement is made for everyone to go somewhere, while i walk with the crowd i see 1T24 and go inside, stare at someone, walk out, barely able to fit through the door, go past delvin's class, see them sitting still in their chairs with someone at the front looking like a prison warden, and walk down a spiral staircase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom tell's bro to write down what she says, something about two koreas and a thousand springs, bro argues back about what it is and dad chips in too. we're in a room with a brown table looking very much like the one-seaters in the school library, the room looks like a consultation room beside the staff room, except that its positioned where the general office is. i turn around and look at the tables outside the staff room and see a girl studying there, two people in cj pe walk out of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm walking down the spiral staircase again, barely fit through the door leading out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a car with my dad driving, we stopped outside a carpark, dad rolls down the window and i read what's on the board, it says "press I. wait for the voice for instructions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the car enters the carpark and its empty with machinery, somehow i know i'm in a hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a room with no doors or windows, everything turns yellow, blue, grey, with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: medium;"&gt;a white sillhouette of a boy crouching at a corner ripping his hair off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: medium;"&gt;all these while i know i'm dreaming, but the actions weren't mine at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rarely have i been able to remember my dreams so clearly, but these are how they're usually like, its freaking me out i don't like it =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6275357119946129695?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6275357119946129695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6275357119946129695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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urge to do the same as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.... its that time of year again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you believe the life you led? Did you achieve the goals you set? Did you lose your mind, now and then?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really got into my head and made me realise that i did lose my mind =(. People are always chasing after materialistic gains (quote by leon as well) that they're never happy, always unsatisfied and omg look how true it is now as 18 year olds, chasing after iphone, 3G, 3Gs, now 4g....its terrible when i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this life that we are leading makes me desire for &lt;a href="http://thinksimplenow.com/clarity/the-simple-life/"&gt;http://thinksimplenow.com/clarity/the-simple-life/&lt;/a&gt; . When will i ever achieve it. not to mention backpacking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking short term, its 3 weeks to prelims aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand i'm still hanging by a thread. I've learnt to just do my best already, no point worrying if i fail i cry and i move on, been there done that (but not prepared to face the consequences). life isn't just about taking this A level route that gets tougher every step i take. next time, my kids go to poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTWHzO2gI_w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTWHzO2gI_w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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my family and dawn for dinner and did some shopping, got myself a pair of jeans from levi's signature. heh, thats like some spinoff for those cheapos who can't afford the real thing! but it feels better. then i don't know what's up with my mom and jeans, she thinks that the levi's strauss ones are super stiff and coincidentally those are what my dad bought... shouldn't the wife support the husband or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, alice in wonderland isn't even wonderland, its some morbid confuzzling whirlpool of junk. those two twins look daft and they talk like retards. and the red queen's head is horrifying. and what the hell is a jabbawookie? and the whole landscape seems so disturbing, like the natural landscape is barren and deserted but those castles/prisons/battlefield look so bright and colourful. they contradict each other and yes that is what i hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scary shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with the class for dinner after that, its a pity i left early =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day's coming =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4478083131077467836?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4478083131077467836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4478083131077467836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crosscountry today, muscles aching now =(. it was quite....enriching though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, journey &gt; glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfUYuIVbFg0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfUYuIVbFg0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-952558547692291505?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a very, very good friend of mine. Got hooked to this song not long ago, and then it happened, listened to this song another time and i found how the lines seemed to relate to this good friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom's nagging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lDVR_2mb6Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lDVR_2mb6Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I swear that you don't have to go&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could wait for the snow&lt;br /&gt;To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And spend every moment I had with you&lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Confess all the faith that I had in you (I had in you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To late, I'm sure and lonely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words so sing along for me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This anniversary may never be the same&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;With my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with a month of apart&lt;br /&gt;Together would find us an opening&lt;br /&gt;And moonlight would provide the spark&lt;br /&gt;And that I would stumble across the key&lt;br /&gt;(Or break down the door to your heart)&lt;br /&gt;Forever could see us not you and me&lt;br /&gt;Or you'd help me out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I'd give my heart as an offering&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To late, I'm sure and lonely&lt;br /&gt;It's another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words so sing along for me, Baby&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember you as you are right now to me&lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember you now, remember you now&lt;br /&gt;So sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side&lt;br /&gt;Sleep alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;How does he feel, how does he kiss&lt;br /&gt;How does he taste while he's on your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I know you want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I can't forgive you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2013509816766067485?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2013509816766067485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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BUT ITS BY WE THE KINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a new album coming up soon for them?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_bwb8m_RQE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_bwb8m_RQE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2971352568854482013?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2971352568854482013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2971352568854482013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2971352568854482013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2971352568854482013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2971352568854482013' title='and we&apos;ll be a dream'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4955588178235768260</id><published>2009-12-30T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:15:30.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yichin?! says (11:37 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*EH I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOLL!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mok says (11:38 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*YEAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*F___ SCHOOl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*WASTE MY LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, lets talk about the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empower U was really great!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really want to go (thats one of the reasons why i pushed it back), but the things that you gain from there is something you might never get elsewhere. Its like this haven of some sort where you can be yourself, you know, let your emotions just run free, if you're like that in the outside world people would probably think you're crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow i still don't know why i was the group leader, but oh well. i think i tried my best to be....rarrar? I guess i was more of a nuisance to the assists...but i think that they were equally annoying as well &gt;:(. I hope i made it fun for Monkeys though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda stuck to my group of friends from S4L the whole time, doreen, chermaine, stepf, joel, dave, rachel. Even after everything we would still go out for supper and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a pity that we lose contact so quickly =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what stepf said when i told her that THE DRUMMER OF A7X IS DEAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"hai so sudden lor. shows you need to make the best out of life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing meaningful, productive, memorable things, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made some new friends, although i think we seemed to have lost touch already, it feels weird talking to people whom you only spoken like a few sentences to online because everyone's just younger than you. doesn't feel right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone's gone for 10 days =(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been missing you like crazy. The many days that we went out since exams ended up till christmas eve just don't seem to offset the length of time that you're gone. argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Revision?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, been reading physics and doing maths AND trying to do the gp newspaper cutting(which failed) pretty okay this holidays. I don't want to fail tests again, although there's still at high chance that I would. Maybe i'll get my motivation(if any) when school reopens, then its all rushing and rushing and rushing and in no time we'll be in the exam halls again, taking papers again, and in no time we'll be stuck at home or outside, talking cock and doing shit and wondering what to do next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is mundane, isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catching up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so sorry for not organising gatherings for 6.6. Last year was REALLY FUN, christmas celebration, class chalet, going to east coast park, chilling out at my house. this year...i guess i couldn't be bothered already. tried a few times but the response sometimes is just blehhhhh don't like.. not blaming anyone, since is JC/POLY and everyone has made new friends and there's this whole priority shift and all. i just hope that we had fun singing k today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i didn't sing, because i don't know any mainstream/chinese songs at all. i just threw 10 bucks away LOL! i feel outdated suddenly, been listening to "underground" songs and when i said "WHO LIKES MAYDAY PARADE?" yesterday during dinner with what's left of IG26 everyone just stared at me -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, i mean, CHINESE SONGS?! i can't even read the lyrics, they're all in traditional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IG outing was fun as well! although it started really late and we all turned into potato couches (zach, your beanbag is really comfy btw). the KUNGFU GAME WAS DAMN FUN HAHAHAHA omg i want to play it again. guitar hero was fun as well. the company was fun too! and i like the carpark rooftop =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we SHOULD really stay in touch, seeing how things are always on the brink of falling apart sucks. sometimes we can't really do much about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T22 outing was hell of a good time too! although we didn't get to prawn, pool was fun-ner! girls didn't go as usual, wonder what's the reason seperating the guys and the girls. i look at other classes and even though there's just two girls they seem to coexist just fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched Avatar with 423, REALLY GREAT SHOW. had a fun time but Jin pissed me off in the end &gt;:( oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HO HO HO~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas gathering with the family was really nice, the food was great as usual, but presents, nah, didn't get a lot. wasn't expecting presents too! but my brother got me something, haha, first time. how sweet is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i made a birthday card for my mom, i mean, its something that i actually put in effort for her in a LONG LONG time. stayed up till around 1plus 2 and luckily my dad was away for meeting so when he came back my mom was asleep so he could write on the card in secret =D. my brother wrote it in the morning while my mom was busy and we gave her a little surprise! now all i want to do is to surprise my dad next year with a card as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just did another birthday card for my granddad too. i think that we should really really put in the effort for what we make for people. even if it takes hours to think/draw a card for the person. buying cards from stalls isn't sincere at all! or giving expensive stuff just because its "in" or "hip" to have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i mention that i got a nerf gun from leon and co.? =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really like this particular birthday card that i got from someone. hush hush &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Across the waters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batam and kahang was really really fun too. oh, made new friends at kahang too! colette, caleb, suanhin, jinghui, vicki, nicole and a lot more that i can't name now. they were a really fun bunch, and although the activities were quite "i've done this before" it just isn't the same when you do it with a new bunch of people. i know we won't sort of "catch up" with one another or "gather" and stuff but i just hope that we'll be closer friends if we do get the chance to see each other in school and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just a pity that i won't see the kids in an'nur for a long, &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess, this brings an end to 2009. thinking about it, other than the people, school life is pretty much the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just glad that next year will probably be the last year for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4955588178235768260?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4955588178235768260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4955588178235768260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4955588178235768260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4955588178235768260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4955588178235768260' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-976596772461348917</id><published>2009-12-22T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:40:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when people don't tell people things until they are forced to, trouble happens. people will feel bad, then things go haywire.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like it =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i got TWO christmas cards! (up from one last year). =D. one from velda and one from luke, which i didn't expect to get at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i deprived or are we already living in an age where christmas cards don't matter. 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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-3899804695215734163.post-3769575592893005838</id><published>2009-12-20T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:48:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were the kings and queens</title><content type='html'>that's what empower U does to you. we became kings and queens for three days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there was one segment on the third day that wasn't so pleasing, it was more of a torment, doreen and chermaine would know &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got high from all the dancing and all, not really dancing, just following those on stage, but fun nonetheless. would be better without the water though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, talking about groups, i got a really great group that sort of opened up on the third day. but these four girls just seem to be conjoined quads at the start or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Tokwe7bxTw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Tokwe7bxTw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;batam:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its kind of a mix of emotions, amalgam. haha. its like, first when you get there and you're just following the crowd through the immigration and checking into the hotel and the briefing and all, you feel kind of lost, its not really exciting because you aren't in charge of anything, you're just following the herd. it gets boring. then when you get to the orphanage and you see people already starting work and you have nothing to do. you feel even more lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, someone stands up and takes charge, and you follow him/her, you take charge as well. you become his partner in leading and try to get things done. maybe you might think that you're trying to be funny, but then you tell yourself, "if i don't, who will?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at the end of the day, when you get into the hotel with your bunkmates, you have a hell lot of fun and getting to know each other. you realise that some people just can't bathe in a bathtub for nuts. and some people DO wash their clothes themselves. and some people don't bother if you actually mess the place up or not. and you watch soccer late into the night for the first time in your life and actually enjoy the sport somehow, and talk cock way later into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until you realise that you're late for breakfast the next day. and that you're the first to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything sets in, going to the orphanage and playing with kittens and kiddos, coming back for meals that don't arrive and for some reflection, then having free time spent with someone you love and the class. watching the stars together, talking cock, doing shit, running around the hotel, running IN a hotel room and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when all is done and you say goodbye, a part of you actually doesn't want to, its almost tear inducing in a way. you feel like living this carefree life forever, and for once you admire the kids for the carefree lives that they lead, uncertain about the future but they don't seem to care. and when you come home to your room, you find it hard to adjust to normal life again, but marvel at how easily you adjusted to life outside of singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe its because you're ready for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8931280185086686333?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8931280185086686333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8931280185086686333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8931280185086686333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8931280185086686333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8931280185086686333' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-236242114438184615</id><published>2009-12-05T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:00:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10845_189937407790_540787790_3501474_7573178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10845_189937407790_540787790_3501474_7573178_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kahang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;almost like Sec 2 ACE Camp, just less taxing, and less less strict. i was kinda prepared for it, all the mud, rain and all. but i didn't expect our tent to be flooded and be on the verge of flying on the FIRST afternoon around 3 hours after arrival. it sucked, really. we slept on the floor of the multipurposehall after that, and it was much better than a hot/cold tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first night was spent shivering with jing hui sharing the CJ gym towel. hahaha! second night was spent sleeping in a wet sleeping bag, opening it afterwards only to get bites all over. third night was spent playing cards with my tentmates until 4. then i realised that i woke up at 5 plus, looked to the group beside me and SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHed very loudly without knowing, cus they were noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and kahang was really fun cus of someone. haha. and i made new friends! a fun bunch too, but a group of people were really cliquish(as put by velda), nope, i don't like cliquish people. or ONE cliquish PERSON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and at the end of the day, shopping was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thats about all. nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-236242114438184615?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/236242114438184615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=236242114438184615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/236242114438184615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/236242114438184615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;just came back from kahang. i wanted to blog but i just can't find the strength to. &gt;&lt;. i shall talk about batam tomorrow i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;batam was fun! it's so similar to ace camp in sec 2, except that its not so strict and we get more more more freedom =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6937445669661991962?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' 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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-3899804695215734163.post-6033139270655785854</id><published>2009-11-22T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:04:34.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs046.snc3/13343_179660707631_551482631_2884900_156093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs046.snc3/13343_179660707631_551482631_2884900_156093_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning seems so far away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;Mindchamps graduation today, i forgot to prepare my speech so i came to class thinking that i'll be doomed but as usual no one did, well, no one from Classics did except stepf who wrote a letter instead of a speech and i'm so sorry! so yeah, we did our presentations and stuffs and then we did our speeches which i FORGOT what i was supposed to say the moment i went up, malu to the max &gt;&lt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;after mindchamps i had lunch with mel huangliang and doreen before going down to bugis to meet jin and pork to get my LG phone..well, to get Leon's LG phone from jin to be exact. went to sim lim to get jin's PSP and yes you owe me money thanks =D. after that i took the train home and went to bishan for dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;went to bishan, turned out that i could repair my phone there, so i did. then my dad's contract had to be renewed so he said why not get a cheap 0 dollar phone. so yep i did too. lets hope that i keep this phone SAFE. and velda! i don't throw it around! it just slipped from my hand, seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;yeah, the thing slipped from my hand the moment i turned it on and it fell to the floor. -.-. malu again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;and I came to the conclusion that NEW phones are more sophisticated and thus spoil easier than OLD phones. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;okay, not OLD phones, but phones that don't have that much gadgets and stuff like walkman or cameras or touchscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;OCIP on tuesday! i hope its going to be fun, i hope the people that i'm bunking in with will be cool people too! =DDD lets hope that HOMOYLEE won't blow her top cus we'll still have to see her next week. and lets hope that we actually accomplish something so we don't waste everyone's time money and most of all EFFORT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its also pretty cool about the fact that my brother is actually staying at home tomorrow when he's on "off". because 99% of the time he'll be out with dawn or something i don't know. lol. and A levels are coming to an end which means yay dawn's pain is over! jia you! haha. same goes for my cousin and my two ncc part C ICs. lol. nope, haven't forgotten about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and yeah, this quote seems pretty cool as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"in order to lift yourself up, you have to lift someone else up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;get the drift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6033139270655785854?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6033139270655785854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6033139270655785854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6033139270655785854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6033139270655785854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6033139270655785854' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-2895911169352659139</id><published>2009-11-15T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:24:02.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are gonna get so busy....for velda and for me too =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well for her its a good cause of camps and holidays but for me i think i'm gonna go plan more outings..because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i tried to con luke and teresa into buying my cookies for 10 bucks but they conned me into planning an IG outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and because I MISS IG26! =( whatever happened to the "we've only known each other for 5 days but i think we've known each other for 5 years" =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 6.6 needs an outing before it falls apart =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mok is organising prawning because paintball failed =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. BATAM OCIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. KAHANG CAMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. someone suggested going to Genting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. i want to hangout with V E L D A .....D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. and jin and leon and pork and gaybo and fish and 1T22 and loads of loads of peeps =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. and mindchamps is ending soon, but i want to go out with mindchamps peeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh speaking of mindchamps..its really interesting how my perception of things changed over this half a year (obviously not from the help of mindchamps, seriously. its just a mega conning corporation, cheers leon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, like 1 month before going in i was DREADING mindchamps ttm, didn't want to go, would give up ANYTHING not to go. in the end i agreed cus i would get my drums (which i got 5 months later). still didn't feel like going, but someone told me to face everything with a positive attitude, which i tried, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end the positive attitude thing didn't work out. but i just began to accept it as part of my sunday life, and luckily i could relate to my trainer, who's from the same generation, more or less, from SJI then CJ and knows pretty much most of the teachers that i know. so yep. and really fun people (stepf just smsed me about NOVENA. LOL!) that i can relate to and have fun with. class content itself was boring, but my trainer told stories outside of class that i could also relate to. and yeah, just go there to make friends, take it as sunday relaxation session and go doodle all over and have fun cheating during tests of sec 3 standard so you can pass something without studying(first time you get that sense of achievement...and not to mention that so they can con you into believing that their methods work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least, i get something out of it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to catch up with a few people lately, getting separated for one year with different social circles kind of makes you lose contact with everyone else. and you don't don't don't want that to happen because its just pitiful don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, here's something nice to listen to. tried to surprise jin by making him guess where the singer of Mayday Parade ran off to but apparently he knew it already -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iBM6snJi8o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iBM6snJi8o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2895911169352659139?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2895911169352659139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2895911169352659139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2895911169352659139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2895911169352659139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#2895911169352659139' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-2146688263996611227</id><published>2009-11-09T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:27:40.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-two hundred and thirty five and counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;after tomorrow, everything will be fine, okay, back to normal. it'll be two hundred and thirty six, then seven, then eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we'll hold hands like every other day, we'll laugh like we always did, it'll all return to normal =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;forget about 13/11, that doesn't matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2146688263996611227?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2146688263996611227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2146688263996611227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2146688263996611227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2146688263996611227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#2146688263996611227' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1907612980794204683</id><published>2009-11-04T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:20:00.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;-oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OP this tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to pay for my drum lessons today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class outing on Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SvGaOu_-3vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hTA7_rR6goM/s200/DSC00429.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267006119173874" /&gt;so this is where my drums will be (for the time being), until something happens to my room to make it magically soundproofed or someone chases my neighbours away or make them go deaf or mute so they can't complain....so for now, they're muffled, and it sounds retarded but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna buy an amp for my brother's 19th birthday. so i need to go to peninsula soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and OP rehearsal tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1907612980794204683?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1907612980794204683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1907612980794204683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1907612980794204683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1907612980794204683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1907612980794204683' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SvGaOu_-3vI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hTA7_rR6goM/s72-c/DSC00429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-3134810483964496709</id><published>2009-10-31T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:33:11.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was... class outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, again, not really the whole class, but just me, justin, osel, joel, mok, mark, azriel, eugene, weijun and derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual the girls didn't come idk why oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raymond's birthday as well but he didn't turn up o.0. we could have celebrated his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around tpy looking for something to eat, went to entertainment centre and while waiting for sakae sushi i ventured into the arcade and messed around with the machines, played one game of this Ghost Squad thing and then we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakae was too expensive so we went back to HDBHub.. saw zhiyoong there and when me and eugene wanted to just wave hi to him (because he didn't acknowledge my presence when i waved hi the first time) he made hand gestures for me to scram! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to koufu and we packed food and went to the area underneath the huge TV screen to sit down and eat and talk cock. then we took the bus to Safra because Mok said that Osel said that there's a bowling alley which i have absolutely no idea where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Safra and found out that there was NO bowling alley. so we went to the pool/billards table and they were all booked. so we took the bus back to Hub again and took the train to Dhoby Ghaut. went to play pool at MonsterCue for about 30 minutes or so and then me derek and mark left. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the bus home, stopped outside ian's home and RAN all the way back. yep, i ran. didn't want to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at exactly 11.45 and feeling bloody guilty because my mom stayed up waiting for me. never gonna do that again. never going out for late class outings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway when OP and Chinese As is over i'm gonna go shopping again! and then movies and ECP and everything and KBOX and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i kind of forget that i actually failed my promos. and wondering whether i deserve all these "enjoyment" at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, retain/don't retain/poly/no poly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-3134810483964496709?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/3134810483964496709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=3134810483964496709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3134810483964496709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3134810483964496709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3134810483964496709' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4276498668117497186</id><published>2009-10-27T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:30:10.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;-we fell again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fell again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i going to pick myself up, or crawl out another hole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4276498668117497186?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4276498668117497186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4276498668117497186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4276498668117497186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4276498668117497186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4276498668117497186' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-7246004995443999008</id><published>2009-10-26T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:17:13.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was stupid, woke up on the wrong side of the bed (no this has got nothing in relation to the talk today)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OP was screwed up because i did 2 minutes only, the given times is 5. that's bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got back my GP results, subpassed but that's the least of my worries right now. Maths, Physics, Econs, Geog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to sleep when i went home and woke up at 9.30 and i haven't done anything yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-7246004995443999008?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/7246004995443999008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=7246004995443999008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7246004995443999008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SuR4LPQZUZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wOjJ8p4C3pY/s400/it+was+a+dream.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570387965890962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a windy night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were on this hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were talking about how we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;i&gt;laughed, &lt;/i&gt; and you &lt;i&gt;smiled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we looked up into the night sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;city lights and buildings stared back at us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't ask myself: "&lt;i&gt;where are the stars?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6461567021202924606?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6461567021202924606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6461567021202924606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6461567021202924606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6461567021202924606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6461567021202924606' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SuR4LPQZUZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wOjJ8p4C3pY/s72-c/it+was+a+dream.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-2134916628937453724</id><published>2009-10-25T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:42:09.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;- i just want to say...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;VELDA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great sunday darling =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2134916628937453724?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2134916628937453724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2134916628937453724' title='0 Comments'/><link 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suggestions. don't judge until you're forced to. be confident, be early, be prepared. think out of the box but don't smash it. be forgiving. be sensitive. don't think too much. think right. change. don't ignore problems, know the right time to address them. don't ask, do. step out of the circle. follow the crowd. strike the right conversation. smile. open doors, leave them open. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5400247366477500905?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5400247366477500905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5400247366477500905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5mXK9psBITw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Very very nice song =D. it hits home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; "&gt;my drums are dismantled =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta wait until i soundproof my room then i can put it back together and play. oh well, its the o and a level period now so being the considerate neighbour that i always am i shall not touch the drums =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's school tomorrow, which sucks, because i have to fish out all my exam papers in my now messy-again room, blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh =/ and then there's OP and CHINESE A levels.. when are we going to get back our promo results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shermaine and hee zhi can't wait to go out with 6.6 again. kbox outing soon yeah? or just a dinner =). don't know if a mass outing is going to work again? or just the few of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, can't wait to play my drums. lets hope school tomorrow will be fun and happy birthday weijun! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-7961766723318729856?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/7961766723318729856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5864105195733473791</id><published>2009-10-17T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:17:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/StnnwKxbkrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pTFejAEND10/s320/DSC00395.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393596843464299186" /&gt;promos are over, i think i said it before. lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, went out on wednesday with velda, raymond, jin, pork and leon. then they dunked me, i think there was a LOT of air time during the first throw? the last one almost made me fall ON THE FLOOR instead of into the pool if i didn't jump. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom saw and she got angry, so they stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out quite late to dhoby xchange and they surprised us with presents, as in, all the october babies. raymond got his WOW card, jin got his bag (which....he chose..), velda got a MATCHING pencil case LOL and a HUGE HUGE MR. HAPPY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;! and i got EGG CARTONS and A NERF GUN! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dicemonkey.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/nerf_recon_cf6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 447px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;yes, they got me a nerf gun. thanks everyone! (and for the sake of the tagboard, thank you JIN and LEON. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and teresa and luke, i didn't mean it! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/StnnxNX8bDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aF_MiuO9Ynw/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/StnnxNX8bDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aF_MiuO9Ynw/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393596861342575666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/StnnwiPwGxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AiRexGuqJCQ/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/StnnwiPwGxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AiRexGuqJCQ/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393596849765489426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shifted the drums into my room yesterday and tried playing. i played for less than 10 minutes, and then the guard came up telling me someone complained already. what retardedness -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess i should get a carpet and look for some soundproofing info soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went out with velda just now to novena square for dinner =DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well, thats all! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5864105195733473791?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5864105195733473791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5864105195733473791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5864105195733473791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5864105195733473791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5864105195733473791' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/StnnwKxbkrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pTFejAEND10/s72-c/DSC00395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-7182350689309671378</id><published>2009-10-12T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:08:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;-blow the candles, you're seventeen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;wheee finally! i had a great birthday yesterday, and of course on FRIDAY! won't ever forget friday. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;thanks everyone! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;anyway, minus 41 marks for maths, i think its the lowest so far. lets hope for an S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and mindchamps friends thank you for the surprise, i really didn't see it coming. LOL! and the cake! and the card! please tell me whose idea it was. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks dave for the shirt, it fits me just fine =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;aaand thank you for my parents for getting me my drumset! even though it wasn't on the birthday or intended to be my present, i'll just take it as it is. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks luke and teresa for THINKING about getting me a present! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically the list is too long lah, 6.6 peeps, sji peeps, cj peeps mc peeps everyone thank you all =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND THANK YOU &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;VELDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! YOU KNOW WHY! =DDD&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROMOS ENDING SOOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-7182350689309671378?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/7182350689309671378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=7182350689309671378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7182350689309671378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7182350689309671378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7182350689309671378' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-3728886403298448131</id><published>2009-10-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:24:52.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol i just remembered AGAIN that my birthday is this sunday, i keep forgetting -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hint hint? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, physics today was i don't know i think it was terrible, oh well. like what SOMEONE said, over is over =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again maths isn't going to bring me much hope. econs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-3728886403298448131?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/3728886403298448131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=3728886403298448131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3728886403298448131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3728886403298448131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3728886403298448131' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6765666044439071700</id><published>2009-10-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:04:41.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-bom bom cha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drums finally came in on saturday! the guy set it up with the original drum heads and the whole thing actually looked BIGGER than expected (problem number one). then after he set it up i "tried" to play it, so i hit the snare ONCE and the whole living room rattled, i looked at my dad and he looked at me and said "ni3 zi4 ji3 bao3 zhong4" &lt;which&gt;. (problem number two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but velda told me that her very musically talented neighbours play the drums and piano the whole day and they don't complain about it, so i guess it would be okay until my brother hit the snare again (the drums are now in his room) and his girlfriend said that it was loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so out of goodwill he helped me to switch to the muffled heads and cymbals =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was GP exam, it was kind of OKAY, i think.... don't know. overconfidence is NOT a good thing. but i thought it was OKAY, maybe because my mind was on maths and physics &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did question 11, the one about a singaporean heartbeat and then i came home and told Dawn and my brother about it and they shot down my points HA HAHA see thats what you get for B grade GP people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE quiz was GONE CASE HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to seek consultation from ms tay, which was fruitful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm going to find her on wednesday as well i dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study physics physics and more physics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6765666044439071700?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6765666044439071700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6765666044439071700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6765666044439071700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6765666044439071700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6765666044439071700' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5011307660527514026</id><published>2009-09-28T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:02:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-does it feel like you've never been alive inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying is taking the life out of me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still feel that i haven't studied enough! and the truth is that I HAVENT! BAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's progressing except you, howwwwwwww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5011307660527514026?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5011307660527514026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5011307660527514026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5011307660527514026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5011307660527514026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5011307660527514026' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4651224685245196774</id><published>2009-09-26T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:58:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-Nine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having night study yesterday, did hydro lectures 1 and 2. finally i understand it because the lecturer didn't make any sense (i have two hands and you throw a lot of balls at me, can i catch all the balls?) HUH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mok and ying zhang fell asleep because poor them they had only 1 hour max of sleep the day before because of PW written report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, PW should be scrapped because its just so unfair (like derek's case) when one member has the capability to screw everything up from being above expectations to be BELOW the word limit in just ONE night. ONE delete button ruins everything. and of course, ONE person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch, right? i feel the pain for all of the group members who were unfortunate enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during night study leon smsed me reminding me about the F1 race, and i was like "whoa, its here already? so fast?" one year really went by so fast huh, last year this time i was at night study as well, this year this time i am STILL at night study. the years go by but the things we do are still the same. trying to listen during lectures, giving up because we couldn't be bothered to try anymore, not understanding tutorials, turning to tuition, failing tests, panicking, chionging during the last month, thinking that you haven't done enough, go for night study....and leave everything EVERYTHING up to chance after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it changes next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after night study i went up to velda's house to pass her some chocolates that i "won" during physics remedial (the teacher practically gave everyone chocolates), and she gave me dumplings in return! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition today was CANCELLED 15 minutes before it started. ARGH. damnit. but at least it gave me time to do other things, concentrating too much on maths is gonna kill you when you already know that you can't do well in it because of the cycle stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go out for dinner with velda (smiles) later! =D. she's gonna end church soon so yayy we got more time together haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think someone suggested prawning after promos =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH OH OH OH OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mighty55.com/theresa/for_sale/drumkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://mighty55.com/theresa/for_sale/drumkit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3rd october! its small and tiny but i think that descriptions suits me just fine =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't wait to smash on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4651224685245196774?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4651224685245196774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4651224685245196774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4651224685245196774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4651224685245196774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4651224685245196774' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-3930618206462712832</id><published>2009-09-20T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:50:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SrYI4Le4HII/AAAAAAAAAKA/U2okBVPgX4o/s1600-h/9035_279817575306_613985306_8727619_5092148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SrYI4Le4HII/AAAAAAAAAKA/U2okBVPgX4o/s320/9035_279817575306_613985306_8727619_5092148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383500165815999618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is just amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-3930618206462712832?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/3930618206462712832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=3930618206462712832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3930618206462712832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3930618206462712832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3930618206462712832' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SrYI4Le4HII/AAAAAAAAAKA/U2okBVPgX4o/s72-c/9035_279817575306_613985306_8727619_5092148_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-706896332877523756</id><published>2009-09-19T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:20:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-Knockoff and relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon knocked off from work, while i knocked off from life. at least just during this two hours, where time stops (in a sense) and resume after that, meaning the hectic revision and praying that you get promoted and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the first part of my present from velda today! YAY!!!! HAHAHAHA! its just a pity that there's no more room in my bag and i had to return it to her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get it back though =D thanks &lt;3!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today mindchamps had its last lesson on confident communicator, and parents were invited but wth the activities were so boring i told my parents not to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so coincidental, i was talking to velda about (confidential) before physics remedial and mindchamps addressed the same (confidential) issue as well, so its like...emo ttm. when i was talking about it at MOS burger after that, doreen said that she could see the "sad" look in my face. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then samuel was singing apologise and drumming and everything AS USUAL! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted quite a bit with the mindchamps peeps, pity that the attendance list wasn't full, but oh well. when you go out with too many people, its hard to divide your attention among so many people, in the end there's no improvement in the friendship and everything stays at the same i-joke-you-joke-we-lepak kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes the same for everyone else, like for example the lunch at plaza sing with mok and co. suddenly there's so much more connection than i ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i don't think i've said it before but nevermind. i was chatting with leon on the phone one day and we were talking about friends, so i decided to list out all my circles of friends so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velda (because we got SO MUCH CONNECTION HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.6/6.5 (which is a miracle that we still keep in contact, really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe 6.6, then 6.5 people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;209 (which we rarely talk to each other now, which is a pity..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;423 (i still love you guys but i'm so sorry about the seoul garden buffet D=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindchamps (heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IG26 (or just the few of us who turned from friends to best friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T22 (which is SO much fun and comfortable to be around with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this most important thing, which is your family. ms ho talked about it, velda talked about it, gloria (if i'm not wrong) talked about it. and everything is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're still closer than all our friends after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and of course, there's you =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-706896332877523756?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/706896332877523756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=706896332877523756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/706896332877523756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/706896332877523756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#706896332877523756' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5437957901179357969</id><published>2009-09-15T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:33:02.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (mindchamps) say that there are two kinds of people in this world, people who are IN time and people who are THROUGH time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who are IN time tend to be late, give overdue work, don't bother if they're friends are late, don't chase people for deadlines, you know. (BUT ITS NOT THE SAME AS PROCRASTINATION) because when they do things, they give their 100% attention. they can talk to you on the phone until the next morning and continue on to the next night because they are giving you their 100% attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who are THROUGH time meet deadlines, are always early for meet ups and all, bascially people who seem to be on time all the way. but the bad thing is that they tend to rush through things, they don't immerse themselves in their work because what's on their mind is to meet the deadline and move on. but nonetheless, they still produce results because deadlines are deadlines. handing up late work won't give you your mark, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, who's the better person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i can say that i'm a IN time person plus 100% procrastination. that explains why i'm on the phone for 3 4 hours? but i'm tired, and i can't be bothered to type more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5437957901179357969?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5437957901179357969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5437957901179357969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5437957901179357969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5437957901179357969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5437957901179357969' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6881379065718321143</id><published>2009-09-12T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:47:11.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-you only see the world through the lenses that you wear-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindchamps today was...fruitful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know, sometimes we say things that hurt people without us knowing (quoted from doreen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its so true, sometimes you get pissed off, then you don't know what you're doing. all you want to do is to vent everything out, so you take it out on someone. usually this someone is someone close to you, it might even be someone you love. you take it out on that person and you make hurtful remarks because you're so aggressive and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like the story of the tempered boy and his nails plus hammer and the fence, everytime you throw a temper, its like hammering a nail into a fence, even if you apologise and take the nail off, the hole is still there. there's &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;you can do to fill up the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone can &lt;em&gt;forgive &lt;/em&gt;but can they &lt;em&gt;forget &lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then someone had this great sharing about Lenses. these are the ways that you see the world, it sort of changes your mindset really. like if you percieve someone as an irritating bastard who deserves to be slapped (ahem, tessa..) then really you will want to slap that irritating bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like what justin said, your parents are really the ones who have unconditional love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we take off these lenses, its when we begin to see that things aren't the way we think they are. things aren't so bad, people around us aren't so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like what eunice said, which i agree and i've been following this mindset since i don't know when. there are so so so so many people living around us in this world, maybe, just maybe, 80% of them are irritating and deserve to be slapped. do we expect all of these people to change? can we even do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one person that we can change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waits to increase the epic-level*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can only change ourselves, if we don't change ourselves, how are we going to make our lives better off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, something really STUPID happened to me after CC. while we were walking to the entertainment centre i was so excited to show the peeps about the gaming cafe with cheap rates. so when i saw the rock band controller i SLAMMED my hands on the glass panel and jumped up and down pointing at the guitar controller. then who knew THE COUNTER WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. SHIT! DAMN EMBARRASSING LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6881379065718321143?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6881379065718321143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6881379065718321143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6881379065718321143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6881379065718321143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6881379065718321143' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5340030574124025958</id><published>2009-09-09T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:48:37.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we run away, but what are we running from?</title><content type='html'>chatted with leon on the phone until 4am last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked about our OBS experiences, and i never knew an obs group could get itself into that much shit o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he told me that i need anger management courses. hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we talked about all our teachers, aaron, teh, kaur, gina, simon, beryl. all of them. i still remember the time when beryl sent me out just because i talked about her nationality. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we talked about what happens if i fail promos. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we talked about how to GET ME TO STUDY. which apparently i'm not motivated enough yet. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont wanna start a countdown to promos, its scary. ITS SCARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5340030574124025958?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5340030574124025958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5340030574124025958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5340030574124025958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5340030574124025958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5340030574124025958' title='we run away, but what are we running from?'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-978277016867432085</id><published>2009-09-08T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:09:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i am trying to read my geography notes, let me just type out a quick post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did project work today which i must say is quite productive. but then towards the end of the study session at around 5 something happened. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went downstairs to do GP with ian at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-978277016867432085?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/978277016867432085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=978277016867432085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/978277016867432085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/978277016867432085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#978277016867432085' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6784027386041107017</id><published>2009-09-05T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:09:19.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sucks when you can't upload pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for army open house today and they had this interesting bmi check. turns out my bmi was PES C standard. HAR HAR HAR HARHAR!!!! THIS IS GOOD NEWS! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i realised that dave keeps commenting about my size. no actually EVERYONE does! haha, people sometimes still ask me if i'm affected by it. oh, i remember, orientation! people said that they were surprised that i'm not affected when people ask me why i'm so thin and all. i guess its just because i've gotten used to it. its my body anyway and DAMNIT IT SUCKS WHEN YOU CANT UPLOAD PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging becomes so plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaainnnnnn without a phone too. imagine everyone trying to get to you and you can't get to them and they think you're daoing them or what. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its time to give up my life without a phone, especially since someone is missing me too much haha. but we get to talk ON thep hone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6784027386041107017?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6784027386041107017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6784027386041107017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6784027386041107017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6784027386041107017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6784027386041107017' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-763340612887154246</id><published>2009-09-03T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:34:29.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mindchamps, felt that it was a waste of time, hung out with the mindchamps people after that =)&lt;div&gt;went to espirit, saw this shirt that costs a hundred bucks, melissa, dave and joel said it looked okay on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't buy it in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after samuel's drum lesson we went to wermm.....ah yes, paradiz to hang out at this studio under the pretext that samuel was going to teach me and stef some drumming techniques!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end we just wasted more time, HAHA! can't upload pictures though.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home and did a little of PW before getting ready for school the next day. =o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teachers day eve! couldn't wait for school to end at 4, went to ntuc and toa payoh with velda to get her routine snacks XD. went home to change after that and met clemence, heeai and shermaine at toa payoh mrt. went to ion after that to get 20 seats at swensens, reduced to 12 after that =/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the outing was kinda.....................................................yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home at 11 plus, fell asleep without charging my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 9.30, cursed at my phone for not ringing the alarm. found that my phone was DEAD. couldn't turn it on, took out battery and tried again, still couldn't on. figured that it could be that the battery was totally flat, or maybe it dropped to the floor while vibrating, so i plugged it in, then the RED LIGHT OF DEATH showed up at the back of the phone. =O&lt;br /&gt;NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit, why TODAY OF ALL DAYS MUST MY PHONE BE SPOILT. imagine all the 423 peeps trying to call me, imagine luke and teresa trying to call me to wake me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after velda came down to assess the damage done to my phone, we decided to go to bishan for lunch/repair the damn thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid SE, as luke puts it, i bet they set all phones to spoil after a certain number of days because TERESA WHO BOUGHT HER PHONE ON THE SAME MONTH AS ME GOT HER PHONE SPOILT TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to espirit AGAIN, tried on the SAME shirt, luke, teresa, velda said it was too big. =o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day to school without a phone, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddd =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to use a damn payphone to call mok after my drum lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't call velda to ask her where she was after the WiE thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fell sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-763340612887154246?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/763340612887154246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=763340612887154246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/763340612887154246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/763340612887154246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#763340612887154246' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5915176598702235471</id><published>2009-09-03T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:31:42.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you watch two balloons fly up into the air, tied together, never seperating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you wonder if all that you have done was worthwhile, or if all those "thankyou"s were just hollow words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you feel like giving up, but something tells you to press on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you want to press on, but other issues make you give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you fall sick, unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;someone really doubted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you have to make choices between two equally difficult situations, and you stand up for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;you really think that everything was WORTHWHILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;every. single. thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5915176598702235471?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5915176598702235471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5915176598702235471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5915176598702235471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5915176598702235471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5915176598702235471' title='...sometimes'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5537235047921167201</id><published>2009-08-26T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:45:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since its one am, i shall not talk a lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night study has been shitty today, didn't do much. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and night study is giving me another BAD routine. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, bb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5537235047921167201?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5537235047921167201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5537235047921167201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5537235047921167201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5537235047921167201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5537235047921167201' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8646700145311609003</id><published>2009-08-24T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:36:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, can you still hide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my leg hurts like SHIT. ARGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phototaking tomorrow, and because i threw away the spray/wax in my toilet, i got nothing to wax my fringe/bangs up. yes, i have bloody bangs because of the stupid incident on thursday. still can't get over it. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least, someone got her wish. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, lets just go BACKWARDS, don't you think that its fun to look at things from the last to the first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday aka TODAY, or yesterday since its 12.07 now. went for mindchamps, was pretty darn boring because of the "be a trainer day" thing, damn sian, couldn't stand it so i started drawing the Mr. Bean beanie thingy on my sketchpad. when it was our turn i don't know whether we did a good job, but i guess melissa saved my ass a couple of times. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end we got the first placing. XD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, then during lesson i found XXXXXXX pretty darn irritating as well, i guess YYYYY and ZZZZZZZZ agree with me, yeah yeah? (those Xs and Ys and Zs are NOT typed according to the number of letters in the names yeah, don't bother guessing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, XXXXX is damn irritating, but i shall follow what mel said, no point getting pissed off over such things that don't harm me in any way. i'm just harming myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going back to saturday, went to my grandma's house for steamboat and cake because it was my 4 year old cousin's birthday. is he 4 or 5 years old now, i dunno &gt;&lt;. had LOTS and LOTS of food, but the strawberry fizz tasted like cough medicine o.o and the pigs liver wasn't cooked properly. then after that i played with my cousin and helped him to build his train track set. then his sister was SO CUTE! the moment i picked up one track, she came up to me and said, "gor gor de...ni2 bu4 ke2 yi3 na2..." then she just took the train set and walked over to the other end of the living room and "hid" it behind her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i picked up another track, then she came up to me and DID THE EXACT SAME THING! LOL! so adorable! so me being me i couldn't give up on the tracks, so when she was pre-occupied with other things i just helped my cousin finish his track thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that they went into their room to check out my brother who was sleeping on their bed because he was so worn out from camp, then i went in to sms and slack off also while those outside were watching Ms Hong Kong 2009 (the girls were hideous). then that little girl AGAIN took her brother's bolster from me because i used it as a pillow. so i told her "but your brother lent me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently she didn't understand, so i asked the brother whether he could lend me, then he said yes and that made her give up. so she started sitting on me and the brother was playing with my phone and sliding it up and down and laughing everytime it lit up and the "locked" sign came on. so adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after that we cut the cake....red bean and green tea cake, eww. came home with a bad stomach. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the toddlers seemed to like it so much o.o. maybe they didn't know what it was made of, just that because it was a cake it must have tasted nice to them. birthdays were always fun for everyone when they were young, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, during confident communicator on friday, the trainer, eunice, talked about masks. then i was immediately reminded of that mask picture that i drew some time back. "you can't hide behind what you don't know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she talked about the many masks and the main reason why we wear masks, its because we are afraid, that our strengths will not be recognised, we doubt them, and it hurts our mindset, which forces us to wear this fake bullshit in order to hide our fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think, everyone has done that before, right? i'm sure i did, but oh well, its just NORMAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, what if you don't know what you're hiding behind? what if you're so afraid, when you fear that someone might see through your mask? do you wear another one? and then another, and another, and another until you truly do NOT know what you're hiding behind? until you've totally let go, or lost, and didn't bother finding back your true self? Eunice took five years to take that mask of hers off, what if some people never did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you still continue hiding? or will your masks just slowly melt away, revealing all of your insecurities, leaving you feeling bare and AFRAID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like what leon said, "when you tell a lie, you would try to cover it up with another lie, and then another and another until you don't know what you're trying to cover up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i say, if you find that your masks are melting away (like what i drew, a wax mask melting away), let them. because most likely, those masks made of wax are being warmed by the care and love of those around you, those that truly care for you. open up to them, let them melt(sounds weird, but nevermind, its 12.23 and i'm not thinking straight), let them melt your masks down until they reveal your true self. thats when you've opened up to them, thats when you find that you're truly being accepted by those who truly love you. you might break down in tears at times, your eyes might be wide open with shock, at how swiftly this person is able to see through your masks, but ultimately, you do know that this person has spent so much time and effort in trying to get rid of those things, and you're grateful for that. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try to post it up once blogger is done with its nonsense, i think its meaningful to post it up again, just so that everyone sees it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i think that what i've typed doesn't make any sense, because that wasn't what eunice told us. but oh dang, since when did i listen in class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, gonna go sleep. nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8646700145311609003?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8646700145311609003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8646700145311609003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8646700145311609003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8646700145311609003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8646700145311609003' title='so, can you still hide?'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8164755585008778584</id><published>2009-08-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:53:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la le lu lu lu lu lu lu lu blehhh</title><content type='html'>friday! yay yay yay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school was so so lah, totally slack and stuff, after that we went for astro which we had to do water rockets (geeky LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, all i can remember now is what happened after that. something really BAD happened to velda &gt;&lt;. went to subway after that to eat dinner and like, chit chat while under the stalking eyes of tessa HAHAH JKJK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to CONFIDENT COMMUNICATOR AKA MINDCHAMPS SHIT with a trainer that looked really pissed off when i had to answer a call -.-. i think it was from swee lee (OMG DRUMSDRUMSDRUMS) but when i called back nobody answered, after that i called it during the break and i think MINDCHAMPS answered. =o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then during the 6 to 9 i was REALLY bored out of my skull....seriously =/. but after lesson we chit chatted abit and samuel suggested that we three (stepfanie me and him) should go jamming on sunday =o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see how yeah? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROMOS ARE COMING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8164755585008778584?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8164755585008778584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8164755585008778584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8164755585008778584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8164755585008778584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8164755585008778584' title='la le lu lu lu lu lu lu lu blehhh'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1974370259679153234</id><published>2009-08-19T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:32:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Seven Becomes Ten</title><content type='html'>night study seems to be much more productive than staying at home and slacking off. and it helps me SLEEP EARLY (which is what i need because i don't wanna faint in assembly again) once i get home because i feel accomplished =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see a lot of SJI peeps going for night study which i guess it helps to maintain the friendship that we shared in SJI =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda glad for it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, its gonna get me reallllly exhausted, the schedule now is gonna become the same as pre-O level period already, which is tiring D=. and i don't get to spend much time with velda =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( =( =( =( =( =( =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after promos, =D. cus i NEED to get promoted, damn scared i tell you, damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, lunch with luke teresa and velda on teachers day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project work towday was fucked up because Ho shot down all our ideas, now we have to continue thinking about new ones. gah. why didn't MOE SCRAP IT THIS YEAR INSTEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mok asked me on what i was going to blog about when i told him that i was gonna blog, and i was seriously clueless about what i was going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my life becoming so mundane and boring, repetitive? nope. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cus i have.......HEHEHEHEHEHE XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, played yellow by coldplay for drums today, start slow ya? not going to get my drums until october anyway, after promos mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that I. HATE. HAIR. CHECKS. Har told me yesterday that my fringe was getting long, somemore still dare to ask me "got cut anottttttt?" when I CHOPPED MY HAIR OFF IN FRONT OF THE PE OFFICE. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john, i hope you understand my pain now. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: night study today was with sly, shanjin and ian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1974370259679153234?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1974370259679153234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1974370259679153234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1974370259679153234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1974370259679153234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1974370259679153234' title='When Seven Becomes Ten'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4120895048061498978</id><published>2009-08-19T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:25:38.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven to Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4120895048061498978?l=ohmygawditsablawg.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-3899804695215734163.post-3786396435000460915</id><published>2009-08-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:13:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words said unintentionally hurt the most</title><content type='html'>so watch what you say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-3786396435000460915?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/3786396435000460915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=3786396435000460915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3786396435000460915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3786396435000460915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3786396435000460915' title='words said unintentionally hurt the most'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8581903821797615942</id><published>2009-08-16T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:54:37.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/leEoglhCuOQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/leEoglhCuOQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest dear dear dearie doo has a blog! hahaha! let's see how long she can keep it alive =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL DAMN SLACK THIS WEEKEND. this is REALLY BAD SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to topic, today's mindchamps was really really slack. didn't learn anything, just talked cock with the Classics and got a few points here and there for coming up to draw stuff. david is being an asshole by trying to put me and tessa together. WTH! like that's gonna happen, i already have my dearest dear dear dearie doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bubble tea, mcflurry and half a sausage mcmuffin from melissa for 2nd breakfast (burger king was 1st breakfast) during the break, slacked more, then watched joel dance in front of the class, that guy's smooth man. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad made udon for lunch. yum :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to do a little work, couldn't get things done, so i went up to velda's place to help her with her WR, ended up doing her blog instead -.-. UNPRODUCTIVE. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner, this place called bottletree.com.sg at sembawang i THINK. its beside the beach =DDDD, rained REALLY HEAVILY while we were eating chili tomato crab, couldn't hear each other talking &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go to school tomorrow, but at least its the even week timetable, not as bad as the odd week one, odd weeks SUCK. THEY SUCK BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEEK SUCKED AS WELL. PARTICULARLY THURSDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8581903821797615942?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8581903821797615942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8581903821797615942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8581903821797615942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8581903821797615942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8581903821797615942' title='hello'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8344732268816529683</id><published>2009-08-15T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:47:34.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snip,snip,chop</title><content type='html'>hair checks are fking irritating -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought my hair was long, so i went to cut it after national day celebrations on friday, went to the auntie and told her to cut SHORTER somemore. then my hair turned out to be REALLY short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not short enough for jeffery har apparently -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got CAUGHT FOR MY LONG BACK, SIDEBURNS AND FRINGE on wednesday. along with 3/4 of the boys in class, only francis, yingzhang, dom and justin escaped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to school the next day and borrowed wei pings scissors to cut my back since i felt that that was the only thing that was needed to cut, snipped off about 3/4cm? went to see jeffery har again with raymond and osel and still failed the hair check -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun-da-nam shouted at us(weijun, joel, derek, raymond, osel and me) for wasting his time because he "doesn't fancy doing things like hair checks" and gave us 1 hour to cut our hair at 10am. so we went to toa payoh to cut. went back to the same shop that i cut-ted on friday and told the auntie "i got caught -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she gave me a free trim on the sides because san-da-nam said that my sides were "untidy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back, STILL FAILED HAIRCHECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got scolded even more, had to read out the paragraph on "no spiky, outlawish etc etc hair. sideburns must be above mid-ear, fringe below eyebrow is not allowed" in the diary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we got the worst form of public embarrassment by cutting our hair with a pair of scissors in front of the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid, stupid, stupid. and to think that i never got caught for hair of this (referring to the length before i chopped EVERYTHING) before in sji or cj until jeffery har caught us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm fking blacklisted by sun-da-nam. which means that the next time he catches me it'll be soooooooooo much worse, i'm sure derek doesn't want that to happen to him. i feel like smashing something in his face right now. the thought of what i was forced to do on thursday MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL. it's totally redundant i swear, you don't have to stand in front of the canteen to CUT YOUR HAIR WITHOUT A MIRROR, you don't have to make sure ALL THE HAIR DOESNT FALL ON THE GRASS and its unfair that YOU GOT ONLY 1 DAY TO CUT YOUR HAIR WHEN STUDENT COUNCILLORS THAT DIDNT EVEN TRY TO CUT WERE GIVEN ONE WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a waste of time. a bloody waste of time. even the auntie at the shop told me "how come your school so strict? i see other students from RIJC or HCJC and they're hair is so much longer than all of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think we missed two lectures doing it. and oh, here's the best part. guess what this geog lecturer said when we walked into her lecture 10 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why are you all so late?" -with the irritating accent-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silence-, so i said "we got sent out to cut our hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gives the o.o face, clearly she doesn't know what the PE dept does- "so you got sent out to cut your hair? by who?" -with the irritating accent-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mr sun-da-nam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-turns to face the students- "so he says that he got sent out to cut his hair thats why he's late. is that a valid reasonnn~?" -irritating accent-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecture hall, in unison: "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shocked- "so in your case, you all may think that its a valid reason. however it is not for my case because this is my lesson. so it is YOUR responsibility to keep YOUR hair short so that you don't get caught for hair and thus come late for MY lecture. is that clear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8344732268816529683?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8344732268816529683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8344732268816529683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8344732268816529683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8344732268816529683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8344732268816529683' title='snip,snip,chop'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6202413027811636177</id><published>2009-08-08T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:14:06.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october</title><content type='html'>sweelee called some time ago, they told me that the rhythm travellers are coming in in OCTOBER which is also known as prelims month which is also known as my birthday month =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so obviously i wouldn't be able to get that as a birthday present. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway because i fell sick (yes, i passed my cough/fever to dom who in turn passed it back to me. so much for the arranged seating plan in lectures, we'll just keep passing it to each other back and forth huh. -.-) i was sitting in front of the TV switching between MTV, channel V, AXN, and all those entertainment channels. got hooked on this song called "dont forget" by demi lovato (or is it lavato, or levato) then i realised that i had heard it somewhere, turns out it was on melissa's ipod which i played during mindchamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, gaybo went to cut his hair too. and i went to cut mine as well and now it looks like shit =(. i think my back is SLIGHTLY longer than the rest. oh well, at least i won't be having to avoid jeksuan all the time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Q's starting to miss my spiky hair too. haha. its back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and teresa's making fun of me again. AGAIN! GAH I HATE YOUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, she told me to organise another "bestie" outing. then i realised that everytime we go out LUKE ALWAYS SUAN ME! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK LAH! RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, realised that i haven't been going out very often lately. is it a good thing or a bad thing? hopefully its a good thing because if i don't go out it means that i'm at home studying. i hope. i tend to forget things easily doodeedoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa pierced her i-don't-know-what it is and i have no intention to find out either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ying zhang is now the sex/great king of all, so remember to bow down and chant "all hail yingzhang" when you see him walking down the corridor with his millions of escorts okay. velda should post the pictures of the class worshipping him =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfMlGbNYF_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfMlGbNYF_0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i posted this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you try to learn a lesson but you can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, we've been chosen for ASTRO committee, no joke. the first time i heard about it i was like WTF i thought i was in a slack cca? then the next second i thought, since i'm already in it, why not put some effort into it? why waste this chance? yeah people may say that astro is slack (i think its slack too) and no-life but hey they're not the ones in the cca, why should i "heck care" because they think astro is "heck care"? just like how Q got so into nexus, i think i should get into astro too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, its demi lovato. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6202413027811636177?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6202413027811636177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6202413027811636177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6202413027811636177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6202413027811636177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6202413027811636177' title='october'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1297256514235063285</id><published>2009-08-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:30:05.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ian bought a printer, he brought it home to set it up. he plugged in the wires and installed the software. when he wanted to test the printer, he opened the paper feed slot. then he stoned, he lugged the printer all the way home but forgot to buy printing paper. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw this quote (i think she wrote it) on velda's diary (can't remember where) a long time ago, i think in march or april, it read: the sand that slips through my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked her: what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that when we grip sand in our palm tighter, it flows out through our fingers faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1297256514235063285?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1297256514235063285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-3899804695215734163.post-5167588710976834730</id><published>2009-08-01T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:36:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind Blows - All American Rejects</title><content type='html'>woke up today at around 8 plus plus. did a little maths/physics before going to MOS burger for lunch with my brother. came back, had tuition on maths/physics. now i'm clear about forces =D, all i need is practice i guess. completed maths differentiations too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checklist for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;maths parametrics, inequalities, SLE&lt;br /&gt;econs test on PC&lt;br /&gt;GP homework on readings&lt;br /&gt;EOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for velda's church bridging event, was a little apprehensive at first but i guess i had fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 11.36pm: got something to post, gonna write it out in bed then copy it down here so it'll be stored safely on the internet as quoted by hee ai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5167588710976834730?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5167588710976834730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5167588710976834730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5167588710976834730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5167588710976834730'/><link rel='alternate' 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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-3899804695215734163.post-6795128474717374132</id><published>2009-07-20T23:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:21:05.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does love make you sad?'/><title type='text'>sometimes you wish you could just let it all out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;its funny how a simple nickname, a simple question, a simple gesture, a simple look in the eyes, a simple sentence, a simple message, can make my mind go crazy with tons of possibilities, so much so i could go crazy, just trying to find out what's going on in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;nope, i can't read &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;can't read mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but something is keeping us from falling apart, and i'm &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt; for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't have to be a mind reader to know what the other person is thinking about, sometimes you wish it might be easier, sometimes you wish you could have tried harder. i hope i'm trying. i don't know if i am, i don't know if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know that i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes you wish you could just let it all out, but you hold back for reasons unknown, its not because of a lack of trust, maybe its that something that's keeping us from falling apart, maybe that something is keeping me from letting it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;then you think, whats there to let out? you can't think of anything to say, you don't know what's wrong with your life, because there simply isn't anything wrong with you life. but when &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;strike that spot in that heart and the whole thing just melts, everything seems to just flow out (omg sick) but i got to hold it back, keep it inside. because what comes out wouldn't be coherent, it wouldn't even make sense. when i piece everything together, everything seems fine again, like, what is wrong? nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6795128474717374132?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6795128474717374132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6795128474717374132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6795128474717374132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6795128474717374132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6795128474717374132' title='sometimes you wish you could just let it all out'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-7543142909749652274</id><published>2009-07-19T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:55:17.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>today i went for mindchamps and i think its getting better and better. went out with tessa and melissa for lunch at swensens and melissa (stares) kept going on and on about her ghost stories wth -.-.-..---.-.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, wasn't feeling quite well during mindchamps, maybe its cus the aircon i thought i was falling sick, headache and stuff, was feeling not-alright the night before already. so after lunch because velda told me about her jagabee i went to ntuc to find, but couldn't find, so i went to the cheers beside ntuc, but still can't find. so i went to the cheers inside the interchange and yay! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna make notes for econs later and do the umm umm MATHS tutorial tomorrow. yep yep yep. must set goals and achieve them =DDD after reading Q's blog, i feel so much more revived. WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, leon just smsed me asking to borrow A HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE BUCKS and without even thinking i just replied no so now he's like whining and whining -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think i need a new blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have to hang the clothes and fold the clothes and velda is having a terrible backache &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, listen to audience of one by rise against. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit: 10:53pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velda got salonpas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't finish my econs notes. D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-7543142909749652274?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/7543142909749652274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=7543142909749652274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7543142909749652274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7543142909749652274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7543142909749652274' title='HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6499967533276905120</id><published>2009-07-17T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:56:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my cough is killing me, i'm gonna dieee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughed like some mad dog during maths lecture, couldn't stop coughing and i coughed until my face turned red and i was sweating like crazy. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penguin.com.au/covers-jpg/9781846462900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.penguin.com.au/covers-jpg/9781846462900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging on my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and velda has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penguin.com.au/covers-jpg/9781846462726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.penguin.com.au/covers-jpg/9781846462726.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging on her phone, her pouch AND on a bookmark in her diary. ownage XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, azriel has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penguin.com.au/covers-jpg/9781846462252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.penguin.com.au/covers-jpg/9781846462252.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should call it mr. screamer or something since he keeps screaming the same YOU. WILL. NOT. DIE! and UAARRRHHH..UAARRHHHHHH... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i'm kinda looking forward to sunday, mindchamps. o.o not the things taught but the people there i guess. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6499967533276905120?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6499967533276905120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6499967533276905120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6499967533276905120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6499967533276905120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#6499967533276905120' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4663175933675128761</id><published>2009-07-16T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:15:19.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you fall</title><content type='html'>got back results today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U for physics&lt;br /&gt;U for maths&lt;br /&gt;E for econs&lt;br /&gt;D for GP&lt;br /&gt;D for geog&lt;br /&gt;C for chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or thats so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats like, bad lah. physics and maths U are expected since neither of them have been of interest to me. i dunno why i'm taking these two as H2's anyway, maybe because science courses have more choices when you go to uni, or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since i'm already here, might as well try to do something to get myself out of this mess, this BAD mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM is coming up and i got to let my parents know my results anyhow, don't think they'll be surprised to hear a U for those two subjects, but nonetheless disappointed. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to get started on my work as well....i think i'll be sleeping late tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had enough of this bullshit for 4 years already, time to be satisfied for ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you fall down, you got to keep on trying to get up no matter how hard it is because you can't continue walking until you do so. &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' 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fall'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1850835456912394628</id><published>2009-07-15T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:29:35.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people falling all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i fall too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;[edit 11.23pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, had drums today, he gave me this song called September to play which was pretty okay for me, could count the time =). told me about how to play the hi hat so you get the feel and make it sound more "human" (&lt;em&gt;are we huuuman...or are we dancerrrr&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so yep, called sweelee and they said that stock normally comes in around 2 months, been waiting for more than a month now, lets hope i get my rhythm travelers so i can practice yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, since i'm on the topic of my (sucky) drumming, i just realised that i actually liked the idea of drumming since sec 2, when i followed my brother to take a look at his guitar lessons, i saw the drumset and seriously i thought it looked damn COOL, like to be behind it playing. so i went for some kind of introductory lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then when i sat behind the drumset, suddenly it looked intimidating, like, so many drums, so many cymbals. i was suddenly afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i backed out, mom said that i didn't have space for a drumset anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so three years later, after i bought GHWT and fell in love with that fake drumset, i decided to get a real one, like, take up real lessons and not some fake nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah, i was still thinking of where to put the drums and everything when suddenly raymond pork and jin and leon wanted to take up guitar lessons (which leon moved over to drums as well) so i thought why not just follow them and sign up at the same time? there was NYAA to complete anyway, it wasn't a bad idea to sign up with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so here i am. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1850835456912394628?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1850835456912394628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1850835456912394628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1850835456912394628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1850835456912394628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1850835456912394628' title='=/'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-223254794399228680</id><published>2009-07-14T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:04:36.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the world is on your head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/Slx_06J4lqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/71trK_aRrwc/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358298203604686498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/Slx_06J4lqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/71trK_aRrwc/s320/DSC00220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was listening to A Lot Like Me by the Offspring and this line caught my.....imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was actually "when the world is on my head." but My seems too emo so Your it shall be =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, since it caught my imagination i decided to put it down so i just started flinging my pencil around the back of the foolscap at 12 midnight for around 5 minutes i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep, didn't bother editing or changing it, just liking the way it is right now and I KNOW THE WORLD DOESNT LOOK LIKE A WORLD (looks like a stone as said by jonathan) but you all get the meaning yayaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, chinese oral for A levels is OVER and to YOU: don't be so sad alright?!? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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head'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/Slx_06J4lqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/71trK_aRrwc/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8933030174314019436</id><published>2009-07-11T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:59:04.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diam!</title><content type='html'>my saturday life has been officially changed, instead of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up 8&lt;br /&gt;leave house at 10.30/10.40&lt;br /&gt;go to physics tuition at 11&lt;br /&gt;finish tuition at 1, meet jin/ray/pork for lunch&lt;br /&gt;stone from 2 to 3 while they have their guitar lessons&lt;br /&gt;stone more until 5&lt;br /&gt;go for maths tuition at 5.30&lt;br /&gt;go for dinner at 7.30&lt;br /&gt;reach home at 10 plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up 10&lt;br /&gt;eat breakfast, do homework, slack around&lt;br /&gt;physics tuition (private tutor who's good =D) at 2 to 4&lt;br /&gt;leave house 4.30/5&lt;br /&gt;reach maths tuition&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much more productive now! at least i can wake up late, do homework/revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMOS FTW! i must be motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today went by really well. after tuition i chionged for maths tuition (sorry jin) and after maths i met raymond at dhoby to go to SJI to crash the AP =D, could have taken the bus but i dunno why we took the mrt...but i think it was a good choice in the end =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at orchard, i called Q, he told me that the part is going to PLAZA SING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep, we alighted at orchard, cursed and swore and took the mrt back to dhoby. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted more time waiting sitting by the ledge at the bus stop outside dhoby ghaut mrt for an HOUR or more looking at the cars go by, and trying to name them but failing terribly lol. then raymond resorted to meowing at the people walking past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw joshua and luke and gang while waiting. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part finally came and then they didn't notice us at all, so we pretended to be passer bys and then while we walked past them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eh YICHIN!&lt;br /&gt;-eh posers! posers! EH POSERS!&lt;br /&gt;-wa dao la! OKAY LAH!&lt;br /&gt;-EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we practically caused a road block everywhere we went, imagine like 25 people walking slowly. then when we stopped outside KFC to discuss what to eat we blocked the WHOLE entrance. like wth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone dabaoed fast food and went to the atrium to eat/talk. the part didn't change lah really, haha, same old cadets. even though their specs its hard to believe, like, they're still sec 1/2s in my eyes. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course, i treated them like sec 1 and 2s. they still behaved like sec 1s and 2s! i think i reverted to a sec 3 / 4 back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally when things blew up like people throwing ice at each other and chasing around (tsktsk, CSM somemore), we decided to pack up and leave, and the guard came to chase us off. so after a quick picture which i'm dying to get from Q we went off. walked home with Q and talked like never before, as in, we always talked while walking home and sending him to the traffic light and stuff during sec 4 while studying for mid years i think and didn't do that anymore once we were in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, all those memories come back to you again huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8933030174314019436?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8933030174314019436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8933030174314019436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8933030174314019436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8933030174314019436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8933030174314019436' title='diam!'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-977395662726832424</id><published>2009-07-10T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:06:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three words</title><content type='html'>can be truly heartwarming, and the world doesn't seem to matter anymore, not like i've seen the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW's fine i guess, kinda on track, going to have the interview soon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has started and i need to buck up! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbyeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-977395662726832424?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/977395662726832424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=977395662726832424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/977395662726832424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/977395662726832424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#977395662726832424' title='three words'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8782977418938105603</id><published>2009-07-04T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:38:02.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one, twenty one guns</title><content type='html'>i'm sick, so i stayed at home today. and whoa was is relaxing =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8plus, then realised that i was feverish and all so i told my mom and she told me to stay home because of the H1N1 and all. and my cough is terrible. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had the time to watch MTV with my brother and also find out what my family does on saturdays because i'm out from 10am to 10pm something like that.so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on MTV i saw THIS song by green day which is AMAZING YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/foqxQmQA4SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/foqxQmQA4SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;omg HD is huge&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so we watched MTV and my mom was complaining about how (random: thunder's rolling outside) society, america's society in particular, (random2: oh, its not thunder, they're fireworks) has degraded itself with all the women dressed in so little clothes with music videos that don't make sense such as paparazzi by lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went to long house for lunch, and went to NTUC and i got ben and jerry's strawberry cheesecake ice cream yay! (oh, remembered how i just turned back and shouted STRAWBERRY! at jin and leon when velda wanted to eat ben and jerry's, then i forgot what came after strawberry. lol XD. then mary who was walking beside me got totally shocked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen rui was smsing me about how awesome and hot megan fox was on transformers. and OH, during transformers yesterday when megan came out velda literally "shouted" by cinema standards about how hot and perfect she was. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hee zhi was smsing me about whether we should go for a kbox session so i asked jason, but the guy hasn't given me a definite answer yet so i'll just hold it off for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back i saw hee ai so i smsed her and she told me that she's going to see the AYG table tennis matches. so supportive and enthu about table tennis la really haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i came back and slacked off, resting and taking medicine and drinking lots of water while looking at facebook and stuff haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i wondered why the day passed so slowly. must i really do things to keep myself occupied. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going to do project work tomorrow. lets hope we're able to finish everything up on time. &gt;&lt;.. seems like an immpossible task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to go out with 6.6 soon, just that i have to organise it. LOL! jason! i want an answer! naow! or i FIREMALAZER BLARHAHAHAHGHGHGHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8782977418938105603?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8782977418938105603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8782977418938105603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8782977418938105603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8782977418938105603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8782977418938105603' title='one, twenty one guns'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4107202867387030552</id><published>2009-07-03T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:32:41.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*pew pew pew pew!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ugh!" *rolls and reloads*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pew pew pew pew blaoaoaaaarrgg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got pillared by jin and leon today and ITS NOT FUNNY ASSHOLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got into a robot fight with velda cus she kept going pewpewpew~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or was that two fights, or three. or FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, six point six wants another outing! hee zhi wants kbox, shermaine wants flyer, hee ai wants to come to my house for guitar hero basketball table tennis badminton hangout haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to ask EVERYONE in 6.6....yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4107202867387030552?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4107202867387030552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4107202867387030552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4107202867387030552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4107202867387030552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4107202867387030552' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-9197104403483049456</id><published>2009-07-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:04:41.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yichin?! says (8:53 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*blarggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;*mindchamps this sunday!&lt;br /&gt;yichin?! says (8:54 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*NO DRUMS YET&lt;br /&gt;| Leon  | says (8:54 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*^^&lt;br /&gt;*gratz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FIREMALAZER AT JOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-9197104403483049456?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/9197104403483049456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=9197104403483049456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/9197104403483049456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/9197104403483049456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#9197104403483049456' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4552009502117963260</id><published>2009-07-01T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:42:25.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I roll over when it's over</title><content type='html'>gah, idiots(no y), i'm not emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was i ever emo. LOL! yeah come to think of it, i was never emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway exams are over, unofficially, since there's still chinese. but who cares. to all those with chem tomorrow, HAH! HAH HAH HAH! looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosers =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah just just joking =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minus 60 marks for maths for not doing, seriously didn't know how to do the APGP MI RR all those, only knew how to do functions, transformations and conics. I SWEAR i'm a visual person, how to see all those stupid sequences! HTEY DONT MAKE SENSE RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I FIRE MA LAZER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE. MA. LAZER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSVNbxjdvv8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSVNbxjdvv8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4552009502117963260?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4552009502117963260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4552009502117963260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4552009502117963260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4552009502117963260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4552009502117963260' title='If I roll over when it&apos;s over'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5139695763070228643</id><published>2009-06-27T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:40:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home today, felt like being a nice guy and went to the letterbox. but then i saw this letter with "mindchamps" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reminded me that lessons are going to start on the 5th of july. AND, its 9.30 to 1pm EVERY SUNDAY, and some days on its a FULL DAY, and some Fridays its from 6 to 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm going to so fking die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it ends at NOVEMBER! gAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part? my mom's side of the deal isn't even here yet, stupid swee lee haven't got their travelers imported in. GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5139695763070228643?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5139695763070228643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5139695763070228643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5139695763070228643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5139695763070228643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5139695763070228643' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1553404671407935518</id><published>2009-06-26T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:08:38.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things happen, they just happen! you can't stop them until its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like cutting your hair on friday with gabriel because you're JUST OUTSIDE the barber and someone is willing to cut with you, and you realised that you looked like shit with your ugly long hair the day before when someone snapped tonnes of pictures of you. then at the same time you feel so bad because that would mean that you would abandon your two friends who are going to cut their hair on saturday and asked you along. then you realise that you three never actually agreed on a date because halfway while discussing one of your friends starts talking nonsense and the whole gang follows. so is it still pangsehing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then really pangsehing your friend for watching a movie when you agreed to watch with him/them. but you really want to make it up,  by watching with them AGAIN. and then also because you didn't get to watch it with that special someone in your life so you want to re-watch the whole thing just to be with that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time you had a whale of a good time with people that you almost spent your childhood with, maybe two or three of them were really with you since you were six years old. but the rest of them were with you since you were ten! its people like these that you don't want to forget when you all grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, coming home realising that you're so screwed for school life, you don't even want it to start, but it will start, you can't stop it. so you spend the rest of the day emoing in a corner about why you have to study. but as your parents say, no study = no future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then those late night calls that you have with your good buddies that seem to go nowhere but nonetheless make your day even though they last until 2 or 3, but it still makes your day, or your morning go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though you will never get the chance to make those late night calls with your "significant other half" - (quote from shanjin), because the night is reserved for those buddies that you have, you know that you've been spending the whole day talking to that person, and in the end, before you go to sleep, you smile to yourself and say "tomorrow's going to be great, and the day after, and the day after, because you'll be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you blush inwardly at how mushy it is, but when you start to think about it, it makes so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes calls with people don't always go well because you get the information that you totally didn't want to hear and it really stops you from saying anything, but you push yourself to go on and after that 5 seconds or 5 minutes you start to accept reality, and move on, accepting the fact, but knowing that you can't do anything about it, and just wish for that friendship to continue. if it doesn't, accept it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also knowing that your drumsets have not been shipped to singapore yet and you wonder when in the world they will come in becuase you want to bang on them so much, then you start considering whether you want to get electronic drums or not, but the whole idea of having electronic drums is stupid. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you also realise that some people can be a ********* ***** at times, breaking someone's heart twice, and that some people can be a ******* at times too to screw it up one way or another. but knowing that you did your best, he did his best, and you all talked until 5 in the morning only to be rung up again after 5 minutes, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you hangout with the first few people that you meet during the first day of school, having such a great time with them it gets you high like never before, and you're so glad that you met them instead of other people, and you are really thankful for the person who organised all these outings, making sure you stick together with them. and hoping that the friendship will last as long as your primary school mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you think "why can't all my friends know each other, form one great social circle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at the end of it all, which is basically the whole of june, you realise so many things, and these are just a little of it. not to mention all the saturdays outside, waiting for that special someone, walking with her, holding her and everything. it all comes together, good or bad, they still fit together to form one thing, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1553404671407935518?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1553404671407935518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1553404671407935518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1553404671407935518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1553404671407935518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1553404671407935518' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-3283102719154825814</id><published>2009-06-25T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:34:08.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am optimus prime</title><content type='html'>i send this message to all surviving autobots AHHHHH~~~~ *poked by megatron in the stomach and pew! he's ded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transformers was damn nice =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-3283102719154825814?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/3283102719154825814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=3283102719154825814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3283102719154825814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/3283102719154825814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3283102719154825814' title='i am optimus prime'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8754218484062896788</id><published>2009-06-23T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:49:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so because those two people at the side have been talking about me dying again, i think i should show the world that im not dead. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last two weeks of holidays should be labelled as the hanging out with old friends day. namely IG26 and 6.6 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast with what's left of IG26 (i think we're the only ig that hangs out? other than ig 14 haha) and had a lot of fun, they make me high. i swear. they make me high. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went cycling, eating at macs and all the nonsense lah. then we went to marina square in luke's car WHICH I HAD TO SIT ON JIN YONG's lap throughout the whole dreaded journey and velda is shaking me like some crazy woman now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG LATER! HAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8754218484062896788?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8754218484062896788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8754218484062896788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8754218484062896788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8754218484062896788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8754218484062896788' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-7628088797201248893</id><published>2009-06-17T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:41:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geeeezzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-7628088797201248893?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/7628088797201248893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=7628088797201248893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7628088797201248893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/7628088797201248893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7628088797201248893' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6790188892476799333</id><published>2009-06-16T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:43:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6790188892476799333?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6790188892476799333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6790188892476799333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6790188892476799333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6790188892476799333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6790188892476799333' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5025805235148949228</id><published>2009-06-16T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:28:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boooooo</title><content type='html'>just read my cousin's blog, and his background music is like gahhhhh.....so saddening! so saddening!!! songs without words, they make you put your own lyrics into them, they make you SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's one song that got stuck into my head. Kelsey by Metro Station. don't know what meaning it has on my own life but whatever, its catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who uploaded this doesn't allow embedding, so here is the url. go see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6WOcE6gT7"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6WOcE6gT7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do so many songs have girls' names that start with a K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'd swim the ocean for you, the ocean for you, wooh o-oh o-oh o-oh, &lt;em&gt;Kelsey&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Katie&lt;/em&gt; don't cry i know, you're trying your hardest, and the hardest part is letting go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you stay strong? can you hold on? &lt;em&gt;Kristy&lt;/em&gt; are you doing okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah bur bur bur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaand i actually THOUGHT of having a picture post, but stupid blogger makes it so hard to upload pictures, i can't be bothered. i'm lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study! BLOODY HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning at 7.25 because of my getoutofbedearly regime and typed a random message to someone i can't remember before i fell back asleep, woke up at 9 plus after that. had this funny dream in some desolated town and we're tyrannised by the GRID. YES THE GRID and its little minions that can move around the GRID and grab people randomly. whattheheck. in the end we went about shooting them MUST BE THE TERMINATOR ADVERTISEMENT! MUST BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up with my heart thumping YES THUMPING. got out of bed and went to the toilet and when i closed the door my pinky got stuck, and i closed it hard. the skin came off and now it stings but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got soem random phone call from jaseline's sister who then conferenced jaseline in and GUESS WHAT! SHE'S AT HARBOURFRONT NOW! HAHAHAHAHAHA! she actually thought that the ig outing was today at sentosa and then she realised that it was another outing. omg pro pro. first time in my life someone actually went for an outing without confirming the details before leaving the house. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, anyway, IG OUTING THIS THURSDAY (18/6) AT EAST COAST! SMS JIN YONG FOR MORE DETAILS THANKS. please go, or sms me if you wanna meet at toa payoh before leaving together and KAIZHEN pangsehed us. rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you all want a picture post, go to facebook. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook is getting boring as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored. i think i should go do physics already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, smsed jason heeai shermaine if they wanted to study and they're all not free. boohoohoo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing i'm asking people to go study, usually its to hangout and stuff. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5025805235148949228?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5025805235148949228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5025805235148949228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5025805235148949228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5025805235148949228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5025805235148949228' title='boooooo'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8172424752699482703</id><published>2009-06-15T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:04:40.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawrrrrgahgahgah</title><content type='html'>been blog hopping for the past 5 minutes on my mom's lappy (shouldn't even call it her lappy). THE HOME lappy and decided to put something on my own blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today, something REALLY bad happened yesterday, really, really bad. shall not talk about yesterday anyway, because its today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a little physics, kinematics gah, realised that i can't do non-linear motion for nuts. and to think mcq helps to boost your morale. my study plan for june is pretty much screwed up already. i hope everyone around me feels the same, behind time. i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it makes me feel better. shanjin, do you want to go out to study? or leon or whoever hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some shopping "shopping" on friday. bought myself a bag, spent the whole day walking around j8/paragon/raffles city. yeah. shopped with my mom, bro and his girl. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think my spirits are going to get any higher than today until wednesday, or maybe long after wednesday. i'm just paranoid! like raymond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8172424752699482703?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8172424752699482703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8172424752699482703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8172424752699482703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8172424752699482703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8172424752699482703' title='rawrrrrgahgahgah'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1778544155188454565</id><published>2009-06-10T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:27:17.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just went to check on my blog and i saw all the tags saying that i'm dying 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I:M NOT DONT CURSE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really bored now so i think i should write some stuff in this box to kill time and fill this empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i start to recall everything my mom breaks my train of thought asking me why i don't want to help her prepare the vegetables. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, monday was pretty okay...woke up to be velda's butler, aka help her carry her camping bag to school. haha. chatted awhile until she had to leave for camp. coming back tomorrow! =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to sleep for awhile until leon buzzed me asking whether i want to talk cock with him to relieve his exam stress, so i said okay and he came over and helped me move my room and stuffs to fit the new drumset IF its going to come at all. -.- (don't wanna talk about the process of even getting the thought of buying a drumset into my mom's head..gahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i think, hope, pray, wish that i have enough space for a practice drumset. practice because i'm living in a condo with pretty fussy neighbours and little space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.interstatemusic.com/wcsstore/InterstateMusic/ims/ipf/DRSRT705HBC31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.interstatemusic.com/wcsstore/InterstateMusic/ims/ipf/DRSRT705HBC31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know it looks kiddish, but oh well, no one is really gonna see it right? and its small, light, portable =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and cheap. CHEAP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so in search of the Pearl Rhythm Traveler we went to swee lee (oh, we had lunch at dhoby exchange before that), raymond had to get his stuffehs for his guitar too (he wanted to change strings too and all of us went WTF AFTER ONLY 1 month or so!?) seriously know how to waste money sia -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but they went out of stock, asked them when the new stock is coming in and they didn't know too, so i left them my number but I FORGOT TO STATE WHAT I WANTED. -.- so now i can only hope, pray, wish that they remember me when the stock arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we walked back to bugis junction to sit down and talk about raymond's predicament(shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) and then go to music ensemble for my drumming practice session and the duo's fiddling with guitar session. booked a studio so we could practice. made noise there until 5pm and i went home. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gahh, missing a certain someone a lot now =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, tuesday was kinda boring too, went to tekong to attend my brother's BMTC graduation parade. thats all i think. then we went to thomson for dinner and checked out the drums at yamaha. the person introduced us to the electric drumset which i absolutely have no interest it...it sounds FAKE! no matter what features or advantages it has, it sounds bloody fake. it looks fake as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went home and called velda to chat for awhile before sleeping, bah bah boo boo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wednesday aka today was BORING TOO! brother's girlfriend's over here to swim/lepak with my bro because they miss each other so so much =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just came back from drum lesson, learnt some basic rhythming today plus a few basic fill ins too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there you have it jin/leon/raymond, i updated. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, wondering how i'm actually going to complete my econ's study plan with half the week gone. -.- die! DIE DIE DIE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope i get to go out on friday to shop with my mom for stuffehs and oh i think i'd like a little crumpler bag for outings and stuff =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH. OUTINGS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13/6: proposed BBQ with relatives from my dad's side but i think its not gonna work -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18/6: ECP outing with IG26! or what's left of it, hope it'll be fun! we'll make it fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21/6: shopping with leon at uniqlo (???) if its too packed leon then just forget about it =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24/6: 6.6 movie outing! Angels and Demons/Transformers 2! also, or what's left of 6.6 as well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1778544155188454565?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1778544155188454565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1778544155188454565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1778544155188454565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1778544155188454565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1778544155188454565' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4597474015430210012</id><published>2009-06-03T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:23:37.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalallalaallllllaaahhh!!!</title><content type='html'>oh, here's our theory on why CJC's uniform looks so........you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, at any given place, there lived on IJTP girl. in navy blue IJTP uniform. her friends would come, more friends would come, and soon, the whole place would be blueberry coloured, maybe, even turn the whole of punggol fields into punggol blue (thats where raymond stays, is it?) so what to do? we don't want the world to turn blue, right? so we call in backup, we call in MILK! FRESH, SJI UNIFORMED MILK! so the whole horde of milky white sji people rush in the flood the place, and what do you get? BLUEBERRY MILK! which isss.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that wasn't funny, nope, it was NOT funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know why that made me and raymond laugh for 5 minutes straight at mos burger before our geog paper, filled with IJTP girls. FILLED WITH THEM! THEY WERE EVERYWHEREEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~oooh i can live without you but...without you i'd be miserable, at, besstttttttt~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4597474015430210012?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4597474015430210012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4597474015430210012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4597474015430210012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4597474015430210012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4597474015430210012' title='lalalallalaallllllaaahhh!!!'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1932998654180477401</id><published>2009-06-02T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:26:03.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i just went back on my word by not blogging when i said that i wanted to blog because i didn't want to forget. what the hell have i been doing with my life =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a few things happened lately, was pissed off on saturday night, someone nearly died yesterday, and maybe today. lots of people are going hungry 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been reading the papers lately i don't know why, but i'm going for chinese remedial tomorrow and then doing PW and i don't feel like writing anymore. maybe i should really get a laptop because BLOGGING IN THE LIVING ROOM IS DAN GER ROUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1932998654180477401?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1932998654180477401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1932998654180477401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1932998654180477401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1932998654180477401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1932998654180477401' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-2872581625917887765</id><published>2009-05-24T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:15:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from yesterdayyyyy...11.30</title><content type='html'>continued from the previous blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i swear, this is just stupid. I'm WRITING instead of typing. any idea how slow that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was surprising that i could still reach Orchard Plaza on time and be early for tuition. but then i nodded off quite a few times through the lesson. o.o. i think i need someone to sms me to keep me awake. HAHA XD. Mrs Lee touched on WEP today, and its reall tough to understand =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition i walked out of the building to wait for my dad and brother to come pick me up and i saw delvin! but i couldn't hear what he was saying because i was blasting my music on my ipod &gt;&lt;. we went to taka to walk around the Best Denki and i fiddled with the drums/pianos on display there. saw this pair of Bass Boost earphones from sony and decided to buy it later since my iPod earphones were worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to crystal jade korean something something to eat, and seriously te portion is so huge neither me nor my bro could finish it. oh by the way, he was looking pretty restless already, turned out he was later for his date with his girlfriend. shit, fel damn bad lah, and i still had to get my earphones......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad drove us to bishan mr to drop him off and i was trying on my earphones (leon just messaged me, they're still at ps, and its 12am, wth) and there's nothing special about it! what a joke...can hear the extra bass, but i have to lower the treble on my iPod first. -.- . i guess sony stuff only works with sony walkman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at 4pm. my next tuition for H2 maths was at 5.30, so i decided to take a nap. woke up at 5 and washed up, then my dad drove me to Orchard Plaza and i called jin. it was already 5.30pm and he was still at PLAZA SING! uber late.... went into class at 5.45, 15 minutes late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khor taught us some graphingg techniques not yet taught in school, and while rationalising the square root of 32 i stupidly went "what's 16 + 16" Jin so so hyper he started smsing velda and leon about my stupidity =(=(=(. then beside me sat some bloody enthu person from VJC who was taking down EVERYTHING on the board. felt so inferior sitting beside him lah. i looked at MY paper and saw only JIN'S DOODLING -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition we went back to plaza sing to meet the usual gang aka raymond pork and leon. played midnight using raymond's card and hey its quite fun!. but nope, i'm not going to devote myself to it. went down to long john's for dinner after that at around 8. then while i was eating my chicken, jin and leon tried to kope my food, so we got into some kind of brandishing plastic knives and forks skirmish. LOL! LGS had this cool invention called the PATRON PAGER! yep, the PATRON PAGER! it meant that when your food is ready, the PATRON PAGER! will vibrate and light up and YOU go collect it at the counter YOURSELF. so much for service, you got to anticipate when the PATRON PAGER! will start to vibrate. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the PATRON PAGER activated and raymond took it to the counter like it was some bomb. HAHAHA! it kinda looked like some tank mine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, then leon ordered a medium lemon tea, but got a medium coke instead. so him being him he was ging "f***, f***, f***" all the way to the counter. and guess what! they gave him a SMALL ice lemon tea instead! so he had his face in his hands with the "oh my what the f*** is wrong with them" look when the person set the drink down on the table. so he asked for a MEDIUM ice lemon tea again and 10 seconds later the waiter put down a TINY cup of CHEESE! HAHAHAHA! I literally LOLed in front of her, and leon had the "i don't believe this look on his face as he went "WHAAAT!". LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about downsizing. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while eating we were talking cock and i had this vision of raymond thinking that he was still midnight-ting in the middle of ps. HAHAHA! its seriously funny if you think about it, i'm sure rayond jin pork and leon knows XD. then it turned into a bitching session and the guitar guys talked about this autistic fella in their class who wasn't following the lesson at all, and this girl who kept staring at raymond after he whispered "f*** you" at jin when jin's guitar string went into raymond's hand. ouch. and also this hardcore guitarist who strummed everything so hard in the lesson. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, while talking about CJ peeps pork hat that totally clueless look on his face! you should follow leon and crash CJ more often lah pork. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left at 9.30 cu i wanted to meet velda and walk home together from her church =D. talked more and walked around the swimming pool downstairs before going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 10.15, then my bro came back and my mom complained "why does dawn not allow you to come home early even though she knows that you're tired?" and i felt like talking back at her cus she says that every week, but come on, two people in love (teenage love or whatever, doesn't matter) but unable to see each other everyday because one person is in ns while the other has A levels, and he wasn't able to come home last week! obviously they wouldn't want to leave each other when they finally get the chance to go out together, right? just think about it lah. like so poor thing aleady and she still wants to rub it in. -.- . but obviously i kept quiet because i had better things to do than argue with her over my brother's freedom. and she would just go "shut up or i'll slap you twice across the face", it like her standard "i don't want to talk to you" line everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went t blog and barely after 15 minutes she chased me to 'sleep'. so here i amm, writing everything out until now [12.26am] because i don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches song to Can't Repeat by The Offspring so i get into the mood, lol jkjjk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyway, while the guitar riff is playing, its how fast time flies, everything changes so quickly and something happens in just the blink of an eye. when you're there and see it first hand, you're living the moment. but what happens after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puts song on repeat because it just ended. funny how the title says Can't Repeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment is gone after that, &lt;em&gt;time rolls on, and good times we can't repeat. &lt;/em&gt;whether or not you can remember it depends on how good your memory is, and honestly, my memory isn't very good. the things that have such a great impact on me, things that i told myself that i would remember, i forget. its only when i read through my archives in my blog then i recall them. life has passed on day after day so quickly that &lt;em&gt;i'm just wishing we could stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but life goes on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i want to blog, write everything down in as much detail as possible. just the things that happened, and not how i felt about it though. because everything changes, everytime i think/recall about something, i get a different story, same things that happen, but different reasons for it to happen, different causes. i don'tknow how to explain it, but it just gives me so many possibilities on why people do ertain things. its just, interesting, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12.38 now&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, and i'm missing someone already, the moment i looked at my phone to check the time and i see her in our photo. you're someone i will never forget, i guess, there are just too many reasons for me not to. see you on monday! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight pages of an A5 notebook. exactly eight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2872581625917887765?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2872581625917887765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2872581625917887765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2872581625917887765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2872581625917887765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2872581625917887765' title='from yesterdayyyyy...11.30'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8152279208900554398</id><published>2009-05-23T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:32:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good times we can't repeat, can't hold on, turn the page</title><content type='html'>wanted to talk about a lot of stuff this week, but then sadly because i can't find the time to get to the comp and blog without my mom nagging at me. so yeah, sadly, i won't be able to remember them, and they'll just fade in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'll talk about today and today only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6 sharp to meet velda for our morning run, walked with her to toa payoh stadium and i think poi ching or pei chun or whatever primary school was having some sports carnival, so we skipped our run and went for breakfast. talked about some stuff while walking. yep, won't say more =). went to KFC for porridge. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that my mom called me to buy back breakfast for them, she wanted crossinonts (how the heck do you spell it?) from burger king and zhui kueh too. but then i don't know why the cashier only gave me one cross-ont, and velda told me that the bag was too light. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, walked back home, [my mom just turned off the light. what the heck -.-] and then got ready for tuition while my mom was eating the zhui kueh instead because my dad finished the only cross-ont in like 5 minutes, so she didn't stand a chance =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out of the house at 10.30, wanted to see how long i would take if i took a bus to orchard plaza instead, realised that all the way along novena it was jammed. JAMMED! i was stuck at the same road for half an hour -.-. stone until want to die. but surprisingly the bus only took [damnit, my mom is staring at the screen now and I CANT BLOG!. i'm gonna write it down on a piece of paper, and transfer it to comp]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8152279208900554398?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8152279208900554398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8152279208900554398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8152279208900554398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8152279208900554398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8152279208900554398' title='the good times we can&apos;t repeat, can&apos;t hold on, turn the page'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6875758577745968542</id><published>2009-05-19T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:31:46.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, so here i am blogging on my mom's acer mini laptop before dinner starts. actually dinner today is just packed food, dunno whats innit lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, dinner started like, 5 seconds ago? shit. shall blog about friday saturday and sunday after dinner! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay back. anyway lets talk about friday shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after screwing around at jin's house playing with his wax and cowfly and omfgwtf my mom is chasing me into the room again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm here and i don't care but i'm going to finish this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then at 6.00 jin finally finished waxing his hair, and (i have three blinking convos now...now they're gone =D) and we left the house at around 6.15. left as in step OUT of the house. at 6.16 jin stopped with one foot out of the house and asked "is marvin going?" so i took out my phone called marvin, but he didn't pick up. so at 6.18 jin called ivan, and ivan said that marvin isn't going. so by now, we were seriously late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take bus 132 near jin's house and we made it there at around 6.45? leon went off to another place that i don't know where for dinner because he was sick. so me and jin reached seoul garden at around....7 plus plus? really, reaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllly hungry by then already. got our tables, john foo, nick lam, zi peng, ivan and matthew were there already. and matthew's hair was SERIOUSLY LONG HE NEEDED A HAIRBAND!!! AHH! so me and jin went to get food and i just piled my whole plate with garlic and teriyaki chicken and we started eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then gabriel, zhen yu, azriel, ian and john chan came. azriel joined the crazy table while the rest joined our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued eating and talking about our new JC life when surprisingly all of us are in CJ. haha. then the other table, with JOSHUA there were screaming FUCK FUCK FUCK once every like, 30 minutes? cus apparently joshua threw all sorts of funny things into the soup. then they started to make fried rice which was totally stupid and the restaurant placed like three staff around their table. HAHAHAHA! but the rice was quite nice lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after eating a LOT of meat and some ice cream, three scoops with brownie rocks! too bad i have sensitive teeth =(. eating the ice cream caused me so much pain lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all circled around one table and started talking cock with john chan doing NOTHING but snapping pictures every 3 seconds and honestly i found it to be quite irritating because he wasn't even being part of the whole gathering at all, instead he looked like some photographer for hire lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11.24 and parents are turning off the TV, lights, closing windows, getting ready to sleep.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that it was quite late, so my mom didn't want me to watch movie with the rest. so i took the train home with john chan and chatted with him along the way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, bathed and plonked on the bed on a full stomach..ahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday... woke up at around 6.30 for breakfast with velda. walked to the MCYS building and then went to macs at kim keat for hotcakes =D. then walked home, after that it was basically tuition and tuition already, except that i went to leon's house to screw around with his drumset and revised econs between my physics and maths tuition. went for dinner with jin, pork and leon after that at plaza sing's KFC. pork and leon talked about ngee ann poly life and hey, ain't i glad tht i'm in CJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday....was MATHS CA day, went to SJI with gabriel to do maths CA, then went to ian's house to complete it because we both didn't know how to do. went for dinner with my parents after that at crystal jade then had an EARLY night. 10.30 =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[shit, i'm running on low battery now. i think i should blog tomorrow morning since school starts at 11.45 =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6875758577745968542?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6875758577745968542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6875758577745968542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6875758577745968542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6875758577745968542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6875758577745968542' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6443125712605625935</id><published>2009-05-15T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:48:42.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh, leon's using jin's cowtail to poke into my ear and irritate me! =(. He's tickling my neck and ear and oh yes i just whacked him. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says that the cow is a housefly because it tickles. so he's the damn housefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm at jin's house now while we're waiting until its 5 plus so we can go for buffet at seoul garden with the rest of 423 without leon. that makes three paragraphs of bastarding you leon.&lt;br /&gt; ouch, he's whacking me with the cowfly again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after barry chia's lesson at 1 i met jin and went back home to collect our present for ms kaur before going to sji to celebrate/surprise her. met leon at the cj busstop and then clement at toa payoh busstop. omg havoc already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was bathing and leon was washing his face clement and jin were playing the piano/guitar hero world tour. lol crazy. messed up my whole house and then ivan called to rush us. so we took a cab down to sji and quickly got our present/cake and stuff ready. so everyone(mostly from CJ) went to ms kaurs class and just RUSHED into the class while she was having her PSE lesson and went "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!" and seriously you should see her reaction, she literally "jumped" when she saw everyone come in. LOL! then we FORGOT to bring the present up, so me and jin ran down to get the present and give it to her...and awww, it was so sweet! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went down to the canteen to wait for ms kaur and also catch up with one another. turns out ian is a ladies man at swimming! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"then we went up to see eng hong and what i remembered most about it was that she said 'now's the best time to find a girl friend' and everyone went 'yichinnnnnnn' then she said 'but it won't last long anyway'. then everyone went 'yichinnnnnn' again."&lt;/span&gt; leon wrote this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we slacked awhile in school, met other teachers like gina tan and josephine lee, and then went to the pull=up bar to talk cock and such. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, after that ivan went home to bathe and me and leon went to jin's house (where i am now) to slack off while he bathes. and right now leon is waxing my hair while jin is bathing. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog when we finish our dinner! damn hungry now =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6443125712605625935?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6443125712605625935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6443125712605625935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6443125712605625935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6443125712605625935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6443125712605625935' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6989397087175432839</id><published>2009-05-13T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:31:20.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yaaay, ms kaur's birthday is on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with jin today after school to print out the photos and buy the corkboard plus pins to make our montage as a present for her. i don't know who's gonna write the card tho o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha funny thing is that we don't even know whether ms kaur will be staying back so that we got enough time to surprise her or not. LOL! and because some people in our class are cameraphobic we don't have pictures for everyone =(. or space to fit everyone =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school's gonna end at 6.15 tomorrow =( GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6989397087175432839?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6989397087175432839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6989397087175432839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6989397087175432839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6989397087175432839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6989397087175432839' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-8063471190133903321</id><published>2009-05-11T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:51:20.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee. i shall blog this in yichin's place:D&lt;br /&gt;guess who am i!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;ha, he's conscience maybe? or perhaps not:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh leon is calling on ooVoo =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-8063471190133903321?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/8063471190133903321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=8063471190133903321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8063471190133903321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/8063471190133903321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8063471190133903321' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-5374724603035180283</id><published>2009-05-10T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:13:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAYS ARE BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5374724603035180283?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5374724603035180283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5374724603035180283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5374724603035180283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5374724603035180283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5374724603035180283' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-2984351481041176088</id><published>2009-05-09T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:04:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this past two weeks or so were pretty filled with activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-celebrated dom's birthday at plaza sing's swensens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-went to buy guitars with jin raymond and pork, i didn't buy any, i'm learning drums. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-went for breakfast at macs and then dinner at sakae, buffet AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just randomly listing things out in whatever order and date i don't know i forgot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh, had drum lessons, first lesson. leon sat in throughout the lesson and cus it got too boring i spaced out o.o. like, i was hitting on the snare and hitting and hitting and suddenly the teacher said "stop, where are you now?"   "errr......whoops...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair is getting kinda long, as in, its not standing anymore. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had econs CA, screw that, i left out the whole essay! physics CA as well.. screwed up maths CA... then had econs FA the following day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are pain now, ouch. dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm webcamming with shanjin now( DONT THINK SICK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and osel is going crazy in school, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during dom's birthday i wanted to play with his iphone, then raymond and velda wanted to play as well, so we got into the whole little kiddo "i want it!" fight, then i don't know why, raymond got pissed off with me. seriously pissed &gt;&lt;. even today he's not talking to me. then while walking home with velda at night (i came back from dinner with jin and gang)[no actually, it was THEM watching ME gobble up my plate of chicken rice, XD!], i realised that actually, friendships ARE fragile. when a cold war starts, you could decide to cold war back and end the whole friendship there and then, or plead like you have no dignity, or just....treat the person like normal. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2984351481041176088?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2984351481041176088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2984351481041176088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2984351481041176088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/2984351481041176088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2984351481041176088' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-545460478824442761</id><published>2009-05-03T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:05:01.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if there's no one beside you, when your soul embarks, then i'll follow you into the dark</title><content type='html'>maths and go and die. i don't want to do maths anymore. I DONT WANT! I DONT WANT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shit, that crazy mom upstairs just screamed at her baby again, i think the baby will grow up to have some mental fear of its mom lah. even i get a shock when she screams/shouts at her baby. siaogao*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was kinda busy.. went for breakfast with velda in the morning, then went for physics tuition. teacher touched on forces today, i kinda get it now lol. then met shanjin, joseph(porky!) and raymond at plaza sing for lunch, went to long johns and shared a set meal with raymond, oh, that reminds me, i haven't collect my money from him. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while the three of them went for their guitar lesson, i was talking to velda on the phone debating whether i should go inside the studio and do my homework or not. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after they were out (and i sat in front of their studio doing physics), we met leon and went to the arcade to play the basketball thingy before going to the prize world machine thing and watch raymond spend 10 bucks on two domos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that they went to play pool while me and jin went for maths tuition. teacher talked about transformations and graphing techniques, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for dinner with the whole gang and something something something something happened but in the end we went to yoshinoya! after that raymond spent another 10 bucks on the prize world thing for another domo, this time with open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, got a muffin from velda's mom and went online to settle some stuffehs before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty much BORING. read econs for the first half of the day(my day started at 12 because i woke up at 11), spent the next half revising AP for maths. YES AP. there's a GP, RR and sigma test tomorrow, so this means that i haven't touched on ANY of the tested subjects. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate maths, its taking too much of my time. can i drop it? please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-545460478824442761?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/545460478824442761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=545460478824442761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/545460478824442761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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even worse about my choice to go to jc...i should have gone for the open house at singapore poly and temasek poly last year instead of follow sji peeps to ac, sa and all those jc open houses to waste my time, damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5311462882219837969?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5311462882219837969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5311462882219837969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5311462882219837969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5311462882219837969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5311462882219837969' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-2321724330664025613</id><published>2009-04-28T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:03:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't want to talk about school work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, today during econs i was putting my head down on the table and stoning and osel was beside me sleeping, then ms ho said "yichin, osel, wake up." so i just took out my physics (yes PHYSICS during econs because she didn't want to teach us econs because she felt that we were not showing her basic respect blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she carried on saying "if you're falling asleep throughout the whole day, then JC course isn't the right choice for you. you should drop out and go to poly instead" *bitch face rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, thats what she said. i dunno if she was addressing the class as a whole or just me and osel, but either way, it spoiled my day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2.4 in the morning when the weather was just just nice? was full of energy and couldn't keep my balance during the first round so i just sprinted at the same pace as osel and weiping -.- stupid stupid move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so second round i couldn't take it anymore cus obviously i'm not a tracker? lol, slowed down and kept running until derek told me that it was the last round or the second last round i forgot, then i almost tripped and fell lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got 11.10. =D best ever hahaha. at least i don't have to worry about that anymore! now is just sit and reach &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, going for dinner with luke and teresa and maybe velda and raymond? don't know if they want to go though. can't wait haha, ever since the day orientation ended i felt as if i'm drifting away from my index group people, its now just a hi-bye thing when i see them. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for 423 people, sucks really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this video clip on friendship and the person said "friendships don't last, people change, things change. its impossible to keep a friendship forever" and somehow i find that its happening to me? once in jc i've got no time for 6.6 as well. no time to properly organise an outing and the last one was screwed up pretty badly because everyone backed out and i didn't double check with them by spamming them with messages. now hee ai has wasted 60 bucks and i don't dare to collect from the rest, i guess i'll just fork out 30 bucks and collect half the price of the ticket from the rest of them. i'm really, really damn sorry hee ai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid years are coming too, i should have sat myself down and tell myself to study last month already, i'm one month late. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go for my drum lessons next week, and leon just told us yesterday that he's not taking bass. i think its really fine, because we all SHOULD pursue our own interests, especially in things like these where you have to fork out money for lessons and buy the instrument. just like piano, if you don't like piano, why bother taking lessons? i didn't like piano nor its exams when i was in primary school, so even before the teacher asked me to take grade one i quitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep, don't do things for the sake of others. don't ever do it just because people tell you to. helping people and agreeing mindlessly to what people say are two totally different things, right? when you help, you consider the pros and cons, you do it out of goodwill as a friend. when you agree mindlessly (just like what leon did on saturday), you don't even think, you do it because you're afraid that people will reprimand you, you don't want to feel bad. i think thats just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, leon. i don't blame you one bit. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-2321724330664025613?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/2321724330664025613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=2321724330664025613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so glad i have you =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-9201383972573483071?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/9201383972573483071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=9201383972573483071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/9201383972573483071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/9201383972573483071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9201383972573483071' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-3690224053207350775</id><published>2009-04-22T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:26:05.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset's never were so bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/Se3zHRhMtpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/llBsv-dIz8k/s1600-h/DSC09924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327181240536446610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/Se3zHRhMtpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/llBsv-dIz8k/s200/DSC09924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i wish. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this was what i came up with today. sometimes you just wanna watch the sunset, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad there aren't any beautiful ones in singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, don't ask me why it looks so un-sunsettish. i'm not an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a big big BIG thanks eeuzzzxcxzx to Q! you really made me feel much better, and i just wanna say that you've got awesome friends like ME there for you too. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-3690224053207350775?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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FIRST THING IN THE MORNING ALREADY TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired all the way until NAOW! fell asleep during econs lecture FIRST LESSON AGAIN! azriel was kicking to his drum beats i suppose and his shoe kept knocking onto my chair, so its like...going to fall asleep...then tick tick tick. in the end i raised my voice at him asking him to stop it! ouch... SORRY AZRIEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely survived chinese....actually i tried to do the assigned homework..but my mind just switched off. so i stoneddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept during break in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ms baptist made geog fun, so i was kinda high =D. laughed with azriel like some mad dog when osel classified "broken transport links" as "economical." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switched off during maths too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaand.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah shouldn't say it here. i still don't feel good XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-5173296220167039032?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/5173296220167039032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=5173296220167039032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5173296220167039032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/5173296220167039032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5173296220167039032' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4871078777162890781</id><published>2009-04-16T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:41:53.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? for the second time this month, i'm staying up late and planning to stay up later to complete my homework. damn it, i really need to plan my time. i need to do tutorials the day its given, i need to read through lecture notes the day the lecture has been given, and then read the next lecture beforehand, i need to practice maths and physics and start practicing as soon as a topic is covered, because i haven't started on anything yet. damn it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling tired today, went to school feeling tired, had two or three lectures in a row feeling tired. couldn't communicate will with people and aaaaaaaaaaaarghhh!!! even now i'm still feeling tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a packet of lays while going to school in hopes of saving it for chinese so that i can stay awake and be energised for pe as well. was too tired i fell asleep during the first period, maths lecture. FIRST PERIOD! in the end i had to get a can of nescafe during the 9am break in order to keep myself from falling asleep. could barely make it through physics and geog lecture. then i opened the chips during physics tut, ate about 1/4 of the packet with azriel and then when i left for the toilet and came back everyone was dipping their hands into it. was left with nothing but crumbs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed geog essay, screw chinese and maths. i'm gonna do my PI draft 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swear, i need some motivation to continue on with JC life. i'm gonna drop dead soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4871078777162890781?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4871078777162890781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4871078777162890781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4871078777162890781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4871078777162890781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4871078777162890781' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1335036161725257365</id><published>2009-04-11T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:38:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sent my brother off today....RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! i feel like shit now, i can't believe i'm missing him although he's just gonna be gone for two weeks, then every weekday after that.... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when all the recruits had to fall in and march off to their bunks his gf gave him a hug, then the both of them teared, then i realised that i was holding back my tears too. maybe it wasn't all because of the thought of not having him around in the house, maybe it was because of another reason. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the house just seems so empty. even like now, he's not sitting at his computer table beside me ticktacking all the way on his keyboard, and i can't take a peep of what he's typing to his girlfriend on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, don't wanna talk about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1335036161725257365?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1335036161725257365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1335036161725257365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1335036161725257365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1335036161725257365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1335036161725257365' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4733681137385163578</id><published>2009-04-10T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:51:58.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amalgam</title><content type='html'>- a mixture or combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess that's what i'm feeling right now. love, jealousy, loss, emptiness, stress, devotion, acceptance, suspicion, everything. all at one go. it kinda overwhelms you. it almost moves you to tears. i don't know why. sometimes i sit there and think and within 5 seconds i don't even have to think anymore and my mind is overloaded with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the simplest way to get everything off my mind is to draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amalgam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4733681137385163578?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4733681137385163578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4733681137385163578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4733681137385163578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4733681137385163578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4733681137385163578' title='amalgam'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-931666906119425566</id><published>2009-04-05T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:46:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STARS IN THE SKY ILLUMINATE BELOW, THE LIGHT IS A SIGN THAT LOVE WILL GUIDE YOU HOME</title><content type='html'>~if the world were to die the light would guide you homeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomg long post long post wheeeeeeeeee~~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 3.04 now, haven't started on homework because we went to pulau semakau for astro stargazing! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have to admit, i wasn't really into gazing at the stars =x. i hope the interest builds up cus i find it really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late at 10.15 yesterday (4th april), tuition was at 11am, and my camping bag wasn't even packed. so i quickly took my clothes, towel, ipod etc etc and stuffed them into my bag plus my tuition stuff and rushed for tuition. after tuition i wanted to take mrt from somerset to dhoby ghaut but gregory told me that you could actually walk to dhoby ghaut &gt;.&lt;. so i did! and i realised that he was from monfort instead of ACSI! i always thought that he was from acs cus he always hangs out with the acsi peeps in tuition. so on the way to dhoby ghaut this guy popped up in front of me and said "HI PLEASE DONATE" then before i could respond he raised his sji shoebag and pointed at mine saying "SJI SJI PLEASE DONATE" so i had no choice. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached dhoby ghaut at around 1.30 and called shanjin, turned out that he was still walking to redhill mrt. then i called velda and she was still at home. then mary smsed me saying that she was on her way to harbourfront and i told her to come to dhoby ghaut. then i told raymond to come to dhoby too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for them i bought bubble tea and drank in front of the station, then i spotted this sign right in front of me saying "fine $500 no eating no drinking no littering" O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i moved far far away from it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest came, and we called velda. oh this is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "hey how long will you take to get here?"&lt;br /&gt;v "um i'm in the car now, my dad is fetching me to vivo"&lt;br /&gt;me "HUH NONONO come to dhoby ghaut! we're all waiting for you here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after 15 minutes or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "hey where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;v "IDUNNO!"&lt;br /&gt;me "YOU DON'T KNOW?! ASK YOUR DAD!"&lt;br /&gt;v "daddy where am i now?"&lt;br /&gt;*everyone bursts into laughter*&lt;br /&gt;*she bursts into laughter too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after around 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "okay, so where are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;v "huh? i dunno! i'mmm......OH I SEE ISTANA!"&lt;br /&gt;me "oh okay we know where you are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after meeting her we went to vivocity, supposedly to buy our dinner and breakfast for the next day because the astro people weren't gonna provide for us. brought chips and more chips and sweets and bread cus we thought that there wouldn't be any hot water to make cup noodles (i mean, who would boil water at some ulu landfill campsite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to burger king for lunch, and met jonny rachel and heshuang there too. then at around 4 zong yang called and hurried us, so we speedwalked (yes, like, triple our walking speed) to the mrt station to meet him and some other j2/j1 astro people. took the bus to pasir panjang ferry terminal and met the rest of the guys there including mr tan and ms olsen. then it started raining, pretty heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the people from TASOS, the astronomy society of singapore, came and we took the boat to pulau semakau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velda camwhored again and i was headbanging to the music on my ipod, then singing miserable at best with mary. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was really rocky but we made it in one piece, moved all the equipment, food and telescopes into the main building and had a briefing. me and raymond couldn't stop laughing at the guy who was talking cus he had SUCH A COMICAL FACE OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we took the minivan/bus to our campsite, 10minutes ride =/. reached there at around 7? then we started stargazing. actually it was just the j2s looking for constellations and nebulas and explaining them to us. kinda cool actually! so we kept stargazing until 8 or 9? got to see saturn, omg damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we got bored so we took turns playing music and got cup noodles (luckily the tasos people provided haha) and milk tea (which shanjin spilled some on my shoe when he accidentally hit my hand -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we finished mr tan suggested bringing us for a walk. and it was around what, 10 or 11? i'm not sure either. we actually wanted to see fireflies =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then here's the fun part. since everyone was high from singing all the music, while walking i just kept rocking my head and jumping and spinning around on the road which was EMPTY like some madman =D. and of course singing too. seriously crazy. did a lot of stupid things which i guess were inappropriate? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we kept walking and walking and me being retarded for like 1 hour until mr tan decided to stop, because the sky was still cloudy, and it would be pointless having to walk to the main building, and then come back to collect the telescopes (since you can't use them on a cloudy sky), and go back there to sleep again. so we turned back. and on the way, we did more stupid stuff XD!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the campsite, went to the cliff/rock thing to sing more songs, and people started to emo, or should i say REFLECT. because emoing is really too extreme. so yep, at around 2 the bus came, and we chose not to go back because the water was tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, everyone went to sleep in the tent. then like while we were all stoning mary said "i think there's a bug here."&lt;br /&gt;everyone: "where!?"&lt;br /&gt;m: "there!" *points*&lt;br /&gt;everyone: "shittttttttttttttttttttt....." *moves to the other side of the tent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we quickly stand up and took our torchlights, found the cockroach at a corner of the tent. everyone freaked out and evacuated lah. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cus nobody dared to go catch the cockroach, we enlisted the help of zong yang again. LOL THANKS FOR RETURNING US OUR SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end the cockroach was trapped in this pringles tent which i threw far far away haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after more stargazing, which made velda so tired she acted like she was drunk, we went back to sleep again at around 4plus 5. shanjin and mary stayed outside to talk cock and enjoyed the breeze and i FINALLY fell asleep in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone woke me up at around 6 to watch the sunrise. and even though there was no SUN RISING UP, it was still beautiful =). not like we get to see sunrises often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed up the tent and our stuff and headed back to the main island at around 7.30. showered there then the boat came to pick us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, velda, raymond, jin and mary went to tiong bahru macs (which velda backed out halfway cus she wasn't feeling well =X) to eat breakfast. hotcakes yay! raymond did some stupid magic trick or what which was damn lame but made us laugh and everyone to turn their heads &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jin's place to supposedly play basketball (which mary backed out cus i think she was too tired) but it started raining HEAVILY. so we called evelyn (sorry for being a retard on the phone &gt;&lt;) and went up to her house since she lives so near to jin. watched jumper in her damn cool movie don't know what room (which we can play GHWT and be high in!). then went home at around 12 plus 1. took 132, and then cus the rain was SO heavy, changed bus to 153 and waited for my dad to fetch me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflection time later. i'm gonna get knocked out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOLWORK NOT DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-931666906119425566?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/931666906119425566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=931666906119425566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/931666906119425566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/931666906119425566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#931666906119425566' title='THE STARS IN THE SKY ILLUMINATE BELOW, THE LIGHT IS A SIGN THAT LOVE WILL GUIDE YOU HOME'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1916470096087804014</id><published>2009-04-03T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:43:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 3.30am this morning (friday morning) after completing umm, 70% of my homework? or rather, i went to bed at 3.30 and slept at around 4 or 4.30. i have this sickening syndrome of not being able to get to sleep even if i'm so tired. i would close my eyes, keep them closed for i don't know how long and then i "wake up" (like, i realise that i didn't sleep at all), then i will reach under my pillow and open my phone and find that 30minutes has passed. is this called insomnia? luckily there's this invention called the mp3 player =). at least listening to music can help me get to sleep...only to wake up finding myself entangled in the wires &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at around 6.30 with a cramp in my left calf, having that when you're half asleep sucks because you don't know what to do since your mind isn't alert. so i don't know why but i guess it was the best thing to do, i called for my mom. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom(from kitchen): "wake up already?"&lt;br /&gt;me(lying on my bed): "...mummy!"&lt;br /&gt;no response&lt;br /&gt;me: "mummy!!"&lt;br /&gt;mom: "you're gonna be late-"&lt;br /&gt;me: "MUMMY!! WO2 DE4 JIAO3 CHOU1 JIN1 LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't know if i said that or not because i don't know what i'm talking about when i'm half asleep/awake, jin can vouch for me =). oh, and leon too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i could still get out of house by 6.40 something, and i reached the lobby and found out that i was early by 3 seconds before velda came out. YAY! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, slept through the whole chinese lesson because we had to do this assignment thing and everyone was totally unmotivated...like...seriously. i tried so hard to do but fell asleep instead &gt;&lt;. azriel woke me up before the teacher came and inspected us lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of the day went on quite uneventfully...oh. THEN WE GOT THE SMS THAT ASTRO WAS CANCELLED! GUITAR HERO THE WHOLE DAY WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, raymond, azriel, velda and mary came over to my house for guitar hero after eating lunch at central. oh, velda was trying to place her order in chinese and it was epic fail. LOL! then the lady asked me if i wanted don't know what to go with our orders and i just kept staring at mary with the "WHAT THE HELL IS SHE SAYING?" face HAHAHA! i guess we shouldn't eat at stalls with chinese speaking bosses anymore. then the guy came over and asked me whether we wanted drinks, then i said greentea, but when i asked everyone else and they said no, i just looked at the guy and said, "orh then jiu4 bu4 yao4 le4". made everyone burst out in laughter lah &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azriel went crazy on the drums, kept hitting extra notes cus he was playing the song with his drummer knowledge haha. then he sang hotel california and it was another epic fail. HAHAHAAHA! should get the video from velda's phone XD. i really think i should save up and buy another guitar. 3 people starting to get boring sia. xbox hanged halfway..oh no..is this another sign of the RED RING OF DEATH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played halo 3 afterwards, i don't know why but everytime we play as a group people start laughing cus of don't know what reasons lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRO STARGAZING TRIP TOMORROW&gt;! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1916470096087804014?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1916470096087804014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1916470096087804014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1916470096087804014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1916470096087804014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1916470096087804014' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-6759298329990200295</id><published>2009-04-03T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:54:04.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. bloody crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI, Geog tutorial and essay, econs essays on price equilibrium, maths sigma and recurrance relation, physics FA on kinematics, chinese assignment and geography test, ALL DUE TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework overload. i haven't even finished 50% of it and its 12.52am now. cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight no need to sleep already haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-6759298329990200295?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/6759298329990200295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=6759298329990200295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6759298329990200295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/6759298329990200295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6759298329990200295' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-1816758449695535282</id><published>2009-04-01T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:40:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, by the way, the words in my sketch aren't mine. as in, i didn't think of them. they're actually lyrics from a song from this band called Amber Pacific, i just drew the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched confessions of a shopaholic today, it was okay haha, all the usual morals and stuff from a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is getting stressful =( and osel told me that there'll be a haircheck tomorrow. BAHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-1816758449695535282?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/1816758449695535282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=1816758449695535282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1816758449695535282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/1816758449695535282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1816758449695535282' title=''/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899804695215734163.post-4047770158161456945</id><published>2009-03-30T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:22:49.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you lost it all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SdCrCqvAa3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/eKYuLlpb-Jg/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318939222244092786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SdCrCqvAa3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/eKYuLlpb-Jg/s200/DSC03537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for all of my friends who have been hiding behind the masks that they created for themselves all these while. yeah, its just a reminder that&lt;em&gt; you can't hide behind what you don't know&lt;/em&gt;. so if you're hiding behind one of your masks, make sure you know what it represents =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899804695215734163-4047770158161456945?l=ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/feeds/4047770158161456945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899804695215734163&amp;postID=4047770158161456945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4047770158161456945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899804695215734163/posts/default/4047770158161456945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmygawditsablawg.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4047770158161456945' title='have you lost it all?'/><author><name>metares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17061437741362653019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XTUwg-z2dBA/SdCrCqvAa3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/eKYuLlpb-Jg/s72-c/DSC03537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
