<?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-3035328314402328259</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:28:00.829+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='S-L'/><category term='Good Friday'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Crap / Jokes'/><category term='Happy Happy (for once)'/><category term='SNGS-HCI Exchange Program'/><category term='Pissa Off'/><category term='Catechesis'/><category term='Essay'/><category term='Shoutout'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='New Year Resolutions'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Journalism Course'/><category term='MSN Convo'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='Song lyrics'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Camp Re:ACT'/><category term='Chronology'/><category term='15slc'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Emo-ish post'/><category term='In Memoriam'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Random Outburst'/><category term='14slc'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='(.100)'/><category term='Bleurgh'/><category term='Third Year &apos; Class Two'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Nick. My Blog.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-1519545290476858242</id><published>2010-06-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:12:07.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><title type='text'>两样 (Two Things)</title><content type='html'>Pre-University Seminar. Majodi 2010. It'll be etched with me to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to mugging. Hiatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-1519545290476858242?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1519545290476858242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1519545290476858242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1519545290476858242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1519545290476858242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-things.html' title='两样 (Two Things)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-5690410259482231090</id><published>2010-05-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:12:27.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Outburst'/><title type='text'>永远十七 (Seventeen Forever)</title><content type='html'>Well, okay, Happy birthday to me, yet again. Pre-Uni Seminar is killing me, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, Brenda's concert wasn't bad! Go for it Saints CO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-5690410259482231090?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5690410259482231090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5690410259482231090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5690410259482231090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5690410259482231090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/seventeen-forever.html' title='永远十七 (Seventeen Forever)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-2931804012107903877</id><published>2010-04-14T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:22:20.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>这一次，我最后的跳高 (The last leap of my life)</title><content type='html'>Well, indeed, now I can say, Red Bull does give you wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the tension as you walk through the stadium, knowing full well that this is the last competition of your life. Imagine walking down a road which you know you will never be able to walk through anymore. You have the gut feeling that something will happen to you, something will happen at the high jump pit on this day. Then the memories come back. Three years ago, on the same high jump pit, I failed to meet everyone's expectations, jumping a height of 1.48m, and failing to cross the next height, 1.53m. I attained 15th position, and I felt really sore, it was as if you worked and slogged your entire guys out just to jhave a label placed on you - failure. I was expected to cross a height of 1.58m. I expected less of myself - 1.53m - and I placed all my strength into this, my entire determination. I failed, I failed, I failed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subsequently, I placed even more effort into training - sacrificing my Term 1 results in Secondary 3. In Term 2, I managed to maintain a balance between the two, and I placed in effort in entirety during the June holidays, only to be told my juniors overtook me, and I was not the best for the job. Even worse, I fell down - and I still remembered the date, 23 June 2008 (the first day of term 3) - and this, once again, took yet another tool on my results, not being able to write for nuts. Needless to say, I failed my Secondary 3, and had to take the re-examination. I finally went back to train in the middle of November, and thanks to my injury, which manifested itself as a nerve/ligament/tendon injury (the doctors are unsure, but they suspect it is a tendon or ligament, yet we cannot rule out the nerve), I could not not write much for nuts. My results suffered even more as a result, until luring the beginning of Term 3, one week after my grandfather's death, Dr. Hon called me up, and he suggested me dropping chemistry. My parents took 2 weeks to consider, but I knew I had made my decision. I was not going to be Science student, that was decided by the end of Secondary 2. "Drop Chemistry" was the term surrounding my that particular decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet again, I was prevented from training, forbidden to go back to training until after the GCE 'O' Levels High Chinese Paper, and after THIMUN (working as an admin staff - of which I nicely attained a fever during that period). The date was the 25th of November, and I continued training into the December holidays, juggling between Track and OM (Odyssey of the Mind) - I never could have placed my 100% into anything. Through orientation, I was able to train, but when my timetable came out, alas! I could not train, for the timings clashed with my timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, back to the track. I had crossed the 1.75m mark (1cm below my previous personal best) and now was 1.80m. The odds were all against me. I had only trained once in the past two months. I was the shortest of all 15-or-so competitors, and high jump is a sport where your height affects how high you can jump. I had the emotional baggage of failure at the exact same spot, three years ago. The entire school was watching me. My friends from other schools knew I was jumping. Ah, heck. I ran, I did not cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had a second attempt. All these went through my mind as I drank the last sip of Red Bull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Competitor Number 2-7-6! Second attempt!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My senior whacked me on the back, and said, "You better f***ing cross this. Do your best!" And with grace silence, I nodded and walked out. Everything was running through my brain. I had a lifetime's worth of setbacks, some controllable, for the lot of the rest, not. "Nicholas," I told myself, "Today's your last chance. Just cross that bloody height." I lifted my eyes to the heavens, and the school held their breath as I started running. As I entered into the last step, all the thoughts of failure vanquished, and the moment was crystal clear in my mind. Every ounce of energy, every sweat, every determination, was placed into the strength of thighs as I lifted myself up, and off the ground. I saw my head cross the pole, but I was unsure, and I kicked my legs back through to my body. The bar did not shake. The bar did not drop. Yet it did not register in my head. Hwa Chong screamed her song of exhilaration, and it finally kicked in. I flipped myself into the standing position and screamed. It was as if my whole life had led to this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a failure no longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-2931804012107903877?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2931804012107903877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=2931804012107903877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2931804012107903877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2931804012107903877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-leap-of-my-life.html' title='这一次，我最后的跳高 (The last leap of my life)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-6167391380194796431</id><published>2010-04-02T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:57:55.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friday'/><title type='text'>十字架 (Cross)</title><content type='html'>We adore thee, oh Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;We adore and bless thee&lt;br /&gt;For by the wood of the Holy Cross&lt;br /&gt;You have redeemed the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-6167391380194796431?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6167391380194796431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6167391380194796431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6167391380194796431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6167391380194796431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/cross.html' title='十字架 (Cross)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4826591935521315999</id><published>2010-03-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:47:52.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Outburst'/><title type='text'>妈妈，祝你生日快乐！(Mum, happy birthday!)</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday mum! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4826591935521315999?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4826591935521315999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4826591935521315999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4826591935521315999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4826591935521315999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/mum-happy-birthday.html' title='妈妈，祝你生日快乐！(Mum, happy birthday!)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3664341944304289222</id><published>2010-02-13T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:08:53.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutout'/><title type='text'>我的天 (Oh My -)</title><content type='html'>Okay this comes a little bit late, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ARES WON THE FAC DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-R-E-S. MAKE SOME NOISEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE GOD OF WAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-3664341944304289222?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3664341944304289222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=3664341944304289222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3664341944304289222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3664341944304289222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my.html' title='我的天 (Oh My -)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4277812677299087625</id><published>2010-02-09T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:36:27.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(.100)'/><title type='text'>你怎么表达希望？(How do you express hope?)</title><content type='html'>How do you describe hope?&lt;br /&gt;Most would describe hope as "A flame in the darkness, a flame which gives out light."&lt;br /&gt;The recent movie titled "I Am Legend", ended with the sentence, "Light in the dark." signifying that of which hope is a point of light.&lt;br /&gt;But as grandfather's coffin went along the tracks which would lead to his cremation, I pictured hope being extinguished by a big burning candle. I pictured hope extinguished by a big burning flame, where the irony of light was no longer hope.&lt;br /&gt;I pictured a big flame engulfing grandfather's white-clad coffin, and that flame burned through the entire coffin.&lt;br /&gt;It took it out, bit-by-bit.&lt;br /&gt;Flesh turned to ash.&lt;br /&gt;White turned to black.&lt;br /&gt;The ashes which would come back to me would not be a grandfather I would recognize.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a grandfather I do not wish to see anymore, because it was a grandfather which I could never envision would look like.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a grandfather I never would understand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It was a grandfather I could not ask any more questions about.&lt;br /&gt;It was a grandfather I wanted but could never regain back.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is represented as a candle flame.&lt;br /&gt;My hope was extinguished by a candle flame.&lt;br /&gt;The scene played back time by time, mocking me, reminding me the burden of caring for a grandmother, for a family, was finally placed upon my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;This was the day reality set in.&lt;br /&gt;This was the day I finally accepted sharing the burden with my father.&lt;br /&gt;Both men of the family cried the loudest that day.&lt;br /&gt;Both heirs to a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;Both had their hope extinguished by this giant candle flame.&lt;br /&gt;Both screamed, but he never was going to come back.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if hope was a block of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Ice melts slowly each minute, just like my grandfather was slipping through my hands and my grip and my presence each day.&lt;br /&gt;Ice melts almost immediately, if not with immediate effect, when placed next to a candle flame.&lt;br /&gt;This was my hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope was a block of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Ice melts.&lt;br /&gt;Hope gently fades away.&lt;br /&gt;How do you describe hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4277812677299087625?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4277812677299087625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4277812677299087625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4277812677299087625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4277812677299087625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-express-hope.html' title='你怎么表达希望？(How do you express hope?)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-6714964016452333296</id><published>2010-02-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:10:53.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleurgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Happy (for once)'/><title type='text'>爱 (Love)</title><content type='html'>"Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope, and patience never fail. Love is eternal. there are inspired messages, but they are temporary; there are gifts of speaking in strange tongues, but they will cease; there is knowledge, but it will pass." - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a day of many firsts. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-6714964016452333296?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6714964016452333296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6714964016452333296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6714964016452333296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6714964016452333296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='爱 (Love)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-8686832915385898375</id><published>2010-01-31T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:40:52.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutout'/><title type='text'>想念 (Reminisce)</title><content type='html'>I miss..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for you to guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8686832915385898375?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8686832915385898375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8686832915385898375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8686832915385898375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8686832915385898375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminisce.html' title='想念 (Reminisce)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-5414363155131576064</id><published>2010-01-27T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:20:17.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>14 点 (Fourteen points)</title><content type='html'>Heh. All the OM meetings are leaving me shed and tired, but still, I'm going to go on. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is going to be a quote-worthy post, as it going to orientation tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(OG4 FTW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. For the sake of His sorrowful passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world. [From the Divine Mercy Chaplet]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ens et bonum convertuntur (Translation: Being and good are convertible) [Pope John Paul II, Theology of the Body Lectures]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Train yourself to let go of everything you learn to lose [Yoda, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You must unlearn what you have learnt [Yoda, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Change always comes bearing gifts [Price Pritchett]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all [Lord Alfred Tennyson]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I am always ready to learn, but I do not always like being taught [Sir Winston Churchill]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. [Sir Winston Churchill]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Life is the art of drawing without an eraser [John Gardner]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When giving an apology, any performance lower than an A doesn't cut it [Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The teaching goes on. [Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops [Henry Adams]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. What if you got it back? [Mitch Albom, For One More Day]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Why, for every hair on your head has been counted; so you need not be afraid; you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows [Matthew 10:30-31]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay here's my favourite extract from (.100):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Imagine standing at the lectern, and reading out the reading at your grandfather's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine placing out a big and good front in front of the rest of the congregration.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine staring the audience in the face, and telling them it's going to be okay, it's going to be reassuring for the family to know that of which there is life after death.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine telling them that you believe that there is a God, and telling everyone that he will save your grandfather, when you have no certainty that he will go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine looking from the lectern, reading the readings, when all you notice is the white coffin in the middle of the main aisle.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you have to make a speech to a crowd, and they listen to you attentively, but you are the only one not listening.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the one person you wish to see you make that speech, read that extract of the bible, and that person will remain silent forever, and never will praise you for whatever you have done.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the one person you made a speech for, and that person will never be able to hear it, never be moved by it.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine feeling empty reading a hopeful piece of artwork.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine spreading your love to someone who isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine reading with vigor, but your heart remains empty, and spent.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine feeling tired before you stand up at the lectern to read those readings.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine just standing up there, making a speech, when all that's going through your mind is that, "I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Imagine wanting to stand at a podium and cry instead of delivering your speech.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine wanting to stare at the crowd whose eyes are transfixed upon you, and you wanted to scream at them, you want to scream into every single face, saying, "Stop looking at me with your pitiful stares! You know nothing of how I feel!"&lt;br /&gt;Imagine making a speech, just for only one audience.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine reading those readings, and the meaning of it is nothingness to you, unless you could bring him back up.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine happiness vanquishing away with each word uttered through the microphone stashed in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your mind split from your soul. It does the daily things required by a person, yet you feel as if your presence is not there, it wants to be somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine accepting the reality that of which the someone in the white box is never going to sit up again, yet wanting him to do the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine brimming with hope, yet extinguished even further with each word.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sending a different message with a speech, but only one member of the audience would understand.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine taking a whole speech to mean, "I am sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being really sorry. &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/3035328314402328259-5414363155131576064?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5414363155131576064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5414363155131576064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5414363155131576064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5414363155131576064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/14-fourteen-points.html' title='14 点 (Fourteen points)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-7895759026980201952</id><published>2010-01-22T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:53:18.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>点一零零 (Point One Zero Zero)</title><content type='html'>Well, shouldn't I not be here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these days I should really come back to this blog and start posting super long posts like I used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, school has seemed to already have started and I don't think I will have time to post much, considering what I'm doing. But yeah. OM's been cool and whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was that play again? Santa goes to Arabia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of makes sense, when you have a Santa Claus rolling down the Chimney and some singing "Money Money Money" inside the script. It's super hilarious, you should go watch it. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm really bored here and I'm taking a break from writing my book, which was like, somehow long overdue (I started it yesterday, and I have someone to thank to give me the inspiration. Heh. Thanks FAC :D) Heh. I shall not tell that fac "I owe you big time" because I already do. So if you're seeing this, I DO SAY THANK YOU DUDE. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I've finally decided on a title to call this book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It shall be called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"(.100)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISN'T THAT COOL DUDES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh and by the way, it's pronounced as POINT ONE ZERO ZERO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's detailing the next 100 days after the book "11 Months 11 Days"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT BAD RIGHT. COOL RIGHT COOL RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently as of this post, it's 1779 words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT BAD RIGHT, CONSIDERING I JUST STARTED IT YESTERDAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say yes please :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerios then! Byee!&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/3035328314402328259-7895759026980201952?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7895759026980201952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=7895759026980201952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7895759026980201952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7895759026980201952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/point-one-zero-zero.html' title='点一零零 (Point One Zero Zero)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-470369308906921666</id><published>2010-01-05T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:15:07.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>饮水思源 (Remembering the good done to us)</title><content type='html'>So I wait and I see&lt;div&gt;What is up today for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I look into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing bright colours in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green and green, they match the scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many red cars, they zoom by me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A slap in the back and I wake up from my dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn behind, well, Golly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you walked down the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I see you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sight to behold, more than a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the reality standing right next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept silent, knowing my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept moving, following your pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three and three, we then see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great many peoples on the seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus walking up those pearly gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking down, a green escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trench of long awaiting for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pause to catch our breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sit down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to nature's sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As arms then wrapped around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engulfing me in all their glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat back and felt the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking, "God, I thank you so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The treetops cheer and sing with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they know what's in store for thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All roads end, as all roads lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sit down at the end of the route&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As fleeting cross into the divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt of thoughts of past times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lights move out and see me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures flash, as on cue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember a past time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When even I thought it was divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know now what is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is now, as foretolds yield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is so real, the sense ignite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primal achievements that are fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, no, something's wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cry, a sniffle, oh, so strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone felt the same as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feelings gush out, worse than thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A heart sank, a grief pang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh damnit, what the dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to comfort, time to scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be there, as so it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fret not, fear not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For fear is there, without God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time shall pass, as you may see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I say, one day it'll make you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we climb up the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To some place called silent hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where no one is here to sit with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except the ants, who want their lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun shines high and so we must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we will walk away from thus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sat to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wait along the seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A surprise I thought I'd never get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave it to me, yet in that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along Fable's road we seem to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A road we walk uphill again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the pant and the short breaths till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walk down again as a hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we realise, it's wrong for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And walk back up and we see a trail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We follow it down, worrying no frail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not lighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet it's not night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should be safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun is in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a meal for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With cheese to bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids and unkids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their bodies' bids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster rhyme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decide not where to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We climb back up to darkness moor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon a log we sat on three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fought so much for pages three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One gave in on a promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to read in front of monster's senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we moved to planes afar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jettisoned souls, to Hong Kong depart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sit and watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And doing what friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could never have done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anxiety reigns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And calms the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which roars a pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear and trembles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside you reign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calm a story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it must be told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must behold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it's fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magical daylights light up my night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-470369308906921666?l=busy-day-busy-life.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-3035328314402328259.post-7299039290534735847</id><published>2009-12-26T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:57:19.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>让我们来崇拜他 (Oh, Come Let Us Adore Him)</title><content type='html'>Venite Adoremus;&lt;div&gt;Venite Adoremus;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venite Adoremus;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda had a good Christmas this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-7299039290534735847?l=busy-day-busy-life.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-3035328314402328259.post-527787839120590398</id><published>2009-12-05T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:52:00.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>(终于)完成 ((Finally) Finished!)</title><content type='html'>This MV is so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick By Boring Brick. (Paramore FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A63VwWz1ij0&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/A63VwWz1ij0&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay I know I'm pretty much late in posting this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY FIRST BOOK IS COMPLETED! Just sent the novel to the publishers to publish it, and guess what? It's going to take EIGHT fricking weeks before it can be published (or even before the confirmation letter is being sent to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to bet that I can finish a novella/novel (depending on whether you base a novel by a word count or not) in this period! I believe I can finish it earlier than them! (And I'm going to reward myself with Ice-cream if I'm going to beat this target) - Perhaps I can. I just finished 1/12 of the book in uh, 3 hours? (Okay I know that is damn slow, but still, I KNOW I CAN DO IT! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck la, I'm just aiming for about 24 000 words, can send in as a novella already. :D SENDING IN ANOTHER NOVELLA BEFORE THEY CAN EVEN CONFIRM MY NOVEL. I'LL BEAT YOU TO THAT PUBLSISHER, GIVE YOU ANOTHER BOOK TO CONSIDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Working Title: One Final Leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and mental note: To remind myself to send the confirmation contact list to Denise for the Cat. Class Chalet, and to start planning for 15th SLC YCB Outing (Which should be around second - next or third week in December &lt;more people="" want="" an="" outing="" anyway="" and="" also="" the="" 14th="" slc=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know holiday's been boring. Just Higher Chinese, and after which, training, training and more training (and for the first time in ages (or perhaps forever) when Lester and me go to training, we go on time together!) Let's all chiong for next year's Nationals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to leave with a verse which I cannot get out of my mind (though all you Latin-haters out there will hate this phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ens et bonum convertuntur" - Pope John Paul II, Theology of the Body Lectures&lt;br /&gt;(Being and good are convertible)&lt;br /&gt;- I used this in my novel as well ;D&lt;/more&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-527787839120590398?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/527787839120590398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=527787839120590398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/527787839120590398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/527787839120590398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-finished.html' title='(终于)完成 ((Finally) Finished!)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1467907353901347682</id><published>2009-11-18T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:08:27.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>停止 (Stop)</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry guys, haven't been updating my blog in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was HCL.&lt;br /&gt;Then was slacking period.&lt;br /&gt;Now THIMUN, but I'm sick, so I didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I won't be posting much (for the moment) because of two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm pretty much lazy.&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to finish my goddamned (ok I shouldn't have typed that) story by the end of this month. It's about to finish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm finished, you will see this blog liven up again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-1467907353901347682?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1467907353901347682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1467907353901347682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1467907353901347682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1467907353901347682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop.html' title='停止 (Stop)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-2932859082015929977</id><published>2009-11-11T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:17:52.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>二是二 (Twenty-two)</title><content type='html'>Anyone who can guess the place mentioned in the poem will get a free lunch from me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person you see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't notice me when I come your way&lt;br /&gt;Come meet me in Assisi where I profess my love&lt;br /&gt;Where twenty-two angels stand with Christ&lt;br /&gt;As I see you in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come meet me, in Assisi&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no logical fallacy&lt;br /&gt;You, and I, we hold each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;Meet me tonight, under the real cross&lt;br /&gt;Where I will take you to flight, upon my horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-2932859082015929977?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2932859082015929977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=2932859082015929977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2932859082015929977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2932859082015929977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/twenty-two.html' title='二是二 (Twenty-two)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4894382200557358188</id><published>2009-10-30T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:50:14.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>爱 (L.O.V.E.  Letters of Love)</title><content type='html'>Roses are Red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are Blue&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is Sweet&lt;br /&gt;And so are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are Red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are Blue&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sender&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person you see everyday&lt;br /&gt;But you don't notice me when I come your way&lt;br /&gt;I saved you from slipping on the banana peel&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote this to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you in your white, pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I wondered, how could I ever be able to impress?&lt;br /&gt;A girl like you, so beautiful and fine&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice, if you were mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Were both two world apart&lt;br /&gt;But look where fate brought us&lt;br /&gt;And now you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were tough to start with&lt;br /&gt;And love was such a chore&lt;br /&gt;You were so close yet so far&lt;br /&gt;It left my heart so sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as destiny would have it&lt;br /&gt;Love would find her way&lt;br /&gt;For now I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And I am here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are Red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are Blue&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is Sweet&lt;br /&gt;And I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4894382200557358188?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4894382200557358188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4894382200557358188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4894382200557358188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4894382200557358188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-letters-of-love.html' title='爱 (L.O.V.E.  Letters of Love)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-6011048586125689896</id><published>2009-10-04T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:06:18.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>‘华中子弟‘ (Son of Hwa Chong)</title><content type='html'>This guy: Edward Low (3H303) really is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING BETTER TO DO BEFORE EXAMS IS IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was a response to Dr. Hon's SMB Message on "Whether we should ban Mousehunt?" as too many students are clicking the mousehunt horn once every 15min on their phones in class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly agree that the school should ban MouseHunt, as it is a potentially heavy distraction during and after school hours, that would distract us from our studies. Following which, I strongly feel that the school should be thorough in its policy of taking care of students and their results, and thus I would like to propose a ban on girlfriends. Young Hwa Chong gentlemen should practice abstinence, not only in sex, but also in relationships. Not only are they heavily time consuming, they are also very emotionally draining and may cause Hwa Chong gentlemen to SMS during class. My God, we certainly don't want that do we? Furthermore if we take into all those useless dates and Instant Messaging that must certainly transpire between the Young Hwa Chong Gentleman and the girlfriend, we must admit it is not only a lot more time consuming, but a lot more dangerous than clicking a button every 15 minutes. It may even lead to underage sex, and dear God we don't want that do we? HCJC has the highest pregnancy rate in Singapore, thus I feel we should nip that problem right in the bud here in High School. Dear everyone who has a girlfriend: Get a life! There's more to a student's life than developing meaningful relationships and doing random things. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for not studying at least 12 hours a day and watching the Grand National Parade of China at least 46 times on what will soon be left of the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stupidly went to edit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: this post is not directed at Dr Hon but at students who dare suggest that a specific game should be banned and not the others. Who are you to pass judgement on games in the name of altruism? I believe Dr Hon is genuinely concerned about our results, but I can hardly believe you are concerned about mine. So to prevent any more Facebook stupidity; What I typed previously was to highlight what it seems like to pass judgement on something with a purely pragmatic viewpoint. If you don't enjoy it, think a little bit before you slam a game as having "no life" or that it should be "banned".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Edward Low (3H303) Kind sir, I suggest that you retain in Sec. 3 for &lt;br /&gt;a year to relearn how to give a rational comment from your teachers &lt;br /&gt;before you post it. If you are really concerned about your studies, &lt;br /&gt;you should not be writing an irrational comment on the SMB that will &lt;br /&gt;be bound to arouse the anger of the entire population. You should be &lt;br /&gt;studying, like the entire HC population is doing right now, rather &lt;br /&gt;than watching the National Parade of China 46 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit too free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD LOW GO AND MUG YOUR HEAD OFF LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/he is really Ris Low's evil twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel embarrassed to be from Hwa Chong right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-6011048586125689896?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6011048586125689896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6011048586125689896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6011048586125689896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6011048586125689896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/son-of-hwa-chong.html' title='‘华中子弟‘ (Son of Hwa Chong)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-7232575774021114523</id><published>2009-10-01T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:29:04.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>三个人，共同庆祝生日 (Three people, celebrating their birthdays together)</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAK!&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AARON KOH.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-7232575774021114523?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7232575774021114523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=7232575774021114523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7232575774021114523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7232575774021114523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-people-celebrating-their.html' title='三个人，共同庆祝生日 (Three people, celebrating their birthdays together)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-5558288768310954924</id><published>2009-09-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:15:27.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutout'/><title type='text'>发烧 (Fever)</title><content type='html'>This shall be the same as my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you told your mum this morning that you felt feverish and then she didn't believe you and made you go to school. Then you keep feeling cold and feverish. After flag raising you took your temperature and found out you had a fever. Then you called home to tell your mum that you're going back because you had a fever. Time to say, "I told you so." =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of explains everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-5558288768310954924?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5558288768310954924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5558288768310954924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5558288768310954924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5558288768310954924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/fever.html' title='发烧 (Fever)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-9098547302844882611</id><published>2009-09-01T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:47:10.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronology'/><title type='text'>饮水思源 (Remembering one's past)</title><content type='html'>Kyrie eleison. Lord Have Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison. Lord Have Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison. Christ Have Mercy&lt;br /&gt;Christe eleison. Christ Have Mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurie eleison. Lord Have Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie eleison. Lord Have Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song keeps getting stuck in my head. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY DUDES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok well, I shouldn't be calling them dudes, but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was BLK-ing again. As usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! I finally went back to MSHS after like, 1 year! (Eh well, it really is one year.) And then met Ms. Ng but didn't meet 周老师, because she was somewhere far far inside the hall, and I had to leave for Pasir Ris before the school's dismissal time of 1-plus p.m. But nevermind. I'll be back next year during CNY! So keep a BBQ spot for me next year Ms. Ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Grace to her Primary school (Coral). :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Coral Primary was really nice! (Yes yes Grace I know I'm saying this.) But yes, it's really colourful and looks more like a Primary school than MSHS. It's just too far away from my house for the likes of my parents to let me study there. But nevermind. Next year hope you'll be able to see your teachers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I hope those people will stop arguing. Politics, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It cannot be seconded." - Joseph Ratzinger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-9098547302844882611?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9098547302844882611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=9098547302844882611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/9098547302844882611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/9098547302844882611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-ones-past.html' title='饮水思源 (Remembering one&apos;s past)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-5525489930786354633</id><published>2009-08-28T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:14:12.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>缘分 (Affinity)</title><content type='html'>Damnit. I seem to have an affinity with Tan Tock Seng Hospital. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and in case you can't find me blogging, that means that the dumb blogger javascript is down, as usual. Twitter'll come in handy these days. :D.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-5525489930786354633?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5525489930786354633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5525489930786354633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5525489930786354633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5525489930786354633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/affinity.html' title='缘分 (Affinity)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-2124648246638928961</id><published>2009-08-09T10:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:36:48.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'>我认为不同 (I thought different)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really haven't posted in a long time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just realised how 1 month can change a hell lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, just one small action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did this mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back one year ago on August the 1st, I remembered going to Tan Tock Seng Hospital, and then running to the ward (was it 8C? Or was it 13B?) And at that point of time I was still having my hand in a cast. I walked over and saw my grandfather, and that was the last time I heard his voice, and it was grumbling about the fact that we were extremely naggy (I still remembered he hated nagging.) It was just the start of a whole big story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to past the 7th of July. It was tiring, and I never seemed to get enough sleep. The wake, the funeral, the cremation, the placing of the bones of the skull, the sleeping, the going back to school. And boy, did I have a lot to catch up. After which was the Projects' Day Semis. Great to hear that both projects got into the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward further. School's becoming a gambling den. Or at least my class. Every single day they play blackjack (Not that I don't as well) but the bets become increasingly bigger for each person. I still stick to a maximum of 50 cents. (: And then we play and play and play. With the exception of if there is a test on that day. And speaking of tests, the chunk of them is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward even further. National Day. We all wore class T-Shirt Out on Friday. Then later I'm going to National Day. &gt;.&lt; Super sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EGO sententia EGO invisus vos. EGO sum rumex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-2124648246638928961?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2124648246638928961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=2124648246638928961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2124648246638928961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2124648246638928961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-really-havent-posted-in-long-time.html' title='我认为不同 (I thought different)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-912037623231492008</id><published>2009-07-07T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:36:56.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'>再见，公公 (Goodbye, Grandpa)</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Grandpa. I'll miss you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Why, every hair on your head has been counted. So there is no need to be afraid; you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows." - Matthew 10:30-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll really miss you. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only now I realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-912037623231492008?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/912037623231492008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=912037623231492008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/912037623231492008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/912037623231492008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-grandpa.html' title='再见，公公 (Goodbye, Grandpa)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1997162360939017142</id><published>2009-06-25T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:42:37.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'>安心走吧，MJ (Rest In Peace, MJ)</title><content type='html'>There's A Place In&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That It Is Love&lt;br /&gt;And This Place Could&lt;br /&gt;Be Much&lt;br /&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And If You Really Try&lt;br /&gt;You'll Find There's No Need&lt;br /&gt;To Cry&lt;br /&gt;In This Place You'll Feel&lt;br /&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are Ways&lt;br /&gt;To Get There&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Want To Know Why&lt;br /&gt;There's A Love That&lt;br /&gt;Cannot Lie&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Strong&lt;br /&gt;It Only Cares For&lt;br /&gt;Joyful Giving&lt;br /&gt;If We Try&lt;br /&gt;We Shall See&lt;br /&gt;In This Bliss&lt;br /&gt;We Cannot Feel&lt;br /&gt;Fear Or Dread&lt;br /&gt;We Stop Existing And&lt;br /&gt;Start Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then It Feels That Always&lt;br /&gt;Love's Enough For&lt;br /&gt;Us Growing&lt;br /&gt;So Make A Better World&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Dream We Were&lt;br /&gt;Conceived In&lt;br /&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face&lt;br /&gt;And The World We&lt;br /&gt;Once Believed In&lt;br /&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace&lt;br /&gt;Then Why Do We Keep&lt;br /&gt;Strangling Life&lt;br /&gt;Wound This Earth&lt;br /&gt;Crucify Its Soul&lt;br /&gt;Though It's Plain To See&lt;br /&gt;This World Is Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;Be God's Glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Could Fly So High&lt;br /&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die&lt;br /&gt;In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;I Feel You Are All&lt;br /&gt;My Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Create A World With&lt;br /&gt;No Fear&lt;br /&gt;Together We'll Cry&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tears&lt;br /&gt;See The Nations Turn&lt;br /&gt;Their Swords&lt;br /&gt;Into Plowshares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Could Really Get There&lt;br /&gt;If You Cared Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Little Space&lt;br /&gt;To Make A Better Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;And The Entire Human Race&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Are People Dying&lt;br /&gt;If You Care Enough&lt;br /&gt;For The Living&lt;br /&gt;Make A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;For You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;You And For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(MJ's Heal the World)&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;R.I.P Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your contribution (and general quirkness) shall never be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-1997162360939017142?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1997162360939017142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1997162360939017142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1997162360939017142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1997162360939017142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-rest-in-peace-mj.html' title='安心走吧，MJ (Rest In Peace, MJ)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-6511237129249506550</id><published>2009-06-24T23:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:37:05.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15slc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>一整天的游戏 (A full day of games)</title><content type='html'>I see the king of glory&lt;br /&gt;Coming on the clouds with fire&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth shakes&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see his love and mercy&lt;br /&gt;Washing over all our sin&lt;br /&gt;The people sing&lt;br /&gt;The people sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a generation&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to take their place&lt;br /&gt;With selfless faith&lt;br /&gt;With selfless faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a near revival&lt;br /&gt;Stirring as we pray and seek&lt;br /&gt;We're on our knees&lt;br /&gt;We're on our knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to love like you have loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart from what breaks yours&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am for your kingdoms cause&lt;br /&gt;As I go from nothing to&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest&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;I just came back from the BBQ-cum-gathering! It was seriously hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept using the wallet attack on Cherrypoo. (I'm insisting on calling her that no matter what)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at the beginning, we (as in Chunyat and me) were at AMK MRT and then we were starting to wait for Cheryl and Joel. Both were late, and the both of us reached there at 10.45, approximately 15 minutes before the stipulated meeting time. Cheryl arrived at 11.05am. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Jasmin, Luke, and Hamka at Bedok. Then on the bus (196) we were teasing Cheryl till everyone started laughing. :D (And boy was she so pissed she sat right at the back of the bus, ignoring us.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached Parkway Parade, and bought all the foodstuffs. Then met Jeth and Julaina oppostie parkway, transferred the stuff into from the plastic bag into the ice-pail. Then even better than that - the empty plastic bags flew around the street. Cheryl went to go pick it up ("Plastic Bag Queen!") and we were snapping photos of her. Then the few of us trodded off (slowly, step by step) to Macs at East Coast Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there, Hamka and his ox-penis, Joel and his Princess Joke, And my Mayo joke went wild around the place. Everyone was looking at Ashraf's (belated) birthday present. It was damn funny, Barbie Doll and female remote controller wrapped in a men's sock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went bowling 'cos it was still drizzling a little. We (Joel, me, Yilin, Jeth) called ourselves the "Strikers' Team" 'cos we were the only fellows (on our side) that scored a strike. However, after the strike, our results would go down the drain, like -- (0),-4 (4) etc. Damn sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hamka was the most funny. He rolled his ball slowly, and then the ball kept going down the drain. However there was one of his scores, which was like this:&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;Which meant a 10, a strike. So we included him in the striker's club (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashraf arrived, and we gave him his birthday present. He was like, "What on earth is this?" and it was overall damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycled from East Coast Park to somewhere near Changi after that. Whee. The breeze was cool, given that I've only ridden on a two-wheeled bike once before, (during Confi chalet) and I didn't dare ride fast then. (The actual motivation for riding fast was looking at the dogs). But even so it was damn shiok. Made a U-Turn, and went back to return the bikes, and thus proceeding to our BBQ (the highlight of the day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the best part. We were deciding how to use it, and Cedric, Ervin, Joel, Ashraf and the rest of us were trying of ways to start the fire, dethaw the food, place them onto skewers etc. and we took a long time to do that. And after that, we decided that our fire was just too small, the coals were not hot enough, and so (after Cedric Yilin Ervin Shaw Shian left), we decided to burn tissue paper, paper plates, sausages, fish balls, Marshmallows, and even ice. It was damn hilarious, and people around thought we were crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't bother to clear the charcoal and the burnt stuff after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Zhengxiang, Joel and me took a lift from Cheryl's father back to AMK. (Thanks Uncle and Auntie) and Joel and me said goodbye at AMK MRT Station, thus marking the end of a brilliant 15SLC Youth Council B Outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures can't be uploaded, I don't know why. But nevermind, they're on FB (:&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/3035328314402328259-6511237129249506550?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6511237129249506550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6511237129249506550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6511237129249506550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6511237129249506550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-see-king-of-glory-coming-on-clouds.html' title='一整天的游戏 (A full day of games)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-6179185873589661508</id><published>2009-06-19T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:10:09.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>天主，天主，我！(Father, Father, I!)</title><content type='html'>Pater noster, qui es in caelis,&lt;br /&gt;sanctificetur nomen tuum.&lt;br /&gt;Adveniat regnum tuum.&lt;br /&gt;Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.&lt;br /&gt;Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,   &lt;br /&gt;et dimitte nobis debita nostra,             &lt;br /&gt;sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. &lt;br /&gt;Et ne nos inducas in tentationem:&lt;br /&gt;sed libera nos a malo. Amen.&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;I had a scary dream two nights ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (That is the co-workers) and me got a new boss. We trusted this boss, as this boss seemed to know everything. He knew what to do, where to find things, and the only thing is that he always had his head covered. He was a really mysterious person. He asked a great deal about our family life, and about this, and about that. I remembered one point where he did ask about all the private stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was in this sort of hypnotised state. I couldn't resist the lure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet he still remained mysterious, and I got more worried, and yet again I could not understand why I kept listening to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The questions became more and more private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was this point, where he asked me a question (I can't exactly remember what was it, but it kind of sounded like, "Can you help me defeat the God of all creation?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hesitated for a second, as the lure was too powerful. I almost said yes, I will. But something stopped me halfway, and I felt, as though, yes, I might want to be there, but NO, I cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart gave way, so I listened to my rational mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"STOP IT. I WILL NOT BETRAY MY GOD."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly, the boss went slump. I waited for a good half hour before shaking him to wake up. He fell to the ground, and his head was just two books of foolscap, writing paper, whatever you call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to pick up the pieces of paper, tear it into shreds, and throw it around the whole office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing, "Father, Father, I!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up, feeling the pain of that hypnotic draw.&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;And yes, my foot was made to feel like a pregnant lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultrasound scan for that lump around my sole! :D And it was the new Siemens machine at Alexandra Hospital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it seems like I'm making many visits to hospitals, first TTSH, then NUH, then Alexandra Hospital &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internal blister, damnit. But anyway. It was fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-6179185873589661508?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6179185873589661508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6179185873589661508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6179185873589661508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6179185873589661508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-father-i.html' title='天主，天主，我！(Father, Father, I!)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3749055158911912992</id><published>2009-06-07T18:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:42:43.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15slc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Happy (for once)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap / Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>十五 SLC (15slc)</title><content type='html'>WHOAREWEAREWEAREWE?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15-15-SLC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOAREWEAREWEAREWE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15-15-SLC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOAREWEAREWEAREWE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15-15-SLC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure going to miss 15th SLC, just as much as I've missed the 14th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore this post shall be long, as I don't wish to forget. :D&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;Day 1! (2nd June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice-breakers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Luther in the bus (YES I STILL REMEMBER) and Luther was complaining that. OMGOSH. I HAVE SMO(J) TODAY. Then I was laughing all the way, and was telling him that he'll definitely have fun at SLC. (Gotta remember to ask him that at track :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway. The first day was super stone, though I can still say that the group CYGNI rocks like crazy! We totally owned the rest of the groups. :D Especially the one where we must throw the balls at the other groups! Yes we own :D It's more like the besiege on all four sides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the Scissors Paper Stone Game! The one where it was held in 4A2. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then then then then. After that was the game where we had to guess the movie title! The other group could guess so many, but we still managed to catch up with them, until, when there was a remaining two left, they could only draw with us if they answered both correctly :D Then the last question was Spirited Away, and our group rushed for the answer. We could only conclude that the other group didn't watch cartoons :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frisbee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the 'longest line' game. HAHAHAHA. The rules were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Make the longest line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Get everything to the front (one by one) without your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The one who gets the stuff to the front first wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we just pretended to make a long line, inclusive of earphones, etc. Then we just kicked the shoes to the front. Damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Cygni, don't stone on the first day! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, painting of banner. STUPID KENJI SUGGESTED THAT THE BANNERS LOOKED DAMN SUGGESTIVE. This was the beginning of all the sick jokes &gt;.&lt;&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;Day 2! (3rd June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minister Lim Hwee Hwa's Speech. Everyone was really bored. But I still managed to ask a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she gave a supremely long answer, and argh. I seem to have lost the paper. But whatever. I think it's still in my subconsciousness. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then brainstorming sessions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cygni came out with crazy ideas for the brainstorming sessions. For the problem of the Immigrants, we grabbed the idea from BABAAlive! And decided for a book. For the problem of the lack of manpowerand thus, resources diverted to Social Aid, we decided the best solution would be a mass CIP throughout the entire world. HAH. BRILLIANT IDEAS BY CYGNI. YOU ROCK. :D After which was the Youth Council Meeting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where all the craziness came about. Cedric was the first presenter, for Health, I think. He then decided to read the thing fast fast like bullet train. Then after that the other two presenters (me and another guy) decided to read fast fast again. Like bullet train. Then it was damn funny. Cygni faculty kept spamming the other faculties with questions, then when it came to our turn, there was only one question: "You seem to have plagarised the limitations" (which by the way, wasn't plagarised.) Then the chair was, "I'm sorry, that has no relevance to the topic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we all laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Laughing and cheering is not in order." &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashraf made a damn funny move when asking questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This participant's name is Ashraf. Ashraf would like to ask, ..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we al laughed out loud again. :D:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all questions, we were given time to finalise the budget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cygni was laughing like mad. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that, "After careful delibration and serious discussion, this faculty has decided that the budget is sufficient, and the explanation for the usage of the budget is elaborate and exquisite enough. Therefore, the budget remains at 23 000 dollars. :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then. We only asked for a budget of $23 000, but then, what happened? The chair ended up giving us $25 000. So when, at the end of the whole meeting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"CLAPPING AND CHEERING IS NOW IN ORDER."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the entire faculty of Cygni was like, 'YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were trying to suan the other faculties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uhm, what do we do with the extra $2000? Oh okay, steamboat! One prawn for you, one prawn for you, one prawn for you... The rest for us :D" Damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then decided to plan for Grand Finale Dance. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicenicenice :D&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;Day 3! (4th June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth Council Meeting B, to amend the paper. Everyone was spamming each other and hating each other. None of us could imagine that we all could be good friends by the end of SLC! damn funny. Cos we all were hating each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the end of the session, we were talking like crazy partners-in-crime. And crapping. Like mad. AND THEN THE SICK JOKES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Peter's phrase, which is still nagging inside my head: "I LEARNT IT FROM MY MAMA!" Damn funny. It was total crap. And we all loved it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Youth Council Meeting B came Nation-State Meeting A! We (that is, Joel, me, Qian Yu etc.) were note-churning machines (as some others have said) and we spammed people with paper :D After that the papers were total funny questions. There was a lot of crap. And the word Doctor came out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the picture of the 77 pieces of paper! (The Facs called them the 'secret weapon')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Siu6RK1KwcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8CrXCzcZCQs/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Siu6RK1KwcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8CrXCzcZCQs/s320/159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344570186933125570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were intending to spam people, but then. NO TIME TO SPAM. So sad. So direct voting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was damn funny anyway. And then we had debrief, and then practice for our dance :D&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;Day 4! (Final Day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NATION-STATE MEETING B! WE GOT SELECTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for Council B!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hip Hip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hip Hip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hip Hip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Yeah you get it. We got selected and was super high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, lunch, and then practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ROCKED THE AUDITIORIUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering for Grand Finale, we were screaming, "Whoarewearewearewe!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone had to answer. "15-15-SLC!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got so high, we rocked the entire auditorium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yibin (I think, I forgot who already) saw me so high, asked me to get everyone high. The simple reply was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"EVERYBODY! GET HIGHH!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dance was the best! YOUTH COUNCIL B YOU ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we can't hear the music, we all rocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAKE IT GUYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember, we started the human train. And yet again, remember! We were the ones that got everyone high! We were the ones that rocked the entire auditorium down! WE ARE THE ONES WHO GOT VOTED TO REPRESENT THE NATION STATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO GO COUNCIL B! You will be in my hearts together forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth Council B stands for Youth Council BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the memories, I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all. Thank you all. &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;SOOOOOO. PHOTOS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivAptlp1aI/AAAAAAAAAms/74y2Z16X8vM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivAptlp1aI/AAAAAAAAAms/74y2Z16X8vM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577205649921442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApizINZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RpR4Tv4R1L4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApizINZI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RpR4Tv4R1L4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577202753648018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApRihyII/AAAAAAAAAmc/AqQp6jRkIxU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApRihyII/AAAAAAAAAmc/AqQp6jRkIxU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577198120618114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApGV9t-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/-af2SwOKFmg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApGV9t-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/-af2SwOKFmg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577195115132898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApISox5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/m1W-GlFdjUc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivApISox5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/m1W-GlFdjUc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577195638048658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBMHXVSwI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uvmhVcjPBPw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBMHXVSwI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uvmhVcjPBPw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577796684729090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SQUEEZE! SQUEEZE WHERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBL4CD_xI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pSmMmBKcV6A/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBL4CD_xI/AAAAAAAAAnM/pSmMmBKcV6A/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577792568983314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. Inside Joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBLjNJViI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rkDyiBTZE-I/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBLjNJViI/AAAAAAAAAnE/rkDyiBTZE-I/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577786978326050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBLtsxMjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/MqPHngJGDD8/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBLtsxMjI/AAAAAAAAAm8/MqPHngJGDD8/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577789795316274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBLR1BRyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UH3FLSVLdNM/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivBLR1BRyI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UH3FLSVLdNM/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344577782313731874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHqadzWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6ueuIfSL25Y/s1600-h/218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHqadzWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6ueuIfSL25Y/s320/218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578819705392482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me the starfish! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHZdUBLI/AAAAAAAAAns/a7QmHxat1NM/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHZdUBLI/AAAAAAAAAns/a7QmHxat1NM/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578815153931442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHMgroYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zj54K-7GxmA/s1600-h/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHMgroYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zj54K-7GxmA/s320/103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578811678400898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human train we started :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCG5dopjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/a7422-KRvB8/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCG5dopjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/a7422-KRvB8/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578806565348914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHw83jOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OtzsHDUoUmY/s1600-h/250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youth Council B!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHw83jOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OtzsHDUoUmY/s1600-h/250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SivCHw83jOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OtzsHDUoUmY/s320/250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578821460298978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAKE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Got too many photos. More than 280 :D)&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whoarewearewearewe?! 15-15-SLC!" - 15slc Chant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(YESYESYESYESYESYES!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-3749055158911912992?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3749055158911912992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=3749055158911912992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3749055158911912992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3749055158911912992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoarewearewearewe-15-15-slc.html' title='十五 SLC (15slc)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Siu6RK1KwcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8CrXCzcZCQs/s72-c/159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-942857653655840134</id><published>2009-06-02T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:34:51.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><title type='text'>没有标题 (Untitled)</title><content type='html'>Father, I want to go home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, when can I go home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, I miss home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, I want home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, take me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-942857653655840134?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/942857653655840134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=942857653655840134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/942857653655840134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/942857653655840134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/untitled.html' title='没有标题 (Untitled)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4957311633021823279</id><published>2009-05-28T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:44:35.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>拆穿了 (Let the cat out of the bag)</title><content type='html'>Well, let's give a big HURRAH for the doctor!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went to NUH, the doctor just told me, "Okay fine. We can't exactly solve your problem, you'll just have to apply this cream to relieve the pain, and come back in 4 months. As for the meantime, we will write a letter, attention to your teacher, to explain the situation. For now, try to write more, and exercise more, but if the pain gets too much, stop writing, and take a break. But still practice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I asked, "How long is this going to last?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor replied, "If the inflamation does not go off by 4 months, we will give you an injection. Then if the problem still persists after six months, we will have to give you the same jab again. As of now, we'll write the notice for six months."&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;Yah. Hurrah for him not being able to solve my problem, just to only allow me to just get off the hook during exams.&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;Next day was sports day, damn boring. For the first time in four years, I'm not running on final day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ended up chasing Arnold to get back Sean's wallet. &gt;.&lt;&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;Then Friday.&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;IJ Fiesta '09!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It typically was the same fiesta as the one held the year before. Thanks man Agnes. Sabo me to go there. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But overall, it was a good funfair, but it ain't for guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua and me were stoning and walking around the entire compound, ate a lot, and only played one game. There really was nothing to do, and we could still 'donate' 5 bucks to Lizzi, Lissa and Celeste. &gt;.&lt;&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;Today ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ching Hun, Benford, Yong Zhi, Tze Yong, Daniel, Junhan all ponn-ed lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All seven from the same gang. Damn obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Siew is really damn pissed at them for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ching Hun still told his mother, "Today got IT Emergency."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then his mum called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Ms. Siew, is there IT Emergency today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Siew: No, there isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Then my son told me that there was IT Emergency today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MS: No there isn't. I will call your son, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that. (According to Ms. Siew)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ching Hun: WOI! HELLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Siew: Hi, Ching Hun. This is Ms. Siew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CH: Oh, oh, Ms. Siew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MS: What happened to you? Why didn't you come to school today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CH: Oh, I, (coughs) have a sore throat. (coughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MS: Then why did you tell your mum that you had IT Emergency?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- stone cold silence -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CH: I realised if I told my mum that I was sick, she wouldn't believe me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MS: Oh, so you lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this equates to Ching Hun GG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, self-own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sian. Tmr last day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's still SLC!&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But still practice." - Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sian. My hand still hurts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4957311633021823279?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4957311633021823279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4957311633021823279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4957311633021823279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4957311633021823279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-cat-out-of-bag.html' title='拆穿了 (Let the cat out of the bag)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-8707598624814748602</id><published>2009-05-18T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:50:59.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutout'/><title type='text'>不好的一种感觉 (A Bad Feeling)</title><content type='html'>I don't have a good feeling about the checkup at NUH tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8707598624814748602?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8707598624814748602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8707598624814748602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8707598624814748602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8707598624814748602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='不好的一种感觉 (A Bad Feeling)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-8128685694653723311</id><published>2009-05-12T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:02:16.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap / Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>我们的这一班 (Our class)</title><content type='html'>We are offically the world's craziest class.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today health checkup, then we had two periods off. ('Cos it wasn't like last year, where not the whole class went to the checkup.) So Mrs. Chan was at the door, then we were all walking out of the classroom, and thus, Mrs. Chan couldn't conduct her lesson :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was mumbling away stuff along the lines of "Don't want to attend my lesson", and other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that, we had Ching Hun climb the wall and touch the fan, and then we turned the motor on. It was hilarious. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link. I'm too lazy to post the video up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm not sure if it'll work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=80110084260&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=80110084260&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to do crazy stunts in the toilet, 'cos no one intended to go back to class so soon :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must be the first guy class in the world to take a reflection shot in the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also to upload it on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least three-quarters of the class was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOKFq1h4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mqkuf1nURFY/s1600-h/4143_75076839022_512034022_1768160_6904780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOKFq1h4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mqkuf1nURFY/s320/4143_75076839022_512034022_1768160_6904780_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951537568745346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See four dogs peeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOJ6NMYeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/llAt1ZlZtm0/s1600-h/4143_75076819022_512034022_1768157_3157818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOJ6NMYeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/llAt1ZlZtm0/s320/4143_75076819022_512034022_1768157_3157818_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951534491623906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOJufrBxI/AAAAAAAAAls/dxOjCCfXr40/s1600-h/4143_75076829022_512034022_1768158_8190630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOJufrBxI/AAAAAAAAAls/dxOjCCfXr40/s320/4143_75076829022_512034022_1768158_8190630_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951531347904274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOJQxtE8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/qOMoL9o8mvE/s1600-h/P120509_13.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOJQxtE8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/qOMoL9o8mvE/s320/P120509_13.04.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951523370472386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOI3vT86I/AAAAAAAAAlc/B4efXhJc_5k/s1600-h/4143_75076834022_512034022_1768159_5726477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOI3vT86I/AAAAAAAAAlc/B4efXhJc_5k/s320/4143_75076834022_512034022_1768159_5726477_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951516649550754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four mad photos :D&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;Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh! Ponn lah ponn lah!" - Typical sound from 4A2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8128685694653723311?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8128685694653723311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8128685694653723311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8128685694653723311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8128685694653723311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-class.html' title='我们的这一班 (Our class)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SgmOKFq1h4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/mqkuf1nURFY/s72-c/4143_75076839022_512034022_1768160_6904780_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-2786039868037448440</id><published>2009-05-10T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:49:57.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><title type='text'>蓝色的盒子 (Blue Box)</title><content type='html'>Dear Good Friend,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing this offical letter to thank you for the blue box that you gave me many months back :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the smiley sticker on the box and I smiled. I saw the note inside and I smiled. And I cheered up. At least it seems a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reminding me that there's hope; especially in this time, when I'm really down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick Yeo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-2786039868037448440?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2786039868037448440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=2786039868037448440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2786039868037448440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2786039868037448440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/blue-box.html' title='蓝色的盒子 (Blue Box)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-822039782180146396</id><published>2009-05-03T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:56:38.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我已累了 (I am tired)</title><content type='html'>I am really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could ending things solve everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. But then again, I'm not sure about half the things in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final solution to all my problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord. Into your hands I commit my spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-822039782180146396?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/822039782180146396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=822039782180146396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/822039782180146396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/822039782180146396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-tired.html' title='我已累了 (I am tired)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-524982683516840092</id><published>2009-05-02T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:23:34.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>三棵树 (Three trees)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love this story (:&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The three trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!", the first tree said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me" he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for the animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, and not filled with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tree smiled when the woodcuter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river, instead she was taken to a little lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" the once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one night, a golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him.", her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew that she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the King of heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And everytime people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story:&lt;br /&gt;When things don't seem to be going your way, always remember that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will bless you greatly. He will eventually answer your prayers and grant your requests, just not in the way that you would imagine. Just like the three trees who got what they wanted, even though it wasn't in the way they expected it to. We don't always know of God's plans for us. All we know is that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.&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;And three photos from yesterday! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Rest are on Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sfxjf8ihazI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kHItysBVX94/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sfxjf8ihazI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kHItysBVX94/s320/19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331245459377842994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sfxjfws_T8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/UY9GRec-Xs4/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sfxjfws_T8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/UY9GRec-Xs4/s320/21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331245456200519618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SfxjtIXlykI/AAAAAAAAAlU/FDL6Tw94bd8/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SfxjtIXlykI/AAAAAAAAAlU/FDL6Tw94bd8/s320/14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331245685891516994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sparkling juice was good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-524982683516840092?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/524982683516840092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=524982683516840092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/524982683516840092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/524982683516840092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-trees.html' title='三棵树 (Three trees)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sfxjf8ihazI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kHItysBVX94/s72-c/19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-876961122710271647</id><published>2009-05-01T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:21:35.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Happy (for once)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14slc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>我的生日 (My birthday)</title><content type='html'>This was my best birthday yet :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14slc outing-cum-birthday celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went Sakura. We guys like, ate a hell lot (Well, it is an all-you-can-eat-buffett.) Those fellas had to try to sing me a birthday song two times! I ran away the first time :D But then after the photo they started singing so loud, and they cornered me :D I couldn't escape. :P But anyway thanks guys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I went into a female toilet at Orchard MRT. Then I saw all the Fillipino ladies inside, oops. Female toilet. &gt;&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that we were deciding which movie to watch. Marzie went to go and find for us, but Wolverine wasn't on Cine. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. We were chasing the others to try to find them. At the ceiling of Vivo, Huiling suddenly came out with a birthday cake, and they started singing Happy Birthday, then after that, the usual. :D We decided to go to coffee bean to get tissues to hold the seven pieces of cake. :D COFFEE BEAN  TISSUE PAPARRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they decided to smash the birthday cake into my face :D Damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was truth or dare. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot guys :D For the best birthday ever. BRENDA WHERE'RE THE PHOTOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks man guys, Wayne, Tim, Damien, Kent, and the others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also to Nicole, Brenda, and Huiling too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES. AND THE SPARKLING JUICE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the best birthday yet :D&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;Today's quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Why, every hair on your head has been counted. So there is no need to be afraid; you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows." - Matthew 10:30-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3035328314402328259-876961122710271647?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/876961122710271647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=876961122710271647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/876961122710271647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/876961122710271647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday.html' title='我的生日 (My birthday)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-966176205375695248</id><published>2009-04-29T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:44:07.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>看着你 (Look to you)</title><content type='html'>Track and field finals!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Belated) Congratulations Hwa Chong!!!!! Double Champs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go for A Div champs next year!&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;Let's hope this day will last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope this day will last til now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'll sow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever and ever and ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I look to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one else will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one else will do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-966176205375695248?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/966176205375695248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=966176205375695248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/966176205375695248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/966176205375695248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-to-you.html' title='看着你 (Look to you)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3876293277496115176</id><published>2009-04-14T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:24:18.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ish post'/><title type='text'>我恨自己 (I hate myself)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hate myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate myself for being so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period.&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/3035328314402328259-3876293277496115176?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3876293277496115176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=3876293277496115176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3876293277496115176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3876293277496115176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-myself.html' title='我恨自己 (I hate myself)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-211512040381903122</id><published>2009-04-13T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:27:49.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>能看你笑(To see a smile)</title><content type='html'>Taize Prayers&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay with me&lt;div&gt;Remain here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch and pray~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch. And Pray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remain here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch and pray~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch. And Pray...&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;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hold you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To lift you higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than I can ever become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could hold you so tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To shield you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To guard forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beloved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than it is worth all of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see a smile on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Widens the grin ever present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the joy sufficing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart leaps out, shouting for joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could be an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To care for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To now comfort you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than what I can ever draw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could know everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cheer you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To kill your sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than I can lift you up!&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&gt;To see a smile on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Widens the grin ever present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see the joy sufficing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart leaps out, shouting for joy&lt;/div&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/3035328314402328259-211512040381903122?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/211512040381903122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=211512040381903122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/211512040381903122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/211512040381903122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-see-smile.html' title='能看你笑(To see a smile)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3120033652739096779</id><published>2009-04-10T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:31:34.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>责备 (The Reproaches)</title><content type='html'>My people, what have I done to you?&lt;br /&gt;How have I afflicted you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a solemn promise&lt;br /&gt;That I will destroy the temple&lt;br /&gt;And then I would rebuild it&lt;br /&gt;In three days&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a solemn promise&lt;br /&gt;That I will raise myself up&lt;br /&gt;And I would come back to life&lt;br /&gt;In three days&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people, what have I done to you?&lt;br /&gt;How have I afflicted you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taught you how to live life&lt;br /&gt;Through the Sermon on the Mount&lt;br /&gt;I have taught you all I know.&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have, to my fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taught you that to lead&lt;br /&gt;One must first serve.&lt;br /&gt;I have shown you my example by the washing of your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have, to my fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people, what have I done to you?&lt;br /&gt;How have I afflicted you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of Pilate and the people&lt;br /&gt;I stood before them, head bowed low.&lt;br /&gt;How much it went against my will, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have, to my fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood standing and facing my cross&lt;br /&gt;I stood before them, and they mocked me.&lt;br /&gt;How sadly I did, I drank this cup that the Father gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have, to my fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people, what have I done to you?&lt;br /&gt;How have I afflicted you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nailed, and did you care?&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming, and did you care?&lt;br /&gt;When I looked up to my Father above, I did for you.&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have, to my fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani&lt;br /&gt;My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;My Father cried, for you, not me.&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it?&lt;br /&gt;I Have, to my fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy God, Mighty God,&lt;br /&gt;Holy immortal one&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy.&lt;div 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Reproaches)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1158816470087724874</id><published>2009-04-03T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:16:48.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>警察局 (Police Station)</title><content type='html'>Today was uber funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went to watch the 4A2 Class dance! Damn funny, seeing Ching Hun and all the guys (incl. me) screwing up. But all in all, it went well. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after training (it sucked btw) Luther, (I forgot who) and David Seeto and me found a wallet at approximately 1845h (that's according to the report and what I told the police officer) and guess what was contained inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine WHOA. For a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Had S$130&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; POSB ATM CARD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Insurance card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; NRIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ezlink Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Safra Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; DSTA Insurance card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ACS( I ) gantry card (or boarding school pass of some sort)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And alot of other documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy is filthy RICH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But okay, Luther, and David, if you see this blogpost, I have safely delivered it to the Police Post at Serangoon Gardens. And thanks to you fellas, I had to sign my signature NINE TIMES. Make my hand so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I camped at the Police Post for 1h. My mum called, and this was the conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Where are you boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Uhm. I'm at the police station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Eating station? (I wonder how she heard it until that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: POLICE STATION?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: WHY YOU THERE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to explain to her that I was returning a wallet, and she thought I had lost mine, and was lodging a report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth Tam hope your wallet gets back to you safely, you must be super worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was penitential service. So I got Father Erbin (Again, but I'm not complaining, he's a brilliant, and I say BRILLIANT priest) and yeah, so there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Patrick Ang and Uncle trevor and Kim at SFX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I ate dinner at 10:30pm.&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/3035328314402328259-1158816470087724874?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1158816470087724874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1158816470087724874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hope.&lt;div&gt;One month of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One month of greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One month of silliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll not regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eons of rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eons of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eons of gladness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eons of worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't blame me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't abandon me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be angry with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lest I wallow in despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I will never regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best days of my life. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-5529259001198493884?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5529259001198493884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5529259001198493884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5529259001198493884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5529259001198493884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month.html' title='一个月 (One month)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-727699067021921770</id><published>2009-03-25T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:05:05.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S-L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>为人民服务 (CIP)</title><content type='html'>This is damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s2HAksk3w4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s2HAksk3w4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5s2HAksk3w4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm just gonna start with Gala Dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st March 2009 - Founders' Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gala dinner sucked. Seriously. Dunno how many courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny part was that - the Miranda Oranges had run out before the second dish even came to the table. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I sat with the 2A2 people. They are seriously. Damn funny people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second dish. The one with the Bak Kwa and sorts, the waitress came, and then the entire table stood up, finished grabbing EVERYTHING ON THE PLATE within ten seconds (that's about two-three grabs per person.) and then the lady was like, whoa &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I know. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MUM!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25th March (Today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Founders' Day CIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My voice is seriously screwed, because of the screaming at 2A3 yesterday. Thanks man, amigossss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Get well soon Nicole! =D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm proud to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WENT WITH HARDLY ANY HICCUPS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Given that it's a one-man-OT - okay I'm boosting my ego here - it went damn good, at least it was successful.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks man guys for all the hard work you put in! Great job everyone for putting up with this crazy Sec. 4 who keeps screaming at you for deadlines, and anyway good job done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are photos of which I took with 3A1 - At Saint Theresa's Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RUI JIE AND NORRIS PHOTOS PHOTOS PHOTOS! QUICK QUICK SEND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco4AK2Yt3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/CohcBn39WQQ/s1600-h/P3250162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco4AK2Yt3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/CohcBn39WQQ/s320/P3250162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317123885627914098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some stupid fellow from 3A1 asked me to take his mozzie bite. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco3_oYMl3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fC65cWjEAAE/s1600-h/P3250161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco3_oYMl3I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fC65cWjEAAE/s320/P3250161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317123876374484850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa (Lee I think) kept asking me to take a photo of her, so here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco3_QV60kI/AAAAAAAAAks/-YUIZ8ecaBc/s1600-h/P3250160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco3_QV60kI/AAAAAAAAAks/-YUIZ8ecaBc/s320/P3250160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317123869922480706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco399FmbAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/E00_HIckCGM/s1600-h/P3250139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco399FmbAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/E00_HIckCGM/s320/P3250139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317123847573892098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheeling the elderly to MacRitchie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco39s81q_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/HqquLEJeAf0/s1600-h/P3250136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco39s81q_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/HqquLEJeAf0/s320/P3250136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317123843242175474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saint Theresa's Home&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." - Mother Theresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Shouldn't we all do that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-727699067021921770?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/727699067021921770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=727699067021921770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/727699067021921770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/727699067021921770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-damn-cute.html' title='为人民服务 (CIP)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/Sco4AK2Yt3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/CohcBn39WQQ/s72-c/P3250162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-6862381366542677144</id><published>2009-03-19T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:48:08.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>说好的幸福呢 (Saying your happiness)</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a super short post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am downright happy. Though I also feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch Race to Witch Mountain. Was damn funny, cos in the beginning of the movie, the film "burnt" at the corners, and everyone thought was part of the movie, but what happened after that? The sound stopped. So it was pretty much funny &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 3-5 mins around there was a paused silence. Then we realised there was some problem. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the movie was brilliant! The stupid asshole science movement &gt;.&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the dessert at Far East was best! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm missing today, like mad. =(&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;Your heart's my happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your heart's a part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your heart now contains my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, for being my whole world.&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship." - Helen Keller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes. I. Am.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-6862381366542677144?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6862381366542677144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6862381366542677144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6862381366542677144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6862381366542677144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-your-happiness.html' title='说好的幸福呢 (Saying your happiness)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4853834830978345822</id><published>2009-03-12T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:29:04.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song lyrics'/><title type='text'>今晚 (Tonight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously addicted to this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plHvNRcyKsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plHvNRcyKsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FM Static&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;I remember the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;On those drives&lt;br /&gt;We had a million questions&lt;br /&gt;All about our lives&lt;br /&gt;And when we got to New York&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;Were not enough&lt;br /&gt;And it used to feel like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you&lt;br /&gt;Here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you told me about when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember the car you were last seen in&lt;br /&gt;And the games we would play&lt;br /&gt;All the times we spilled our coffees&lt;br /&gt;And stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you SAT AND told me about your Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And how not to look back even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;When it hurt so bad sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Not having you here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, &lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, &lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;/span&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/3035328314402328259-4853834830978345822?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4853834830978345822/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-3035328314402328259.post-6880471927259360410</id><published>2009-03-10T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:29:34.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>我是谁 (Who am I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz at: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-6880471927259360410?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6880471927259360410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=6880471927259360410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6880471927259360410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/6880471927259360410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-am-i.html' title='我是谁 (Who am I)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3073520436857876578</id><published>2009-03-07T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:23:30.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>新生命 (New Life)</title><content type='html'>Seems like I have to write a super long post already. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SN Drama Night (13th Feburary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After training (David didn't come again) I met Joshua at AMK Hub round there. Ate at Macs and we were talking about all the crazy stuff which we usually do. Took the 265 to SN and there, Joshua was introducing me to Heavy Heart, by Boys Like Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then then then. Drama Night itself. Seriously man, I felt damn out of place! IDIOT. I was like ,the only guy there who was in uniform, and like, almost everyone else there was in either SN P.E. or pinofore or home clothes. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT. BACK TO THE POINT. Drama Night was brilliant! =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, until about coming one month already, the acts are still fresh in my head, though I would suggest that the acts shouldn't be put at the Forum. The blinking green man traffic light opposite the road would not exactly serve good functions for lighting. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story about the tree was especially touching. It means a lot of things. It means friendship, it means preservation, it means treasuring the life of something. Every one of these came close to my heart, and yes, it was especially touching. I almost cried seeing the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iceball too! Ribena Flavour! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then then then. Joshua and me walked out of the compound, and to the Macs near StNicks. Damn funny. We camped at the bus stop for like, say AGES. And what the hell happened? The 76 bus didn't come. &gt;.&lt; (We're trying to contact Nicole, but think that the phone got problem or had something to do, so couldn't pick the phone up. &gt;.&lt;) We ended up pissed off with the bus, so we walked down to AMK Avenue 3 to take the bus. Almost got lost. And I owed Joshua 40 cents &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;) Then after we reached the bus stop, Nicole called back, and both of us were like sabotaging each other &gt;.&lt; ("It's his fault!" "THAT'S A LIE. THAT'S A LIE.") And then the bus came. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't need to camp with Joshua after that at my house bus stop, the 70 came suprisingly fast. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentines' Day (14th Feburary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random leh. My mum told me to rush to - where was that again? ICAS. Immirgration &amp;amp; Checkpoints Authority, Singapore - for those that keep asking me where is that xD To make a new passport, seeing that I would need to go taiwan or something for camp next term or something &gt;.&lt; cool =""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total Defense Day (15th Feburary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allcomers High Jump. I spent my Total Defense Day jumping. It's pretty much retarded. But still. I CROSSED 1.76cm!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over here now, I must solemnly thank those who have wished me a brilliant good luck, my high jump mates who stayed at the track with me, even though ousted from the competition, thanks to my competitors who stayed there and cheered the 2nd-shortest guy there on, and to COKE. 'Cos I seemed to go crazy after drinking it. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still have to be consistent. I just want to get into Nationals. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16th Feburary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camped at school till 2.30pm, then took (I forget which bus already) to Saint Theresa's Home to meet Bryan. This is a BIG BIG BIG milestone. Cos we settled on a lot of things. Which reminds me, I have a lot of things to settle with those Sec. 2 and 3es. Bleurgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th Feburary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me why, but I'm extremely happy today. Happy, yet unsure &gt;.&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Elisa at the bus stop to pass the keyboard to her. Then we both realised there was a communication breakdown &gt;.&lt;she&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm much more assured that I did the right thing on the 27th. It's a great day. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY (6th March)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Briefing for Founders' Day CIP. Well, at least there was much more interest than the first briefing during consortium assembly. There was this stupid Sec. 2, try to suan me. Make me pissed off only. I had 20 mins to show like, a lot of things (admist the laughter and all the crap) and they HAD TO DISTURB. Hope Derrick did it better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND IT WAS A HALF-DAY! A-LEVELS DID WELL. Congrats to Yuan Chang and Scott, and I still have not asked Keef and Bryan how did they fare &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fire drill at 11.10am. Hon was releasing the results, but no one was actually paying attention. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got released around 11.30am. And Mr. Ang wanted us to go to training at 12 &gt;.&lt;&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;You're part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part so deep and close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if a knife pierced through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll protect you to the best that I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever, this I will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it means the end of me.&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is so nice - let us command the moment to remain." - Winston Churchill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Let us just leave the good parts to remain, and the bad parts to escape, to a place we will never go.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3035328314402328259-3073520436857876578?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3073520436857876578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=3073520436857876578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3073520436857876578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3073520436857876578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-life.html' title='新生命 (New Life)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-830833426552900041</id><published>2009-02-14T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:34:24.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoutout'/><title type='text'>沙漠的歌曲(Desert Song)</title><content type='html'>SN Drama Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physical Theatre was really brilliant! Crossroads was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so touching, especially the section on the tree, I almost c***d during that section. It was really touching, really touching. Shall blog more about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WYK6TxWX7s&amp;hl=en&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/4WYK6TxWX7s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Desert Song - Hillsong (This is Our God)&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the desert&lt;br /&gt;And all that's within me feels dry&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in my hunger and need&lt;br /&gt;My God is the God who provides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;And this is my prayer in the fire&lt;br /&gt;In weakness or trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;There is a faith proved&lt;br /&gt;Of more worth than gold&lt;br /&gt;So refine me Lord through the flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I will bring praise&lt;br /&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br /&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice&lt;br /&gt;I will declare&lt;br /&gt;God is my victory and He is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;And this is my prayer in the battle&lt;br /&gt;When triumph is still on it's way&lt;br /&gt;I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ&lt;br /&gt;So firm on His promise I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;In every season&lt;br /&gt;You are still God&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to sing&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 4:&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer in the harvest&lt;br /&gt;When favor and providence flow&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm filled to be emptied again&lt;br /&gt;The seed I've recieved I will sow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-830833426552900041?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/830833426552900041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=830833426552900041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/830833426552900041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/830833426552900041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/desert-song.html' title='沙漠的歌曲(Desert Song)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-7541803324583166063</id><published>2009-02-12T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:51:25.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>新未来 (New destiny)</title><content type='html'>I've just been spending my time on mugging for my tests. Five tests this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just tired and I shall not post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall just post this:&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;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Creating a new destiny for our students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I, as a student, feel obliged to disagree with that examinations should be decreased but of better quality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exams can be interpreted in two different ways. One way is to say what exams are a good judge on a student’s ability. The alternative way is to say that exams (and tests in general) are a good way to judge how well a student revises (or as to say in a students’ terms, mugging). Do students actually remember everything after they are tested during the exam?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally, I would prefer to suggest an alternative system – assess the students by projects – this could be a more effective measure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I say so?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Firstly, let me sum up in a nutshell, the IP (Integrated Programme) – which is the system of which there is the least focus on examinations – it was crafted to ensure that the students have a more holistic education, or so to say, in other words, there is a greater focus on project work and enrichment skills.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If this is so, we could say that it is ironic that, since examinations and tests still exist in the Integrated Programme, we must first ask ourselves, is the Integrated Programme hindered by tests and examinations? From my point of view, I am obliged to say that it does.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;24 hours a day. If we break it down, after saving a few hours a day for study, revision for these frequent examinations, and even going for a holistic education – with the CCAs (Co-Curricular Activities), projects, and the many other things that a student pursues in their school life – there is hardly any time left to pursue creativity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perhaps there could be an alternative solution? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could assess the students by tapping on their creativity – enlisting them in more projects, perhaps as the schools are increasingly focusing on, Service-Learning (SL). The results of a SL project would greatly benefit the society, in the long term. The process of this project would require a great deal of creative thinking, and application of the knowledge learnt in the classroom. Citing an example would be the project entitled, ‘Read-a-Book, Live a life’ from Hwa Chong Institution – the students use what knowledge that they have learned in the classroom, applying it to help the mentally disabled children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could do the same for science projects, tapping on the creativity to embark on a project that could have the potential to make new discoveries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Therefore the alternative I am proposing is projects.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tapping on the creativity to learn more – that is the attitude of an active learner. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is the same attitude that the future generation should have, and the education system should embody this into the heirs of Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The destiny of the Republic of Singapore is now left in the hands of the molders of our education system. It is time that we enlist that creativity inside of us, to nurture this important trait into the future generations that would inherit our system?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are the Republic of Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her destiny is ours to create.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Now it's submarines that rule the sea, and missiles that rule the air - missiles that can strike their targets from great distances." - Nikita Khrushchev&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(I still hate nuclear weapons)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-7541803324583166063?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7541803324583166063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=7541803324583166063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7541803324583166063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7541803324583166063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-destiny.html' title='新未来 (New destiny)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-7995349495683207318</id><published>2009-01-28T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:57:03.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap / Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>2009英联邦作文 (2009 Commonwealth Essay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(My Commonwealth Essay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To a person I deeply respect and love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish to thank you for making me who I am today. I wish to thank you for what you have done, to pick me up from the shambles of which I was once in. Without you, I wouldn’t be standing here, saying this today. I want to thank you, for all that you have done. Thank you so much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During that time, when I was down, I had no one to turn to. My sorry mood scared away most of my friends, none of whom would dare to talk to me, fearing that I would bombard them with an endless multitude of rants, of which included a depressing choice of vocabulary. I was at my wit’s end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, twenty years down the road, I stand here, to testify on what makes my teacher such a good friend. I am here, because I am one of the many that he has touched.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a good teacher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twenty years ago, I was down and out, not because of my academic studies, which is a teacher’s primary priority, but more of the matters I had at home. My family was in a mess. Chaos reigned everywhere. I could not be myself at home, as my family needed the comfort which should come from me. I had to put on this mask of deceit, to cheer my parents up. It was a daily torture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imagine having to face a potential rift in your family, of which reasons I do not wish to explicitly state here. All I could say was, it was family politics. Knowing the stakes, and if you were in my position, who would you take it out on? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The answer would be, friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And indeed, I took them out on my best friends. I screamed and hollered at them each day, not knowing when I would, or could, stop. Much colourful language worked their way out of my mouth and into their ears. Even a normal human could not take that amount of hollering without getting agitated, and I don’t blame them for slowly distancing themselves from me. I would have done the same if I were them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was in that bottomless pit for at least 6 months, I can’t remember how long it lasted exactly. I had no friends to turn to, and all the anger and frustration turned inwards toward me. This left me screaming in agony, making me go to the beach, and making sure there was no one, unleashing my insanity by screaming into the sea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is where Mr. Mark came into the picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was an embarrassing moment, really. I was screaming at the seaside, near the deserted end along Pasir Ris Beach, and I saw this figure walking past. “Man,” I thought, “Isn’t this a teacher from my school?” And I scurried to hide myself. My long legs took me away from the scene, and from an embarrassing moment. I still remember screaming structured sentences that day, that of which, any intelligible person would be able to make sense of, even if they did not know the situation I was in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The embarrassing moment came the next day, after school, as I collided into Mr. Mark. It was one of the usual days, of which I was having those temper tantrums. What I could remember of the first few words he spoke to me were:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey, weren’t you that boy along the beach that day?”, and “What happened?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wasn’t able to answer either question.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He brought me to his desk, and I reluctantly followed. Upon subtle questions during his ‘interrogation’, I blurted out everything, the troubles for at least the past six months, and I proceeded to break down in front of him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all culminated to this day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet I still remember the advice that Mr. Mark gave me. The advice stands still to this day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Train yourself to learn to let go of everything you fear to lose.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feared to lose my family, I feared to lose what was left of my sanity, I feared to lose what was left of my friends (which was, virtually, none left).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feared that my family would crumble to pieces. I worried too much. That sentence told me all that I needed to do, and it effectively summed up what I was doing wrong. I was worrying too much, and I should just let go of those worries, and then I could embrace them, and really help pull the pieces of my family back together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started doing that, letting go of my worries, one by one. With each worry gone, I gained something back in return. I learned to embrace life, and all the good that it still had. I learnt to look at the bright side of things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With this mindset, I managed to be who I really was, and who I really wanted to be. And I was always welcome to visit him, as he offered, should I ever need to talk to him again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Indeed I did turn to him for advice, and his words during those sessions, I would remember them, word for word, till I go to the place where he is now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Note that Mr. Mark never taught me during my school days. He was just a teacher, but he technically was not my teacher. Yet he cared so much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a good teacher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The example would be Mr. Mark. It was a selfless act, to care for a student that you do not even teach. A real teacher cares. A real teacher sacrifices his time for his students. A real teacher does not care about his students’ academics.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A real teacher is a good teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A real teacher loves. He loves, or at least makes his students feel loved. A real teacher does not teach students how to have a good career, how to make more money, and how to carve out a successful life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A real teacher teaches his students the &lt;i&gt;hypothesis of life&lt;/i&gt;. A real teacher teaches his students how to live a life – a human life, and how to live happy, and peaceful, lives, committed to being as human and as sane as possible. A real teacher teaches his students on how to live according to it’s hypothesis – being human, and being humane.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A real teacher teaches lessons that will never be forgotten. This teacher would teach lessons that are crucial to living a humane life, and the lessons would be able to change a person, for the better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A real teacher is a good teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a good teacher? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A good teacher would make the students feel like he is a friend. The student will be able to take him as a substitute, or perhaps even better than their friends of the same age group, as I have taken Mr. Mark to be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A good teacher gives good advice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A good teacher has eons of patience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All that I have said, Mr. Mark has possessed, as he evidently showed me when he was speaking to me, as a teacher, but in the context of being a friend. Mr. Mark, to me, is the embodiment of a brilliant teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a good teacher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr. Mark makes one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twenty years have passed since that fateful day on the beach, and since then, I have faithfully maintained contact with Mr. Mark. To his deathbed, he has been my greatest friend and confidante, and I am very glad to be standing here, before all of you, whom I believe, he has touched the lives of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rest in peace, Mr. Mark. You have, I believe, touched the lives and hearts of every one of us gathered here. I am very honoured to send you off with these words. Thank you, Mr. Mark. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a good teacher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You make a good teacher. I believe you make the best teacher of all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodbye, Mr. Mark. I will greatly miss the lessons that you have given me, and they have shaped me to be who I am standing here, delivering this speech today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you, and goodbye Mr. Mark. Rest in peace. You have allowed me to answer a question.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes a good teacher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;YOU make a good teacher. And goodbye for now, and thank you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: 宋体;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;"A real teacher is a good teacher." - From Essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;(That's what I think.)&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/3035328314402328259-7995349495683207318?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7995349495683207318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=7995349495683207318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7995349495683207318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7995349495683207318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-2009-commonwealth-essay.html' title='2009英联邦作文 (2009 Commonwealth Essay)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4961339075131093132</id><published>2009-01-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:18:19.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year Resolutions'/><title type='text'>牛年快乐！(Ox Year!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Eh. It's not too late. It's just the second day of the new year.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's since Friday that I have stuff to write on, and since these days I don't really have the time to blog. I shall keep my posts UBER SHORT (And I don't exactly know what it means by uber short to you, but it's approximately the length of this post for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore: Friday 23rd January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First went to school (of course) Daniel was wearing black, Junhan wore PURPLE. really stand out in the crowd. (And then of all things I wore the same colour as Siew, kena suan like some shit.) Unfair leh. I don't have any RED shirt, so have to wear PINK, and Siew on that day ALSO CHOOSE TO WEAR PINK. Idiot. Not bad leh. this morning play CHONG YEE DAI DEE again. Kept being King because everyone happened to switch the cards that I needed. damn lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we proceeded to LT4 for the CNY Celebrations, and I was not so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The card was almost confiscated by a teacher (well, we were lucky that we could actually hide the cards just on time) and then when we made sure Seck and the other teachers gone from LT4, we immediately played CHONG YEE DAI DI again, and then went to play blackjack. It was damn idiot. I played banker, and when the bet was 10 cents, I lost 2 bucks worth of coins. Unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that, when it was dismissal time, the entire hall flocked out in 3 minutes. RECORD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that. Went to meet Jiamin, Grace, and Victoria (but not after Jiamin made me walk like, 2 rounds round the traffic junction and made me look like an idiot.) I walked from KAP to BTP to the traffic junction near Bukit Timah Market, walk two circles, then walked all the way to the Bukit Timah CC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then what happened? They went to go and disturb me reading Joe Biden's Promises to Keep. (Eh. It's damn nice. Go read. Joe Biden's half as good in speechmaking as Barack Obama, but he's twice as honest, and victimised more times.) We proceeded to Bukit Timah Market to eat. Victoria and Jiamin were on diet, and were uber hyper. Grace and me just dao. Make Vic look like some madwoman at the edge of Bukit Timah Market. =D (Oh yes, and they were playing what - THE CAR GAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I saw the "What the...?" magazine. Not bad la. Better than what I had expected of it. (Really, I wasn't even expecting anything.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orchard and taka. We literally spent half the time chasing Jiamin and Victoria around (That is, Grace and me spent literally half the time chasing the both of them around the entire place) They complained they were bored leh. (Also never say, how I know?!) On the way, Grace keep wanting Jay Chou songs, she even brought the lyrics out. (Whoa.) (Reminds me, I've been listen 发如雪 for more than 4 hours already. The play count is 108.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kino and CD shop. Grammophone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiot. I spilt coffee on my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this is a formal apology to all who got lost. Advice: Next time follow the direction and STICK TO THE ROAD, not enter some shopping centre. Gahh. Next time I need a Street Directory the next time I go out with you guys, if not wait you all get lost again. AHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home with Sean (Yes, met him at Orchard) and we were discussing the stuff of the Assembly discussion on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much nothing much, just cleaning up like mad, and mass. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND MY MUM GOT A JOB! =DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found some materials for Cat. Class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaning up (Like mad) and then the stupid countdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angpaos from my parents (Of which I haven't opened yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday (CNY First day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Grandfather at hospice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My first Uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My Second Uncle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My youngest Grandaunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each visit lasted at least an hour and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The visit at my grandfather lasted about 3-4 hours, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meesa still like the Plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited my grandmothers'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my grandmother is offically THE BEST COOK ON THIS PLANET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must work up an appetite and eat there. Whoa. Sure eat everythnig served one. Shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed there till 3pm, then sent my grandmother to hospice, and then reached home with the plates. I love the designs like mad. =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMMORROW THERE IS NO SCHOOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Although Dr. (I used doctor) Hon said that we must do CIP.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not bothering, and I don't think half of the school is bothering anyway. There. Dr. Hon, your BRILLIANT SCHEME WORKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"恭喜发财，万事如意，红包拿来，还不满意。" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Haha. My favourite phrase to use during CNY.&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/3035328314402328259-4961339075131093132?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4961339075131093132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4961339075131093132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4961339075131093132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4961339075131093132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/ox-year.html' title='牛年快乐！(Ox Year!)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4034705492593488607</id><published>2009-01-21T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:13:17.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catechesis'/><title type='text'>奥巴马！(Obama!)</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start with Catechism class already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started on Saturday. The class really damn stone leh. Talk to them sense also they don't listen. Ah well, when at the end of the lesson, ask them if school is hell for them, they say YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell them my school stories instead. ONLY THEN DO THEY LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and Uncle Joseph is a very nice and patient guy. Just like Uncle Steven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P5 Catechists are all new! AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'M STILL HAVING A HEADACHE ON HOW TO TEACH CATECHISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are P5-es leh. So stone still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVEN UP LEH GUYS! I'm still planning your next lesson down here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday. 13th Humanities Seminnar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST GOT TO ANSWER MY QUESTION. MITCHELL (a.k.a. the Catholic High guy) was the last fella to ask the questions. I was next in line. And then, POOF. Stupid. Cos of the fella (HCI fella) that asked the stupid question (a.k.a. "do you hate the Nazis?", "Well, are you a British?") it embarrassed the entire school, and then I could not ask my question. wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I did manage to ask my question, right before Dr. Malcolm got into his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing the report now, will upload once I've finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, then I saw Jia Jun at the bus stop (Did I spell your name correctly? I'm not sure. If I did, sorry.) Waved. And I think I stunned her for a moment. I must have looked damn stupid down there. BOOSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Monday training totally cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had lessons in NIE. Gave programme to Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron had something on, couldn't go. Gave to Lester.&lt;br /&gt;Lester play soccer then decided to ponn. Gave to Wei Jie.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie decided to ponn.&lt;br /&gt;So we all ponned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good afternoon nap on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Corr asked me if I went for the Humanities Seminar. YES I DID. SHIT. NOW EVEN HE REMEMBERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched Obama's inauguration speech, from 11pm to 1.30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was UBER BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSH NO MORE PREZ ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended his speech by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;God bless America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO SLEEPY I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TO LISTEN TO HIS SPEECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO OBAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BUSH. WE LOVE YOU NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, I hate Wayne Yap. Offically.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY GODMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Bless You." - Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes yes, God bless all of us!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4034705492593488607?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4034705492593488607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4034705492593488607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4034705492593488607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4034705492593488607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama.html' title='奥巴马！(Obama!)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-496116800896286860</id><published>2009-01-13T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:43:06.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissa Off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap / Jokes'/><title type='text'>穿长裤 (Wearing long pants)</title><content type='html'>12 days since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's start with the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG PANTS LONG PANTS LONG PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which means meet Siew for the first time as my form teacher ALSO =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you man. It seems damned shit. You get long pants (not that I'm complaining) but you also long-winded teachers. First lesson, and guess what the teacher asks you to do? "LET'S START OFF THE NEW YEAR WITH... YOUR NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my New Year resolution is just not to break my arm again =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, hope Justin's better. Appendicitis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had assembly (a.k.a sleeping period) where Mrs. Chan gave a not-so-boring talk on how to do well and whatnot or something. Aiyoh, not so boring enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go back to class and ELECTION FOR CMC AS WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairman: Ying Jie (He won Son (pronounced Sern) because he said that he would make the welfare Sec organise Class Chalet.)&lt;br /&gt;Monitor: Cheng An (No change there)&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer: SON!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Welfare Sec: Julian&lt;br /&gt;Facility Sec: Kwang Yu and Zitao&lt;br /&gt;Secartary: Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad leh. Chong Yee got nominated four times, and all four times he managed to garner a maximum of 4 votes IN TOTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to rush to Orchard to get the CD for someone's birthday pressie. (All 'cos you don't want belated. BOOSHIT YOU LAH. =.= Anyway, I did wish happy birthday already ah Grace. i don't wish you here, wait you say SUPER BELATED &gt;&lt;)   The letter-box is a good place for hiding the other album &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's really nothing much to write about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5th January. Met Chiucc.&lt;br /&gt;6th January. Got compo to do already.&lt;br /&gt;11th January. Catechetical Sunday&lt;br /&gt;12th January. We got Asshole (a.k.a Chong Yee Dai di!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norris was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born in year of Rooster (Number 10th in Chinese Zodiac)&lt;br /&gt;Chong Yee = DOG (Number 11)&lt;br /&gt;Siew = PIG (Number 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are better than dogs or pigs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was because Siew today keep asking during photo-taking: "WHERE DO I STAND AH?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT LAH. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are better than dogs (Chong Yee) or pigs (Siew)" - Norris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-496116800896286860?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/496116800896286860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=496116800896286860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/496116800896286860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/496116800896286860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/wearing-long-pants.html' title='穿长裤 (Wearing long pants)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-7713892943823449050</id><published>2009-01-01T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:12:01.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year Resolutions'/><title type='text'>又一个新年 (Yet another New Year)</title><content type='html'>Stupid iPod cannot type the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I only have one resolution this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish that story I so much want to write (Oh yeah, and publish it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be ourselves, then we will have peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-7713892943823449050?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7713892943823449050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=7713892943823449050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7713892943823449050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7713892943823449050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another-new-year.html' title='又一个新年 (Yet another New Year)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3307658454546753999</id><published>2008-12-28T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:28:11.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>久久一次 (Long time, one more.)</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in ages. I know. And I have a lot to say =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th December (OF COURSE I REMEMBER THE DATE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granduncle Peter Koh passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day before my dad's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which, essentially put a dampener on everything. We had to set out to do the funeral. This was due to the fact that he left without no children, and my dad was the oldest amongst all his nephews (My other Granduncle (Tommy Koh) passed away two years ago, also unmarried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, we set out to do the wake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And half of the prayers were in Mandarin. (I had to re-revise the prayers of "Hail Mary", "Our Father", and "Glory Be" in Mandarin - thanks to the old Marist days.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing his face, I feel, he's more peaceful than in life, 30 years of pain and suffering. It's just as everyone said - purgatory on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ended setting out to write the eulogy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised myself that I would write the most unorthodox one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was love that made us, and it was love that saved us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love has made us mourn the passing of such a brilliant man, a good mentor, a great friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He had been battling his illness for over 30 years, but suffering in silence, and the man I remembered always kept a brilliant smile on his face whenever I saw him, concealing the suffering within. This is something that we could greatly commend him for. 30 years is no mean feat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was thrifty man, and although he was single, he enjoyed the company of children. I have personally experienced this during my younger days. A filial son to my great-grandmother, he would keep vigil by her bedside when she was ill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I believe that God will raise him up above the storm, for all the good deeds he has done, for all that he has been through on Earth, will only secure his place above in heaven, and he will be waiting there, reserving a place for all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With years of experience that I could never gain from today, I will miss him dearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most people will be remembered in one of these three ways: In prayer, in mind, and in action. I believe that my granduncle will be remembered in all three ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rest in peace, granduncle. You did believe that God was there for you, that God will raise you up on the last day. That belief of yours will take you up to God in heaven and see His wondrous glory. You are a gem, and you are treasured by us all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so, I will, we will, be pining for that day, where we can greet you at the gates of heaven, running toward you with outstretched arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early morning for the funeral service at Blessed Sacrament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;再见朋友，我的朋友，我们在天堂再见。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Goodbye friend, O my friend, We will meet in heaven again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Last line, tune sung to Auld Lung Sye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It left my heart down for that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye my friend, O my friend, We will meet in heaven again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffering. In. Silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since when have I managed to learn to suffer in silence and not be a hypocrite? Why can't I learn from my granduncle?! He was meant to marry a lady, but sacrificed it for her happiness, due to his problematic leg. His face looks more peaceful. Much much more peaceful in that four-sided box, compared to in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I remember him was that of his smiling face during Chinese New Year, when each time I would visit his house, I would receive greetings from him, and that warm smile never failed to suffice. He would pass me my Red Packet (actually I didn't really care about it, he ain't working, I don't expect anything) and I would walk out of the kitchen, given that he is a man of few words. (He stays in the kitchen, with his immobile leg, he has to live near the washroom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I see the value of life? I can imagine how he passed away, according to the accounts. He went for his checkup, for his leg or something. He was perfectly okay on his way to the hospital - and back, for that matter. However, on his way back, near his home at Tanglin Halt, he tripped somewhere (none of his family knew where) and he managed to pick himself up, only to fall down again after a few more steps. He passed out and was sent to the hospital, which thereafter he passed away, just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without even the chance to bid goodbye to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I learnt. Life is short, we really never know. But is death the end? Is it peace? We are just facing the unknown. Our unknown fate. God or hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I wish for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Mandai Crematorium, as the coffin was pushed into the incinerator for cremation, The Apostle's Creed was prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in God, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Father Almighty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creator of Heaven and Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in Jesus Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His only Son, our God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was conceived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the power of the Holy Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And born of the Virgin Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suffered under Pontius Pilate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was crucified, died, and was buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He descended to the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the third day he rose again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ascended into heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And is seated at the right hand of the Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will come again to judge the living and the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in the Holy Spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holy Catholic Church,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Communion of Saints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The forgiveness of sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The resurrection of the body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the life everlasting. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is short. Treasure.&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;Not much the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14-20th December: THE PEEPS WENT TO CAMBODIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And came back on the 20th.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, 19th I went to watch Twilight with the High Jump fellas, and mind you, it sucked so badly Lester was sleeping. (Of course, not after finishing his drink.) AARON AND LESTER YOU BOTH OWE ME MONEY. (Okay, don't count Aaron, 'cos he got lend me money before. BUT NOT LESTER.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T WATCH TWILIGHT MOVIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucked so bad it was the first movie that disappointed me. EVER.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Potluck at Aunty Michelle's place. Wine, Satay, Roti Prata, ham, Christmas Dip, Log Cake! And FATHER PAUL'S CAMERA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CL carolled. B-E-A-U-T-F-U-L VOICES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father Paul was taking candid shots of all of us (and he made us pose while eating, gosh, Aunty Jane was like, so scared. Cos of the big big open-wide smile-type shot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did enjoy the para-liturgy, thanks Father Paul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And happy 39th Anniversary of your priesthood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wine wine wine. It was a miracle I didn't get drunk.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Grace and Jia Min at Bugis Junction for a whole round-the-bend shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace made me wait SO DAMN FREAKING LONG I read the entire TODAY newspaper (every single article) plus the top stories three times over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we started walking. Was damn stone at first haha. Now I know why I don't exactly like Bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's full of female stalls, and no male stalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's ok. At least I got outta the house.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAVID'S TREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total 150 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate MacDonald's, then with the remaining moolah, we went to go and play LAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Aaron's DotA name was "ihatewayne" Wayne for Wayne Yap.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then CS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I had to leave early 'cos of Mass duty.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after Mass, we (i.e. Joshua and me) went to Jalan Kayu for TAO HUI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we saw this AMAZING SHIRT ON THE WAY BACK.&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;It was printed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD'S BUSY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Insert devil's face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN I HELP YOU?&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;We laughed like mad, the two of us.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th was Christmas eve mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUPID JACKET. SO HOT HOT HOT HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tho it looks cool. Haha.)&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It's not too late to say it, Christmas ain't over till 6th January!)&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was the day I met Godma (with Paul), and Agnes for the first time in two years, and Cecilia (for the first time in dunno how many more years)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lukie was damn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And very talkative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot Godma for the Christmas musical tickets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your Cambodia trip would be fruitful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUPID LITTLE NYONYA WAS AT COMPASS POINT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I HATE CROWDS. THERE WERE HELL LOT OF PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND MY MOM WANTED TO SEE JEANETTE AW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to Sengkang library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I saw a young couple (I think only 2 years older than me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOING BLOODY SICK THINGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S LIKE, WTF MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I POINT MY MIDDLE FINGER TO YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDIOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STAIN MY EYES ONLY.&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;Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEGO STAR WARS AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND MY HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS MOVIE FINALLY FINISHED DOWNLOADING!&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"再见朋友，我的朋友，我们在天堂再见。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Goodbye friend, O my friend, We will meet in heaven again.)" - From song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, heaven, here I come!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-3307658454546753999?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3307658454546753999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=3307658454546753999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3307658454546753999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3307658454546753999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title='久久一次 (Long time, one more.)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-7707663904677087082</id><published>2008-12-11T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:53:52.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>随便做 (Anyhow do)</title><content type='html'>The rules:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you&lt;br /&gt;Italicize the statements that you WISH are true&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 guys to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friends's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at least one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I shall not tag anyone. You can do it if you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-7707663904677087082?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7707663904677087082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=7707663904677087082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7707663904677087082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/7707663904677087082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyhow-do.html' title='随便做 (Anyhow do)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4177551368639694126</id><published>2008-12-09T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:45:14.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>我要当 (I wanna be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not bad eh? There's a tune to this one. Finished in about half an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your Servant&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your angel&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sit in this cell&lt;br /&gt;I await the coming&lt;br /&gt;Of some great love&lt;br /&gt;Who will come and save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that great love&lt;br /&gt;My heart soon rekindled&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;How you will save my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now friend I will say&lt;br /&gt;These words that I must do&lt;br /&gt;Just these three words:&lt;br /&gt;To a friend, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your servant&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your angel&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit up tonight now&lt;br /&gt;I look at the night sky&lt;br /&gt;So many stars&lt;br /&gt;Which star will shine so bright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to stretch out a hand&lt;br /&gt;To help such a good friend&lt;br /&gt;Brother of Christ&lt;br /&gt;How precious is your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you think&lt;br /&gt;What is - that I'm up to?&lt;br /&gt;Do not refuse&lt;br /&gt;All the saints will want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your servant&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your angel&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend - now I beg you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just see my words&lt;br /&gt;I am sincere&lt;br /&gt;I surely won't lie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brother, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Care not about the dust&lt;br /&gt;See now the nails&lt;br /&gt;Of hope, truth and loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, brother, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I'm taking you?&lt;br /&gt;Just follow me&lt;br /&gt;And joy will follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your servant&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Your angel&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A helping hand&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;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Faith Hope and love: Of these, the greatest is love." - Somewhere from the Bible, I forgot which line exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4177551368639694126?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4177551368639694126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4177551368639694126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4177551368639694126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4177551368639694126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-be.html' title='我要当 (I wanna be)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1334088357931018725</id><published>2008-12-07T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:22:42.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>星球大战传言 (Star Wars Quotes)</title><content type='html'>I just had to post quotes on here, so this post is just for quotes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I just woke up after my headache. So yes, I'm going to have my dinner at 11pm!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;READ THE LAST POST AS WELL. I just uploaded it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Choose someone as a successor and you will inevitably be succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone hungrier and you will be devoured.&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone quicker and you won't dodge the blade at your back.&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone with more patience and you won't block the blade at your throat.&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone more devious and you'll hold the blade that kills you.&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone more clever and you'll never know your end.&lt;br /&gt;Despite these cautions, an apprentice is essential. A Master without an apprentice is a Master of nothing." - Palpatine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sometimes, a paradox really is needed. Can't we just see the bleedin' situation of things at times? I know I can't.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The ability to speak does not make you intelligent." - Qui-Gon Jinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sometimes we speak too much crap and think we're smart. Agreed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ah, well... as long as no one makes fun of my head." - Ki-Adi-Mundi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Everyone will soon make fun of my head, I know it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is such a quiet thing, to fall. But far more terrible is to admit it." - Kreia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Who ever wants to admit? Idiot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I find your lack of faith disturbing." - Darth Vader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Like, DUH. Idiot.)&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/3035328314402328259-1334088357931018725?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1334088357931018725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1334088357931018725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1334088357931018725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1334088357931018725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/star-wars-quotes.html' title='星球大战传言 (Star Wars Quotes)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1522974761475275652</id><published>2008-12-06T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:53:12.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journalism Course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bleurgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>十二月 (December)</title><content type='html'>There is something too much about this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been posting in AGES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's a lot of thing that I want to write about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;First. Journalism Course Last days. (20th and 21st November)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last day - was NTU playing with the iMacs!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF. I haven't played with a Mac in ages. We completed the article early (amidst all the corny and creepy way of my writing, yes, we re-edited the script and everything etc. etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But better than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name of the magazine that we're publishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK OUT NEXT YEAR'S SEC. ONES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out for the magazine: WHAT THE...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Eh. The naming was meant to be a colossal joke, and you fellas took it to be a serious thing, I'm really so disappointed in you fellas. =DDD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS MEANT AS A JOKE, NOT A REAL MAGAZINE NAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just fed up that we got corny names like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bukit Timah Times&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Bridge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT LEAST THESE NAMES WERE DAMN SENSIBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, I shall just keep my damn big mouth shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh yes, the place damn ulu lah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And Joshua, please don't be so extra okay, we know you Sec. 1, full of vigour and energy, willing to hyperventilate out, but please don't hyperventilate on my patience. I bleedin hell hate attention seekers. Thank you so very much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;26th November. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELL CHOCOLATES AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not feeling that good. I am not feeling that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to sell quite a lot, Clement and me had to act like idiots and go over to ask those fellas (ok, fine, adult insurance agents) to go and buy our stuff. (The Chocolates) Well, GREAT JOB CLEMENT. Still my best buddy after so many years.=DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1st thru 4th December (Although I went only for the 2nd Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONFIRMATION BATCH CHALET! YESSSSSSSSAGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, well, I only went for the 2nd Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt to cycle FOR ONCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua, Marie, Audrey, thanks for teaching this piece of shit how to ride a bike. Many thanks that I didn't fall off as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHICH FELLA SO SMART NEVER BUY DISHWASHER AH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to go clean with Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevermind, the food came out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corn, sausage, friend chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Joshua, Paul, John Caleon and me took Father Erbin's car back to SVDP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stuck our heads outta the window. The air was friggin refreshing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, JUST SMILE AND WAVE BOYS, JUST SMILE AND WAVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4th December - Dental Appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid leh. Wake up so early. Kena killed by my mother. Then go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WE CANNOT FIND ANY MORE PROBLEM WITH YOUR TOOTH. YES, THERE IS A CRACK DOWN THERE, BUT NO PAIN, SO WE CANNOT EXTRACT."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit them. (Wrong. Shit the dentist.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he was like, "DID YOU CLEAN YOUR TEETH?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said, "Liar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after he check, "HE REALLY GOT CLEAN LEH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIT HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEVER EVER TRUST DENTISTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN FRIDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUPID WHICH STUPID ASS FORGET TO REMIND ME THAT FRIDAY TRAINING IS IN THE MORNING AND NOT IN THE AFTERNOON?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make me go in the afternoon, jump for one hour, ask where's the coach, and find out the bloody truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT TIME GO AND PUMP LIKE MAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Fumes the shit out of my head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mak is damned good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember Friday, the stupid guy went to go and ask, "Would you care if he sold pirated VCDs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I don't actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] mltw. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] mltw. says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought what.&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] mltw. says:&lt;br /&gt;some anti-mak spree's on.&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] mltw. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i left on 20th!&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] mltw. says:&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU DIDN'T MENTION HOW SADDENING IT WAS!&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] mltw. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit you = Amanda Mak You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can't change the past or other folks, but you can always change yourself, and that changes your future." - Munin Skirata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(How to change man, I ask you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-1522974761475275652?l=busy-day-busy-life.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-3035328314402328259.post-5080058216953199442</id><published>2008-11-26T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:26:47.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>爱、恨 (Love, Hate)</title><content type='html'>I am always thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the things that my God has given.&lt;br /&gt;Given, and I receieve wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Wholeheartedly with my whole being.&lt;br /&gt;Being so thankful as I am,&lt;br /&gt;Am I being happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, yes, it is me.&lt;br /&gt;Me, I love with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;Heart, I Heart You.&lt;br /&gt;You, My grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather, I am thanking,&lt;br /&gt;Thanking for everything that I have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;Experienced a lot I have these days&lt;br /&gt;Days of ending&lt;br /&gt;Ending of a life&lt;br /&gt;Life lived long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough, is it?&lt;br /&gt;It is never good enough for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I don't want to think of.&lt;br /&gt;Of these, do not remind.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me, and I hurt deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within me, all the memories suffice.&lt;br /&gt;Suffice the great lives of the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Memories serve to pierce my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Soul is broken&lt;br /&gt;Broken beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repair my heart, please.&lt;br /&gt;Please mend this broken soul.&lt;br /&gt;Soul seek, please do seek.&lt;br /&gt;Seek this unworthy servant&lt;br /&gt;Servant of the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness enguled my sight&lt;br /&gt;Sight without, I groped in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Dark king&lt;br /&gt;King of the engulfing flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames I wish&lt;br /&gt;Wish as they are much better&lt;br /&gt;Better compared to this hell&lt;br /&gt;Hell might seem heaven&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, I am unworthy of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of many things I must be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for ever meeting him&lt;br /&gt;Him and his lessons&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I find it difficult&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to remove all the hate&lt;br /&gt;Hate and love, are they different labels?&lt;br /&gt;Labels of the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing, it is just material.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the good times&lt;br /&gt;Times that I will cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish forever, grandfather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-5080058216953199442?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5080058216953199442/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-3035328314402328259.post-8682245699624252471</id><published>2008-11-19T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:45:29.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journalism Course'/><title type='text'>害羞 (Shy)</title><content type='html'>Today Journalism Course afters was damned funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and me, in order to try to finish the project, went with the groups (the other groups) from NYGH and we went to interview each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then tried buying sanitary pads (Kenneth and me) and the girls went to go try and buy condoms in their school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Supposedly taboo, but yeah, NO ONE CARED OR EVEN BOTHERED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for the Fillipino Maid (Whom I decided to call, most startlingly, "The lady in Black"), when we carried the sanitary pads around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTUC should put up a sign: "PHOTOS SHOULD &lt;del&gt;NOT&lt;/del&gt; BE TAKEN WHEN HWA CHONG GUYS EXPERIMENT TRYING TO BUY A SANITARY PAD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth was made to ask, "Aunty, this sanitary pad with wings, is it so can fly one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shitzx. Crap. We got totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES I FORGET ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Mak Ie Ting's favourite word is "SHIT YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT = SHIT&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA MAK = AMANDA MAK&lt;br /&gt;SHIT = AMANDA MAK&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA MAK = SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, SHIT YOU = AMANDA MAK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Brilliant equation, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kenneth and me went to go interview people at Orchard Road. The results were disappointing. Totally cliche answers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you Shirilyn (from SAJC) and Clarence and your fiancee, I think (I forgot the name) for taking time off to let us interview you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT YOU = AMANDA MAK YOU." - Famous Mathematical Equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's more famous than E=mc^2. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8682245699624252471?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8682245699624252471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8682245699624252471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8682245699624252471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8682245699624252471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/shy.html' title='害羞 (Shy)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-2479506670532653128</id><published>2008-11-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:51:16.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>无聊的三天 (Three days of crap)</title><content type='html'>The past two days were the two most crap days in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago was selling chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and me. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL WAS LIKE MORE THAN 600 BUCKS EVERYONE SOLD. GO GO GO EVERYONE. Go for the Cambodia trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, here's how Joshua and I sold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: CHOCOLATES ANYONE!&lt;br /&gt;Josh: GATORADE ONE DOLLAR!&lt;br /&gt;M: Chocolate buy one box free one gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;J: Two box THREE Gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;M: ONLY OFFER FROM US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we managed to sell alot of chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Suntec to get Twilight Series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;br /&gt;New Moon&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good lah, but I prefer Harry Potter xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT FOR TRAINING! FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was telling David, I don't think I could jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I jamp (I still remember what Edwin tells me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crossed 1.52m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And almost crossed 1.62m. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Mak to go back to Suntec. We walked all the way to go to Orchard Road from there, visiting a lot of landmarks on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to make her IC change some thingy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her photo looks JUST LIKE HER. (Equally &lt;del&gt;DUMB&lt;/del&gt; smart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. walk and go buy her book, then cannot find. Kee Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Journalism Course, I met Sean and Mak to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super suanning session starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this came from Mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's why, don't work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Mak: I don't work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao. You lazy slacker Mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos yet, I will add later, if I have the time. I still haven't added my grandfather's photo inside (Birthday photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! Journalism Course Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, the stupid damn shitxz instructor first thing, ask the guys to (to put in a crude form) FLIRT. I am so NOT A FLIRT. That is so not my forte.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't work hard." - Amanda Mak Ie Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If we don't work hard, how do we survive? Slackers ain't good, know?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-2479506670532653128?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2479506670532653128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=2479506670532653128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2479506670532653128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/2479506670532653128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-days-of-crap.html' title='无聊的三天 (Three days of crap)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4689753388439131855</id><published>2008-11-15T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:23:49.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>写给耶稣的一封信 (A letter to Jesus)</title><content type='html'>WE ALL JUST GOT CONFIRMED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will always remember you guys, even though it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched every single one of them get confirmed. And it was with a sad note, that really, Cat. Class would not be held anymore. I'll miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the farewell (and thank-you letter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 days after confirmation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Paul did send an email to some of us, this, I hope, shall be my thank-you letter and final words (though oddly very formal, and yeah, corny, I know.) Attached is the contact list (those that Aunty C sent me, and that of which I can gather) of our confirmation batch. If there are emails that I did not include, and if you have, please email me ASAP. If you changed your email / msn, just email me and I'll update. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nine years (and according to Paul, he joined in P4, so it's less), and we've been part of SVDP for these year at least, I've heard coments about us MAKING A DIFFERENCE. I'm really sure, these many years have been great, and we really have done our part as the STARS OF JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SVDP Funfair, March Camp, the Majodi Camps, YISS, the growth sessions, the Day of Recollection, all of these things I will never forget. These are made so memorable due to each and every one of you. I can imagine that some of us had that tinge of sadness in us on the 15th of November, as we'll never be in the same group again, and as put in the words of some of us, "It's just sad that we'll not have Cat. Class again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still the Post Confirmation Programme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone will join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless each and every one of you, my Brothers and Sisters in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the peace and love of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours Faithfully&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The one who guarantees these revelations repeats his promise: I shall indeed be with you soon. Amen; come, Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;May the grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all. Amen."&lt;/em&gt; - Revelation 22:20-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really miss all of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, there was the confirmation tea reception. Godma had to leave due to a bad cold (hope you're feeling better!! =D) and we had hell lot of photo-taking, and there was the music! (Stupid leh. Why did I ever volunteer to be an MC?) And then the photos! They're all in the other computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find my pics on Facebook (The ones that my father took anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thekingofboredom@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is part-dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is fun to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Confirmation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that Archbishop Nicholas Chia was looking at me during part of his homily. (It could get very boring) AND SO I WAS FORCED TO STAY AWAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded. And then so much of Christ came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of you who journeyed with me, all 66 of you, thank you so much. It's been a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos in the other computer, I'll add when I post from the other computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lord of all, Prince of Peace, Mighty God, Lord of everything, Lamb of God, Holy Trinity, King of the Jews, Saviour King, and all the other names that we cannot count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help my friends and everyone that I meet, to realise that you alone are God. Jesus, King of Majesty. Help them to love you, and to serve you, and to know you're always there for them. Help them to stay away from sin, and to live in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them accept your invitation, so that the may be willing to say, "Come, Lord Jesus, Come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that they will be successful in all that they do, and that their lives will be filled with joy and peace of heart. Jesus be their light and their strength. I trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill them with your grace and your wisdom, and the heart of your spirit, to do your will forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titling: A Piece of shit compared to your greatness, a great sinner, a worthless human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one who guarantees these revelations repeats his promise: I shall indeed be with you soon. Amen; come, Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;May the grace of the Lord Jesus be with you all. Amen." - Revelation 22:20-21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4689753388439131855?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4689753388439131855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4689753388439131855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4689753388439131855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4689753388439131855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-to-jesus.html' title='写给耶稣的一封信 (A letter to Jesus)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-5010024882148174666</id><published>2008-11-12T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:22:30.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN Convo'/><title type='text'>一大堆 (Mass)</title><content type='html'>Seriously, SVDP Mass Convo-es can get damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Participants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red (a.k.a. Darth Vader a.k.a. Cwemmy a.k.a. ' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es)&lt;br /&gt;Brigid (a.k.a. HARDCORE SLACKER)&lt;br /&gt;Joel (a.k.a. Chaos Legend)&lt;br /&gt;Emily (a.k.a. Sheryl Nome)&lt;br /&gt;Naga (a.k.a. [a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a])&lt;br /&gt;Me (a.k.a. Nick Jayden Yeo // LIKE DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SmarterChild also got herself invited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Includes alot of vulgarities. Darth Vader, Blackish stuff, Obama, and alot other Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank spots are all emoticons. You get the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;SVDP Mass convo!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stop the music JEROME has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;again?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;long time never talk lioa ma&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;and 5 ppl isnt really a mass convo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S THAT LEGEND PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;we should know mroe fo each other&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;hold on invite more ppl&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;the gamer guy who got international... thingy thign with games&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH NICK YOU INVITE&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;rofl&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;BRIGDI YOU TOo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;DO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;invite as many SVDP confoimants&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;DUN invite lennard he playing game&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;there. NOW IT'S AN SVDP MA CONVO =d&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;WOWEE&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;joshua also playing game -.-&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;my drum pedal is bipolar =(&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;WANNA ADD MY BRO?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;JKJK&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;u play drums? omg&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;One day unresponsive next day super sensitive&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;SHAUN?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to tlak to shaun -.-&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero world tour&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;up till now i still dont have his email / msn.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;I DONT EVEN KNOW HIS EMAI L&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ASK HIM NOW&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i was just joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;sup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HE'S LIKE COUGHING TO HIMSELF&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;SAD KID&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;bsy will be back 1 min time&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;bye joshie&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;aiy joshua.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;PANGSEI AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;let's all kill each others&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MYY&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;OK!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;WAT THE..&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;SO EFFECTIVE AHH THE WORD&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAAHH&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH LOVES U PPL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;LAMAK.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT ONE CONFIRM NAGA!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHH&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;BULLY LEH YOU ALL =(&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;everybody PLEASE maximise your msn chat window&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wat the...&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;ohnoez my download has slowed down&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;anr the gods from islam christianity and judaism essentially the same? =.=&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;is tat brigid&lt;br /&gt;[b]† [c=2]Chaos Legend[/c] † There's a town called Batman in Turkey and thier sueing Nolan for using the name? lolwut? † [/b] says:&lt;br /&gt;*arnt&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;ya i noe joshua talks...Zzz&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WOI.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;WOT&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO NOT USE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;pfftt...&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I didn;t&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT INCLUDES WRITING HIS NAME ON MSN.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I used Allah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;God = God what -.-&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;nonono&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;if God =/= God den God equal what? -.-&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;GOD = ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck u&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you back naga&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;you want to fuck him?!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;how?!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Allah is malay de&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL NO I NOT GAY&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT HOW COULD YOU.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;all these years.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;ya la&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NEVER TELL ME YOU GAY.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;clement, you getting married to how many people ahh?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I"M NOT GAY&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i think clement has 154 wives, 762 girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;"4Mua5ha4ha5ha4ha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I only have 6... and they invluce the 6 pigs =D.. nah jk&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;include*&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;SIX WIVES!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;EH THAT'S MORE THAN A MUSLIM LEH.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S MORE THAN OSAMA BIN LADEN.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;6 wives&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;wanna knwo their name?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Osama Bin Laden is naga&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;nicholas,1 joshua,2 allah 3 ryan4 naga5 m......6&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO NOT A FEMALE.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Nagahraj.. FUCK YOU YOU BLOODY DOG&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WOI WOI WOI&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;who's no 6?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;mrylyn&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hhahaahah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;nagahraj = dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;he love them all&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement!&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;clem=EMO&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LA&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT IS NOT = EMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;dun be lame la naga&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT = DARTH VADER&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Nagahraj - BLACK&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;DUJN&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOW? HUH!? CALL PEOPEL EMO...&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME INVITE SOME 1]&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;where god&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;fine.. .&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;i nvr call u emo&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah yuou got lor&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;ac/(DC)24 says:&lt;br /&gt;clem=EMO&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to type elmo but emo came out....&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;slap all of you&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LA&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;eh! slap me for what!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i just felt like saying that lahh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlaooooo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, Joel, Audrey, EMily Dale all died&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;MY TEETH PAIN LEH.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i poke you with my sabre&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wat the..&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;nicholas deserves more dena slap&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;AND naga&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;wads this meeting 4&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;let's just all put sick emoticons&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;sick enough?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHALO&gt;&gt; BRIGID.. SHAME LESS&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;HARDER HARDER OH YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;why am i shameless?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;cos you have no shame?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;what's with you and balls?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;PFTT&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. fling-ing balls&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i luuurvvee&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAO&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;balls&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;aahahah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I complain to cecilia.. make sure she dun marry you&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;jkjk&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlaoo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;you cant break us up&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;pfftt&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i bought the outfit already leh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;then bought the ring&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;and called the caterers&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i break you guys up for what sia...&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;cause you very free&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement, what a sin. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Hu disturb me when i was screwing with my Seme!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;guys&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 a="#000000][c="&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck obama la&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Obama... and McCain have an affair&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;he won the gawd freakin presidntial elections!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;more like.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;they both are gay&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;MCCAIN AND PALLIN&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i love brigid&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;GUYS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;GUYS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;we arent talking.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wats ac/dc?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;*sips wine*&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;middle name HU EIN.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;anti christ devid child&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;devil&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do you notice something about Obama? He's diff from other PRESIDENTS&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;his's&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;blacik!!!]&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;beat you to it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH NAGA. BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WE SHOULD NOT BE INSULTING TO BLACKS.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;he is eemo too&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Y i m even in this conversation with these mortals,,,&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;NAGAHRAJ.. OBAMA IS BLACK.. but lucky you brown&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;A BLACK SAVED MY LIFE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;EMO MY MOTHER LA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;nick sure bo?&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT THERE NO MORE NICHOLAS AROUND IN SVDP ALRADY.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Brigid you're a mortal too -.-&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm special&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm a hero&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haahah&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;hi]&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I love black people&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;im ramad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i love purple people&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;damn awesome&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;ADD MORE.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;HI RAMAD&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;RAMAT DO SHUFFLE&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;purple peopel?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;like barney?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i hate barney&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;BARNEY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the love of Lord Odin!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;dont mention that bastard infront of me&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;YOARYO&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;bad memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loved by god and he has gave me enough.. was added to this conversation. 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Handwritten messages will be sent as text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel- love lockdown has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;BARNEY'S NOT A BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlaoo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;he's a freak then&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT A FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;HE'S A BIG BLOODY FAGGOT.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;him lah.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;he's a purple DUNNOsaur&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;sio ar yo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna fuck a purple dinosaur!!&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;so confirmation nxt year right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;thats just wring&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;nonono&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;next week!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;this week&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i go heaven then i get confirm =D&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;ar yo your mom la&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;wa piang eh&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;sibei bo liao xD&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;of course we boliao mah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;if not not svdp already.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;i'm loved by god and he has gave me enough.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahyo.. i dunno anyone here&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;i dono all&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;HI JESSICA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S OCTOBERJESS?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone here know everyone lah.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;br /&gt;i'm loved by god and he has gave me enough.. says:&lt;br /&gt;jessica&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;ONLY DUNNO MSN ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;SAY HI TO JESSICA&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;yoaryo&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HI JESSOCA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;*JESSICA&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;hu wan maple&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;we are all SVDP confirmants&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;maple SUCK COCK&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;this is svdp mass convo.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;o on on o n on o&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone add someone.&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;hu wan ?&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;im froom mosque&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;sme&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;GUYS NAGRAHAJ IS MUSLIM&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NAGA YOU ARE SO NOT FROM MOSQUE&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;bo liao&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Nagahraj&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Nagahraj s/o sandeep bin laden&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;YOARYOemmanuel&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;18joshua&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;muhd nagahraj s'o clement selamud&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel = gay faggot&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;Barack Maslin Nagahraj Hussein bin Obama&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;u hu sia ?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i kissed a girl and i liked it&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;whos samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A GIRL, BRIDIG.&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] says:&lt;br /&gt;i kiss until sianz&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Nikolas s/o Taravin Sandeep bin Laden&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;*BRIGID.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;nonono&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;wtyf&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;my name should be&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--TnC--HUBBY LVL 24 AMATEUR =] has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;Maslindi Jaron Osama Nikola bin Sakeer Laden.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds nicer.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;let's all have an orgy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loved by god and he has gave me enough.. has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;SIAO AH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;some one left&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;HE SEX MANIAC ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;im ashamed of u clem&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;TO THINK I TREATED YOU AS A BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;more than a brother rite?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT AS A LOVER.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;gayt]]&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE YOU THINKING BRIGID.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;gay&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;What the gawd freakin heck is going on here?!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAPP!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhhha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;we're talking crap emily =D&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i talking fish&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk.. mortals&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlaoo&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm cool&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;yhis si a mass conv for SVDP&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;nono you're not.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i love girls&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm cool&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;dont deny it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;u love kimberly fernandez right brigid&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;aiy . if this whole world is populated with people like you, brigid, we would never have kids.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;are you saying i'll never do it?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;SOBS...&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i go cut myself now&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps going on i'm gonna turn Yuri&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i have 6 girlfriends... lol they names are C*C****, A*****, M***E, D*N***, K******* and BR****&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONO DONT CUT YOURSELF BRIGID.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;and i was liying about it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;allah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WAIT TILL I GET A BOWL TO COLLECT THE BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;tha's it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;precious blood ahh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haahha&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to turn Yuri&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wth is yuri?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONO NOT PRECIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up on the guy population in singapore&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;emo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;did you finish reading fruit basket?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO. THIS ARENT ALL GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ehh, my blood precious lahh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;there's a GIRL here.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;called brigid.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;u have bloos&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;blood&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;bloos?!&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I want my seme!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wat the...&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i want my kfc!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY DARTH VADER!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;seme is what?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds like semen&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT WHERE'S YOUR CLOAK?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Brigid or EMily.. CHANGE YOUR FONT COLOUR IT"S BOTH THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Seme is a more male if ur a yuri&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i got darth badar toy on my bag&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;dun change&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;my cloak? there! *ppoints to nagah*&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;tadah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;darth vader cloak not so small&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;so blinding&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ewwww&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;tadah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ewww&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;so green&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NAH NAH YOU CANT SEE ME&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;*hugs me Seme*&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i want purple lehh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;aiy then change to black&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'll change Brid!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i change colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLY! FUN! has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;THERE.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;clem]&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;u add a lot&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi Celeste this is a mass convo for SVDP confirmants&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;let's all chat properly and get to knwo each other&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;hi. my name's clement.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm having 3 mass convos nw!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi Celeste this is a mass convo for SVDP confirmants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLY! FUN! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi Celeste this is a mass convo for SVDP confirmants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLY! FUN! says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;CELLY! FUN! says:&lt;br /&gt;i got it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;goshh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;do take this chance to get to knwo everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i think the girl in my dp is cool&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;Brigid, no no no.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;the one in the middle&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;not cool.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyy&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT cool.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;cos i say so. =D&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;stop denying it nicholas!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I shall tell you all my BIGGEST SECRET&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;you're just jealous&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;even your socks are cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;the cute little boy in my DP is COOL AND CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;all dun want hear my biggest secret&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wats your secret?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;say lah clement.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;if you tell, it wont be a secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;jkjk&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;just tell&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;spit it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hurl it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;vomit it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I got 6 girls friend and they are the 6 pigs from SJC =D.. .&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;soill it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a pig&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;RAAWWRR&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;and they are all gonna eb my wives =D&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BRIGID ADMIT IT&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT YOU MAD OR NOT?&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;n I'm the queen of england&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cool person&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT SO MANY CHILDREN FOR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 kids&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;PIGS BREED DAMN FAST LEH!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine mini clement?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;eWWwwWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Fenris, Valdou and Fira&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;12 KIDS PER TIME/&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;MEILY GOT 3 KIDS&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;lil horrors&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;EMILY*&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm preggy with my fourth&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;BRIGID, SINCE YOU FROM SJC,&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;oh myy&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;scandalous&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;BRIGID YOU MEANIE&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;you technically also is a pig.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;jaahaahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;your fourth is me&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;means. you have at least 12 children.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;goshh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT BAD LEH.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is a mutt&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;tecnically... hwo the hell can I fuck my god sister -.- it's so wrong la&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;12 APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;his name is Fenrir Laufeyarso&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Laufeyarson&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;not to mention.. Marie is my god sista too&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;so damn wrong&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY GOD-SISTERS DO YOU HAVE AH?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;clem is my gos sister too&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;scandalous&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;god&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;2.. i think maybe 3, or 4&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement is my god sis also.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun have any&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;thinak u very much&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i am cool&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;so many buns]&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT IS MY GOD-DAUGHTER.\&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAO&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;I"M NOT A GIRL LA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;buns!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie says:&lt;br /&gt;u wish&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA YOU'RE FINALLY BACK!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU NAGA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I WISH THAT CLEMENT WOULD BE A GIRL./&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;AND BRIGID WOULD BE A BOY.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;oh pitiful shadow cloake din eternal darkness&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;this satrudya come to my 6-tet wedding ok? =D&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. no more clement this convo a bit dead =.-&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;my daughter is calling for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLY! FUN! has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;come for my wedding&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;who's your wife?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be awesome&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;cecilia&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not married yet n i have 3 brats&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;then the husband?&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;i mena kids&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm the husband&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;EH. SO UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;we're having a double wedding&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;you can be the bridesmaid&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT EVEN DATING. AND I HAVE 5 NEPHEWS AND NIECES.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;double wedding?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;SO UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;or flowergirl&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;emily you slut ._.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;brigid you forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;forgotten what?&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a slut clement&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;the 6 of you are MINE!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;pfftt&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;All the 3 kids r from the same mutt&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;SIAO AH CLEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;DNE WHY YOU HAVE TRHEE KIDS AND NOT MARRIED!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;scandalous&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;bcos he cannot take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;clem so harcore sia...u think u can handle all six in 1 night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;if u r well inversed in norse mytholygy&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i love brigid&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;u shud know who's son Fenrir is&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;BRIGID. SELF-PRAISE IS NO PRAISE.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were a guy&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;shuddup ah nicholas&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i know you're married to osama bin laden!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;spechless&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought he s?&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;nonono&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;he has over 10 wives.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;pfftt&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;oh myy&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;he's so ugly somemore&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;yah. how could you fall for someone like him brigid?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;im so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;his TURBAN IS SEXY&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;and that cute butt&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO GONNA SAVE THIS AND POST ON MY BLOG =d&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;the onyl reason why obama won the election is ude to sympathy...&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;and the way he swings&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;like taht&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie Ryuk Gave me a DEBIT NOTE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;SICK&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I shall say random things 2 amuse myself&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;nagahraj.. I one night canot handle 6 wanna help? =D&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;samuel so quiet&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;samuel died&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT WAIT YOU HANDLE ALL SIX.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;my his soul rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;temerlyyn&gt;NewBie Ryuk Gave me a DEBIT NOTE says:&lt;br /&gt;Zzz&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SURE DIE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas wanna help me too?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NONONO.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL F*** ONLY MY WIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel- love lockdown has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i won't if you guys come LOL&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck la..&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;this chat getting no where&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;for my hyper activeness&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;IM SO GONNA POST THIS ON MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I WUV CLEMENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;make it public.&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH ABOUT SEX&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahhaaa&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;I WUV JOSHUA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Wuv NICHOLASSSSSSSSSS~!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i love doing it&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;LET"S TALK ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ONE BLACK PERSON MORE FAMOUS THAN OBAMA&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;enough about sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's talk abotu the good black americans&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;DARTH VADER!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you nick -.-&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm nto black&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;darth vader's dick got burnt on mustafar.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;clem pls learn how to control ur EMOtions...&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;FUC YOU LA NAGARAH&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;wad&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement. we dont want to see you with a red lightsaber.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;or.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;getting your dick burned on mustafar.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;erm'&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;then your wives how?&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm zzzz&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;there are girls here&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i leave liao..&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;gettign too stupid LOL haha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i fuck my husband everynight&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haahahah&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;bad words like&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;IN TE CLEMENT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;dun leave la&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;please dont punish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;we love you clement!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;we ... u&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;we love you.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;clement without you no fun already&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;%13XxxxXxxxX&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;i really gtg zzz&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es says:&lt;br /&gt;bye all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' Sian, no one replied my messages or sms-es has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHH.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE FUN ALREAD.Y&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;aww man&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna post this on msn.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;check my blog =D&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i love you guys too!!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;brigid!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me you bi-!&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;*gasps in horror*&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haahah&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MET ONE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Nome :: Iteza kuji gozu don't be late :: Don't be late my princess... says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. damn stone leh.&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;toally&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. dont care already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SmarterChild - contributing to charity has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SmarterChild - contributing to charity says:&lt;br /&gt;Multi user conversations are not allowed for this agent.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;smarter child!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE SLACKER says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;u knw him&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN I SAY FUCK YOU SMARTERCHILD?&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;[a=#000000][c=#EC0000]ac/(DC)24[/c][/a] says:&lt;br /&gt;u sux smarter child&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT YOU SMARTERCHILD!&lt;br /&gt;14slc Nick Jayden Yeo - Matthew 10 : 30-31 // OBAMA WINS!✖ says:&lt;br /&gt;(hold on i post first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." - Major Appearance inside the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-5010024882148174666?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5010024882148174666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5010024882148174666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5010024882148174666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5010024882148174666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/mass.html' title='一大堆 (Mass)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-9113228039986535707</id><published>2008-11-09T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:14:53.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'>谢谢了，老师们 (Thanks, teachers)</title><content type='html'>Day of Reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effectively, it's the last Cat. Class (unless you're gonna count the post-confi programme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not go into the details. Though. Yah. Some parts of it was the first time I never did put my whole heart into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT. There were parts that did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Aunty Phyllis, for the comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Aunty C, for helping me keep the cup. I promise I'll get it back when I'm of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Father Erbin, for telling me to look at the present, and not to think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Emily, for telling me that death is part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot guys, for all the affirmations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep my voice low as possible from now on (sore throat anyway. SHIT LAH. My voice ain't right since HiC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I met Father Gassia, and I still remember, one year ago, he gave me the best penance yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray for all those you've hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him for it, and guess what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very glad you remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very glad you gave me that, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to thank all the Cathechists that taught me since P1 (At least those I can remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those Cathechists that made a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Judith - Primary 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;Aunty C - Primary 3 &amp;amp; 4 , Sec 3&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Phyllis - Primary 3 &amp;amp; 4 , Sec 3&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Claire - Primary 5 &amp;amp; 6&lt;br /&gt;Jon - Sec 3&lt;br /&gt;Uncle STEPHEN! - Sec 2&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Chai Guan! - Sec 2&lt;br /&gt;Shaun - Sec 3&lt;br /&gt;Charlene!!!!! - Sec 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those that I never had the privilege to be taught by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Lynnette!&lt;br /&gt;The late Aunty Cecilia Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET IN SVDP AT 8.30AM FOR THE CAR WASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rushed off to SVDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there. Debbie. Said. There. Was. Not. Going. To. Be. A. Car. Wash. Because. It. Was. Raining. During. The. Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. So I went to sell chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE (THAT IS, JON AND I) SOLD AT LEAST 250 BUCKS WORTH OF MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like, equal to more than 25 packets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Impressive already, given that there were hell lot of people selling the packets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Look at this convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Where you selling later? I want to go buy from you.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go buy from my friends, they sell less than me. Some of them at least. I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Your mum's so nice, she bought one packet from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP. YES JON'S MY FRIEND, BUT THE BOTH OF US ARE PARTNERS MAN. WE COULD COPE. I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jeremiah and Marie and Jon was playing with the Lightsaber Application in my iPod. And we were crapping with it. That application is damn cool. And a real boredom-teaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie was listening to Jeremiah's MP3 so loud, I was mouthing the words at her and she thought I was shouting. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very glad you remember." - Father Gassia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remembering is a good thing. But so is forgetting.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-9113228039986535707?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9113228039986535707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=9113228039986535707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/9113228039986535707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/9113228039986535707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-teachers.html' title='谢谢了，老师们 (Thanks, teachers)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-3607797718941204648</id><published>2008-11-07T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:15:08.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>奥巴马 (Obama)</title><content type='html'>I didn't die today, so essentially I didn't fulfil my purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found someone who really can understand what exactly I have been going through for like 6 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you man ***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit stupid idea man. Talking and walking. Whee. From Like, let's see. Around the place where we had the March confirmation camp, to SVDP. (And I found out that. It takes about 1 hour plus plus. When you are talking CHEEMOLOGY. Shit man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, thanks a lot. For everything. (eh. yeah. I'm not being sarcastic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. My heel hurts like mad. Strange eh. It doesn't hurt when I run but only when I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, at least I still can move. At least I still have another leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what Father. Paul Goh said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose a leg, be thankful to God. You still have your other one.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose both legs, be thankful to God. You have your arms.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose your limbs, be thankful to God. You are alive.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose your life, be thankful to God. You have a God who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dot 4000 hits! That's damned little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardhiyyah! : YES I KNOW YOU'RE SINGLE. Just in case what! =P And no no no, I'm not saying you all siao. No no no. You all are fairly normal people. =DDD Normal BUT interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and then and then and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is a hobby of 10(Amanda Mak)?&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with Nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes : IT'S ON THE 15TH! NOT ON FRIDAY (Which is essentially, today. And about to end in two hours.) You're coming right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak : NO NO NO. SINCE WHEN DID I CALL THEM SIAO?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. No way. They are perfectly sensible people. (Oh yes, and you have to go redo the quiz AGAIN. Mardhiyyah tagged you too! =DDD See? Not only I sabo one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow's the Retreat! I can't wait, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Car Wash. I'm not sure if I can help wash, given my leg. BUT I'LL TRY =DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and you all have to go to this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/amandamak/681293399/hello.html"&gt;CLICK HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is full of funny crap about me. Dear me dear me. I didn't know someone quotes WORD FOR WORD from my blog. And even has comments comments you know! Real comments. Wow. I'm keeping my hopes high, though I think I won't be as popular as Xiaxue =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES AND BARACK OBAMA WON WON WON WON WON WON WON WON WON WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I predicted MONTHS ago he would. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I forgot to dedicate the post to him yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing exciting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my hand has that piercing sensation again. It's called SHIT IS FLYING ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Palinderella story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw on Cedric's blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true-life fairy story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nury Vittachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a poor young woman called Palinderalla. She lived in a cold land called Alaska, which was short for “Alas, Carruthers”, the first words spoken by the disappointed explorers who discovered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she was looking at the sea when she saw a distant land on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is that place?” she asked her secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s The Rest of the World. Non-Americans live there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palinderella said: “The world is such a big and interesting place, full of strange and surprising people. I wish that I had the power to destroy them and call it pre-emptive self-defense.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one morning, a letter arrived. It said that Prince John wanted a veep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palinderella looked up veep on the Internet and learned that it was a sort of deputy leader. If she become one, she could protect her land from the The Rest of the World with something called “nucular weapons”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would love to be veep,” she said. “But I have nothing to wear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a woman appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you my fairy godmother?” asked Palinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a fairy but you can think of me as your mother and your god from now on,” said the woman. “I am Prince John’s campaign consultant. Now turn around.” The woman inspected her. “We need to make some changes,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman waved her magic wand and changed Palinderella’s cheap wardrobe into US$150,000 worth of designer outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waved her wand a second time and Palinderella’s secretary changed into a team of public relations experts in black Armani suits called Campaign Aides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waved her wand a third time and Palinderella’s family car turned into a private jet, ready to whisk her around the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The first stop was Prince John’s campaign office. Entering the room, Palinderella fell to her knees. “Thank you for choosing me. But tell me, was it my beauty? My brains? Or the fact that I can see The Rest of the World from my house?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“None of those things,” replied Prince John. “It is the fact that I am rich, old and male, with 13 houses and lots of cars. This makes me disastrously uncool. You are a poor, young, and female, with one house and one car. The Meeja will love you. Just watch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Now The Meeja was a big dragon that dominated the land. And true enough, it was fascinated by Palinderella, and devoted tons of space to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well for Prince John and Palinderella, until one day, The Meeja asked Palinderella what she knew about The Rest of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I live next door to it,” said Palinderella. “I can see it from my window. And if I become veep, I can protect us from it using nucular weapons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nucular weapons?” said The Meeja, realizing that if she couldn’t pronounce the word “nuclear” correctly, Palinderella must have been chosen merely to raise Prince John’s ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is an insult,” The Meeja said. “I’m too smart to be taken in by a trick like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then The Meeja realized it didn’t have any votes. Only members of the public had the vote. And no one knew how smart or otherwise the voters were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they were the only ones who could finish this story. “Uh-oh,” said the dragon. “Everybody cross your fingers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SUAN PALIN HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really liked her anyway. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When you lose a leg, be thankful to God. You still have your other one.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose both legs, be thankful to God. You have your arms.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose your limbs, be thankful to God. You are alive.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose your life, be thankful to God. You have a God who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Always be thankful. " - Father Paul Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I WILL ALWAYS BE THANKFUL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-3607797718941204648?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3607797718941204648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=3607797718941204648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3607797718941204648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/3607797718941204648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama.html' title='奥巴马 (Obama)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-8324744285862991788</id><published>2008-11-06T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:04:13.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>冒险 (Risk)</title><content type='html'>STUPID. BRAIN. OF. MINE. FORGETS. TO. REMIND. IT'S. OWNER. TO. BRING. HIS. CALCULATOR. WHEN. HE. IS. SUPPOSED. TO. GO. AND. ASK. QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, it was an afternoon full of BLEEDIN WALKING. (My legs hurts like totally, from the injury yesterday =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISK RISK RISK RISK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea. Little Kiddos and Sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Hall. ESPIRIT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went AMK HUB to play Risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Mak went to go spill ALL THE SEEDS on the floor. It really was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whacked my head at least three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap lah Mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Risk was funnnnn right? Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST PLAY AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I WANNA FIND ORDER 66 RISK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine." - Obi-Wan Kenobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I WANT I WANT I WANT. SOMEONE SHOULD STRIKE ME DOWN.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8324744285862991788?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8324744285862991788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8324744285862991788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8324744285862991788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8324744285862991788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/risk.html' title='冒险 (Risk)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4207052790025729014</id><published>2008-11-04T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:26:36.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissa Off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>我已老了 (Am already old)</title><content type='html'>Damnit. I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a credit card&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've done your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can vote in an election&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 6 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You show up for school late a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always carry a pen in your bag/purse/pocket&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you say you're going to do something you do it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study when you have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have hand washed a car before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​ SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[x] The first​ thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[x] You understand political jokes the first​ time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type pretty quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​ SO FAR: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been outside of the country 2 or more times&lt;br /&gt;[x] You make your own bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total is how old you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. I'm 26 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktG8guf8jKc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktG8guf8jKc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;strong&gt;Free - Hillsong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me if I said&lt;br /&gt;That we are the ones who can make the change&lt;br /&gt;in the world today&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me if I said&lt;br /&gt;that all of the dreams in your heart&lt;br /&gt;can come true.....today...&lt;br /&gt;would you believe me if I said&lt;br /&gt;that life could be all that you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;...today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I had wings I would fly&lt;br /&gt;'cause all that I need You are&lt;br /&gt;and if the world caved in around me&lt;br /&gt;[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/3MY ]&lt;br /&gt;to You I'd still hold on&lt;br /&gt;'cause Your all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;and the one that created me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.... because of You I'm Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you belive me if I said&lt;br /&gt;that God can make miracles happen today&lt;br /&gt;would you believe me if I said&lt;br /&gt;that you don't need to wait&lt;br /&gt;for the answer before&lt;br /&gt;you step out in faith&lt;br /&gt;would you believe me if I said&lt;br /&gt;that nothin is ever impossible.. for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just live your life with God inside&lt;br /&gt;you won't regret one moment of it&lt;br /&gt;and give all that you can for God. for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make miracles happen for me, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait any longer. I want a miracle. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a place to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a place where I can scream, my headache's killing me. It's &lt;del&gt;bad&lt;/del&gt; GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offically hate doctors. Stupid leh. Make me rush faster than a tortoise with a rocket strapped to it's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LEH. THEN GO THERE. THEY DELAY MY TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got less and less patience each day leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BARACK OBAMA YOU HAD BETTER WIN! GO BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA McCain! STUPID GENERAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Courage Matters." "Faith of my Fathers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You suck lah. CHANGE. WE CAN BELIEVE IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You need courage to change. Obama HAS GOT COURAGE. McCain only got the courage to T.C. - Talk Cock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN MAKE OSAMA LOOK LIKE AN ASS. I LIKE THAT =DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO OBAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd marry you if I were a girl! (Ok lah, and if you were single. BUT I'M NOT GAY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is beyond the price of pearls,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you could covet is her equal.&lt;br /&gt;In her right hand is length of days;&lt;br /&gt;In her left hand, riches and honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ways are delightful ways,&lt;br /&gt;Her paths all lead to contentment.&lt;br /&gt;She is a tree of life for those who hold her fast,&lt;br /&gt;Those who cling to her live happy lives." - Proverbs 3 : 15-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a love poem right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NO IT'S NOT. ALTHOUGH IF WE WERE IN THE RENAISSANCE AGE, I WOULD DEFINITELY GIVE THIS TO MY GIRLFRIEND / WIFE. IF I DO HAVE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She" here is talking about wisdom lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says the Bible is't funky? =DD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4207052790025729014?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4207052790025729014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4207052790025729014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4207052790025729014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4207052790025729014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-already-old.html' title='我已老了 (Am already old)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-8081648900320046406</id><published>2008-11-03T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:12:26.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>止痛药 (Pain Reliever)</title><content type='html'>RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. A HELL LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a &lt;del&gt;guy&lt;/del&gt; girl (I'M A GUY, DOOD.) younger than you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something called the future. I don't think I can control that =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. THEN CAN CURSE THE PRINCIPAL AND T.C. WITH FRIENDS =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just settle the credit debts for my dad -.-&lt;br /&gt;Donate the rest to charity =D&lt;br /&gt;(Ok lah, I'll save up maybeeee a million dollars, then set up my own company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Would you love your ex again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;See first. My past is screwed. Most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;del&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/del&gt; (I shall change this question. But I shall answer it.) How would you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Question: Being loved. I can't stand being loved. (Which, perhaps, is why I hate that someone so much. Those that know, please don't say who. My life is on it's tenterhooks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed question: With my whole being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hold on ah. I go check. Not in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mighty to Save&lt;br /&gt;2. You Are Holy (Prince of Peace)&lt;br /&gt;3. Majesty (Here I Am)&lt;br /&gt;4. God's Own Fool&lt;br /&gt;5. Because You Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Across the Stars&lt;br /&gt;7. 不能说的秘密&lt;br /&gt;8. 发如雪&lt;br /&gt;9. Potential Break Up Song&lt;br /&gt;10. Recieve the Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 被风吹过的夏天&lt;br /&gt;12. 扯&lt;br /&gt;13. 以父之名&lt;br /&gt;14. 爷爷泡的茶&lt;br /&gt;15. 我不配&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you're single and your crush is already attached, what would you do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother my crush lor. DUDE. I not third party if I can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. When the three pins from my arm was removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, only my father can make me REALLY REALLY MAD.&lt;br /&gt;And someone else - only my close friends know who =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I much rather be an author, thank you very mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you? (Addition: Name the total number of people)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In order, I shall not name names)&lt;br /&gt;MY CLOSEST OF FRIENDS. (A.K.A. Those I can confide in - a.k.a 2 people)&lt;br /&gt;My parents. (a.k.a. 2 people DUH.)&lt;br /&gt;Church friends. (Can't count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least 4 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this world a better place. =D&lt;br /&gt;To care more. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Single or attached? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I ONCE LOVED BLUE. SKY BLUE. Now it doesn't really matter. BUT I STILL LOVE BLUE A TEEENSY BIT MORE =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would. Since last time. And I still will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What would be the 1st thing you say/shout/scream when you've reach the top of Mount Everest? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU GOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Urm let's see. Thinking. Keeping my heart beating. Typing. Looking at the computer screen. OBVIOUSLY DOING THIS QUIZ RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you prefer chocolate drink or coffee? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH! =DDDD I love anything that's food or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tag Mak (BOO!) And I don't want anyone to do this quiz twice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;Steven! (Since you read my blog =DD)&lt;br /&gt;Agnes GOD-SISTER! =D&lt;br /&gt;Yong Rong&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall narrate the story here. But then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain Reliever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time I got a fractured arm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, a few moments after I fell, the pain was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying, "Master, Master, Master", and all I could think of was those precious to me. The pain stopped. And my hand felt normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful that I didn't break my other arm, and I was thankful that I had my friends there to help me. The thoughts of you all acted like a Patronus Charm, protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, for everything. For all the love you have fiven me, through friends and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject." - Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(REFERS TO MY FATHER. HE'S A F***ING FANATIC. AND I WILL NOT TALK TO HIM UNTIL HE APOLOGISES. FOR BLOODY HELL SPLASHING WATER ON ME AND WASTING MY TIME.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8081648900320046406?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8081648900320046406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8081648900320046406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8081648900320046406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8081648900320046406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/pain-reliever.html' title='止痛药 (Pain Reliever)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4594988101961438312</id><published>2008-11-02T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:45:59.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>最后的一天 (Last day)</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT WAIT TILL 1ST MAY 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, and it's not because I can finally watch NC16 Movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot donate a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the criteria ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh at least 45 kg; (Eh. You think I underweight ah.)&lt;br /&gt;Have a haemoglobin level of at least 12.5 g/dl; (Shouldddddd be)&lt;br /&gt;Are in generally good health; (LIKE, DUH. Unless a not-fully-operational arm counts as NG health)&lt;br /&gt;Have not had any symptoms of infection for at least 1 week e.g. sore throat, cough, runny nose, diarrhea; (LIKE DUH. I'M IN GOOD HEALTH.)&lt;br /&gt;Have not had a fever in the last 3 weeks. (Haven't had fever in AGES)&lt;br /&gt;Are between 16 and 60 years old; (I AM NOT BORN IN 1992 =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.hsa.gov.sg/publish/hsaportal/en/health_services/blood_donation/can_i_donate/who_can_donate.html"&gt;http://www.hsa.gov.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH MAN WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfair. ALL YOUR FAULT LAH MAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who ask you to sabo me on your blog? But anyway you gave me a nice nice name =D Thankyou for cheering up my day. And NO, I'm not redo-ing the quiz. Or maybe I shall =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. Mak's not the main person to be mentioned today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fella is Father Paul Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live everyday like it's your last day on Earth" - Father Paul Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bleedin GREAT HOMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes. He was talking about coffins, "TOUCH WOOD!" and living a meaningful life. I feel like writing another essay. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I STILL HAVEN'T UPLOADED THE PHOTOS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there is a story that I haven't told anyone or anything. It's a great story. And I want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too lazy to type today. Wait till tommorrow. Or ask me online or something. I'm permanently bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK I SHALL REDO. AND GIVE DIFFERENT ANSWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;STUPID MAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Some mad person that my friends introduced me to. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Five impressions of them.&lt;br /&gt;- Mad, Xiao, Kee Xiao, Nuts, Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you.&lt;br /&gt;WHACK ME??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most memorable thing she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT YOU LUH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If they become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;YOU XIAO AH! AS MAD AS HER ISIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, thing she has to improve on would be?&lt;br /&gt;Simple thing. STOP BEING SUCH A BULLY! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If they become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;NONONONONO. FRIEND ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is it you want to tell them now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll ps you next time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your overall impression is?&lt;br /&gt;One expression: =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think people around you will feel?&lt;br /&gt;Me no say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art MEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art too cheem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;My Godpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For people who love and care for you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;Kum Xia Jui Jui (Thank you very much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. People to tag. (You don't have to suffer doing this quiz.)&lt;br /&gt;- I shall not tag people who have either done this quiz or are tagged to do this. Except for person number 1 =DD -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mak! (I SHALL MAKE YOU DO IT AGAIN. Must give different answers. And not allowed to tag back! Hehe. =DDDD)&lt;br /&gt;2. CLEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sean!&lt;br /&gt;4. Yong Rong!&lt;br /&gt;5. Huiling.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mardhiyyah!&lt;br /&gt;7. NAGA!&lt;br /&gt;8. Norris!&lt;br /&gt;9. Steven (If you do read this)&lt;br /&gt;10. Cedric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Eheheh. Don't kaypo ok. She's SINGLE. As far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Steven Leh. YOU THINK FEMALE NAME AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If 7 and 10 are together, would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;EH THEY ARE SOOOO NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT! AIYOH. STUDYING ABOUT MEMEMEMEMEME MY LIFE =DDDDDD (And God of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with 3?&lt;br /&gt;Last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of music band does 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Ask JunHan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive topic you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo 3?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How about 7?&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES. TABLEMATE xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the surname of 5?&lt;br /&gt;Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is a hobby of 10?&lt;br /&gt;Technically dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;THEY DUNNO EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;MONFORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk about something for 1?&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WHACK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for 8?&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT ONE MORE TIME. I AM NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a Burglar?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;MAK IS A PET HERSELF. CAN'T HAVE PETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;NAGA! I SHALL BE HONEST (REALLY!) AND SAY YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;At home? Dunno do what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surprised Mak? They ARE different answers. They're not in the same post, in a different post, so they are not EXACTLY the same answers. (SO YOU SHALL HAVE TO REDO!!!!!!!! AND NO ASKING ME TO REDO. PERIOD.) =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live everyday like it's your last day on Earth" - Father Paul Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, haven't I? Life is worth living. =DDD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4594988101961438312?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4594988101961438312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4594988101961438312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4594988101961438312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4594988101961438312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day.html' title='最后的一天 (Last day)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-4578793103760480174</id><published>2008-11-01T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:12:39.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>玛窦福音 10:30-31 (Matthew 10:30-31)</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Ah Gong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It'll be the first time in my ENTIRE LIFE I say it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing eh. This morning eating breakfast, then I was thinking what to write on my grandpa's birthday card (well, you have to write something what. Fifteen years witout giving a PERSONALLY HAND-WRITTEN card, have to find something to write. Something GOOOOOOD.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast (if you were asking, it's 1 packet of Bee Hoon, and I was tempted to buy another) and I was skimming through the Bible (last place I could think of to find good quotes), and I kinda found this really good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, every hair on your head has been counted. So there is no need to be afraid; you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows." - Matthew 10 : 30-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that to him just now (he can't read it =( ) and he (amazingly) went to go and touch his receeding hairline. And laughed. Each time he does it, each time it pierces my heart even more. End my misery, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never shoot things in public (knowingly or all the time, at least) that demean other people. The heart is the best. And I have learnt to look at it. If not, we might become hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at the Hospice just now, and I was dreaming of Father Erbin's interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK AT THE HEART. THERE IS ALWAYS A STORY BEHIND EVERYTHING. DON'T JUDGE A PERSON BY WHAT THE PERSON HAS DONE, OR WHAT THE PERSON LOOKS LIKE, OR HOW THE PERSON BEHAVES TOWARD YOU, OR HOW THAT PERSON TREATS YOU. PERHAPS HAVE YOU ASKED YOURSELF, WHY IS THAT PERSON DOING THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, says everything about the person that got my family BLEEDIN PISSED later. So I should not be pissed with that person. I shall cool down. I shall cool down. And forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Crap. We get pissed off easily anyway. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos another time! I'll update this post if I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, every hair on your head has been counted. So there is no need to be afraid; you are worth more than hundreds of sparrows." - Matthew 10 : 30-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, MY FRIENDS, ARE WORTH IT. WORTH MY TIME, MY EFFORT, MY BREATH, MY STRENGTH. Even you, Ah Gong. Yes, you. You and your little hair. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4578793103760480174?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4578793103760480174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4578793103760480174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4578793103760480174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4578793103760480174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/1030-31-matthew-1030-31.html' title='玛窦福音 10:30-31 (Matthew 10:30-31)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1613154164064500890</id><published>2008-10-31T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:41:40.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>乱回答 (Anyhow answer)</title><content type='html'>Let's see how I worm out of these questions. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Love someone?&lt;br /&gt;- LIKE, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is that someone?&lt;br /&gt;- GOD. (GOT OUTTA THAT)&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep (and proud of it. Heh. =DD)&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been searched?&lt;br /&gt;- NO. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;- Siao ah.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;- ALWAYS WANTED TO.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;- LIKE, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;- YESSS =(&lt;br /&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;- DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- OH YESSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;- Plan to.&lt;br /&gt;(LAST PERSON YOU)&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Reuben? At Mass?&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person that you texted?&lt;br /&gt;- CLEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;- Aunty Jean and Aunty Helen.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with&lt;br /&gt;- CEDRIC AND SEAN!&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;- Mak :/&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you talked on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;- MY MUM. LIKE. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;7. Person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;- MY MUM. MY PHONE'S PART SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;8. You messaged on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;- SIAOAH. SHOULD ASK "myspace/friendster/facebook"?&lt;br /&gt;9. You talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- Parents. Like DUH.&lt;br /&gt;10. You miss?&lt;br /&gt;- EH WHO AH. GOD CAN?&lt;br /&gt;11. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- FORGOT. I DON'T GIVE FREE HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;(WOULD YOU?)&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat or drink?&lt;br /&gt;- EATTTTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;- FUNNY LAH. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole milk or skimmed milk?&lt;br /&gt;- ANYTHING. FOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or die getting shot?&lt;br /&gt;- Both also can. If I save someone.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the bar or to the beach&lt;br /&gt;- Both!&lt;br /&gt;(ANSWER TRUTHFULLY)&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;-　Sun&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or fall?&lt;br /&gt;- Winter!&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;- Left!&lt;br /&gt;4. Black and white or coloured?&lt;br /&gt;- Colour!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5 Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;- (Short Answer) Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;- (Long Answer) The Known Universe, The Milky Way, The Solar System, Third Planet from the star that we Humanoids call Earth, Land Mass Asia, City-State Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;6 Do you wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;- -nod-&lt;br /&gt;7 What is on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- "Let's try to worm out of this question."&lt;br /&gt;8 Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;- JUST EAT LAH.&lt;br /&gt;(IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU)&lt;br /&gt;1 Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;2 Been hugged by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- EH. BY ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;3 Been poked by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- NONONONONO. OH WAIT. YES YES YES YES YES YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one I shall try to worm out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;STUPID MAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Some mad person that my friends introduced me to. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Five impressions of them.&lt;br /&gt;- Mad, Xiao, Kee Xiao, Nuts, Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you.&lt;br /&gt;WHACK ME??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most memorable thing she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT YOU LUH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If they become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;YOU XIAO AH! AS MAD AS HER ISIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, thing she has to improve on would be?&lt;br /&gt;Simple thing. STOP BEING SUCH A BULLY! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If they become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;NONONONONO. FRIEND ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is it you want to tell them now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll ps you next time. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your overall impression is?&lt;br /&gt;One expression: =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think people around you will feel?&lt;br /&gt;Me no say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art MEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art too cheem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;My Godpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For people who love and care for you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;Kum Xia Jui Jui (Thank you very much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. People to tag. (You don't have to suffer doing this quiz.)&lt;br /&gt;- I shall not tag people who have either done this quiz or are tagged to do this. Except for person number 1 =DD -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mak! (I SHALL MAKE YOU DO IT AGAIN. Must give different answers. And not allowed to tag back! Hehe. =DDDD)&lt;br /&gt;2. CLEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sean!&lt;br /&gt;4. Yong Rong!&lt;br /&gt;5. Huiling.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mardhiyyah!&lt;br /&gt;7. NAGA!&lt;br /&gt;8. Norris!&lt;br /&gt;9. Steven (If you do read this)&lt;br /&gt;10. Cedric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Eheheh. Don't kaypo ok. She's SINGLE. As far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Steven Leh. YOU THINK FEMALE NAME AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If 7 and 10 are together, would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;EH THEY ARE SOOOO NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;CLEMENT! AIYOH. STUDYING ABOUT MEMEMEMEMEME MY LIFE =DDDDDD (And God of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you had a chat with 3?&lt;br /&gt;Last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of music band does 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Ask JunHan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive topic you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Will you woo 3?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How about 7?&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES. TABLEMATE xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the surname of 5?&lt;br /&gt;Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is a hobby of 10?&lt;br /&gt;Technically dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;THEY DUNNO EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where is 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;MONFORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk about something for 1?&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WHACK ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you tried developing feelings for 8?&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT ONE MORE TIME. I AM NOT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a Burglar?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;MAK IS A PET HERSELF. CAN'T HAVE PETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;NAGA! I SHALL BE HONEST (REALLY!) AND SAY YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;At home? Dunno do what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;- Mak :/&lt;br /&gt;[c=4]Makaroni ♥[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WITH THE :/!" - MAK. MSN CONVO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FINE! =DDDDDDDDDDDD CAN???!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-1613154164064500890?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1613154164064500890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1613154164064500890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1613154164064500890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1613154164064500890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/anyhow-answer.html' title='乱回答 (Anyhow answer)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-1924753663325794261</id><published>2008-10-30T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:57:30.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>一百! (100!)</title><content type='html'>100th Post! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall honour it by making it the shortest of all. (No matter if it sounds emo or mad, it is so not emo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: BLEEDIN INJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dentist. Never even tell me what you put inside my mouth then suddenly take a big syringe and SQUEEZE! Wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MNNNNNNNGHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHH!" - Muffled shout when dentist injects anesthesia into your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SHIT YOU MAN. AND STILL CANNOT FIND OUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY TOOTH.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-1924753663325794261?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1924753663325794261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=1924753663325794261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1924753663325794261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/1924753663325794261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/100.html' title='一百! (100!)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-8681655608838554475</id><published>2008-10-27T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:08:39.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>没声音 (No Voice)</title><content type='html'>Have to start with HiC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had time with Walter, Yu Song, Zhi Hao, and Benjamin! (YES YOU! THE LIGHTS GUY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Ng. Gregory, DANIEL SOO! Hubert, MR. SAMUEL LIM! Ng Ming, the entire HP gang! The Vindicare people, MS. Ngo (Yes we see you again) Kenji, Kah How, and all those I didn't name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, Sean, and the whole gang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HiC this year was much much much more fun compared to last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holes of Age: Who Moved My Cheese people! Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Gregory and the Biting Point for getting the Best Skit award! You deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D=D=D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, get sore throat, lose voice from Thursday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH MAN. My voice still not completely ok yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday, after Cat. Class, I went to Lectors' Meeting. And thenit was a good lesson by Father (yes you guessed it) Erbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why you guys (at least some of you) don't know how to appreciate his lessons. He really is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN. AND ADMIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a vase is broken, it is placed back by super glue. This super glue is the love from family, and real friends. It may seem that the vase is more easily broken, but it is stronger. This is because there are less parts that are brittle. The glue is tough, only the glass parts are brittle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today! The rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Godma for coming. Really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! (Some only, the rest on my Facebook! - Friendster maybe then upload.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJK5Wn4vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zICU0vvR8z8/s1600-h/n595669260_978526_8840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261832928683877106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJK5Wn4vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zICU0vvR8z8/s320/n595669260_978526_8840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJKO6vwRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OM7FG1gcTbE/s1600-h/n595669260_978530_244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261832917292663058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJKO6vwRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OM7FG1gcTbE/s320/n595669260_978530_244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Group Shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJJJ8QheI/AAAAAAAAAac/WHm85Re6KnE/s1600-h/n595669260_978529_9935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261832898776958434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJJJ8QheI/AAAAAAAAAac/WHm85Re6KnE/s320/n595669260_978529_9935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJJo4GpcI/AAAAAAAAAak/Queo2z3Fi-k/s1600-h/n595669260_978533_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261832907081033154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJJo4GpcI/AAAAAAAAAak/Queo2z3Fi-k/s320/n595669260_978533_1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou art Singing. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJJ_-0DUI/AAAAAAAAAas/-bGt-Br7KCI/s1600-h/n595669260_978474_3930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261832913283190082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJJ_-0DUI/AAAAAAAAAas/-bGt-Br7KCI/s320/n595669260_978474_3930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot Godma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and AYD. I want want want want want that to happen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a BIG HELL OF A TIME. Standing on chairs. Mighty to Save. Jumping. Receive the Power. Prince of Peace. SVDP. Archy (Archbishop). iPod. Singapore. Jesus. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must find this link with another's heart." - Father (yes you guessed it) Erbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Must LISTEN.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8681655608838554475?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8681655608838554475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8681655608838554475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8681655608838554475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8681655608838554475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-voice.html' title='没声音 (No Voice)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SQXJK5Wn4vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zICU0vvR8z8/s72-c/n595669260_978526_8840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-4713699301716744384</id><published>2008-10-20T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:13:03.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Happy (for once)'/><title type='text'>年轻日 2008 (AYD 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AYD WAS DA BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER FELT SO GREAT THIS ENTIRE MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLEUIA! PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGLK1PJvExI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGLK1PJvExI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recieve the Power &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy Sebastian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every nation, every tribe,&lt;br /&gt;come together to worship You.&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence we delight,&lt;br /&gt;we will follow to the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Receive the Power, from the Holy Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Receive the Power to be a light unto the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Your Spirit calls to rise&lt;br /&gt;we will answer and do Your Will.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll forever testify&lt;br /&gt;of Your mercy and unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Receive the Power, from the Holy Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Receive the Power to be a light unto the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God, we worship You,&lt;br /&gt;Holy One, we worship You,&lt;br /&gt;Bread of Life, we worship You,&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, we worship You.&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God, we worship You,&lt;br /&gt;Holy One, we worship You,&lt;br /&gt;Bread of Life, we worship You,&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, we will sing forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Receive the Power, from the Holy Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia! Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Receive the Power to be a light unto the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall write more tommorrow. I WANNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Sng, thanks alot for today. Really. Thanks a lot. Thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to Sean and to Mak. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and Mak. I owe you this pic =DDDDDDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SPyRodjESmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ql--mhfSUaw/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238589174401634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SPyRodjESmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ql--mhfSUaw/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something happens due to something." - Mr. Galvin Sng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you Mr. Sng)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-4713699301716744384?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4713699301716744384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=4713699301716744384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4713699301716744384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/4713699301716744384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008-ayd-2008.html' title='年轻日 2008 (AYD 2008)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SPyRodjESmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ql--mhfSUaw/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-8068177699974944870</id><published>2008-10-17T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:47:45.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ish post'/><title type='text'>我不值得 (I'm not worthy)</title><content type='html'>Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me go through this battle. Lift me up, high upon your wings. I want to live. I want to live a life worth living. I want to love. I cannot take the stress anymore. I feel like ending it all now. Perhaps maybe, I can be happy when I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care less of me Lord, care less of me. I am worthless, I cannot even love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about me, then I can go and starve myself to death. There perhaps is no hope for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say forget about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross is for people that are willing to follow you, to be willing to walk in your footsteps, to be willing to LOVE. There people are eligible for you, SAVE THEM BEFORE YOU EVEN BOTHER TO THINK ABOUT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unworthy. I am a failure. I am not a human anymore, I do not have the heart of a man anymore. God, I want your help, but I believe other people can have it. I am worthless, don't waste your strength on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone could forget about me, treat me as nonexistent, I would want to live a worthless life, a destitute, like Job, till I can find love. I do not want anyone to care about me anymore. Please. No more. I want I want I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve I don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, King of Majesty, I pray that all the people around me are happy. Now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Believe, I Believe, I Believe in the Son of God!" - I Believe, Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I Believe, but does it work? Yes I believe. But you don't come close to me. No way. No more.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-8068177699974944870?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8068177699974944870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=8068177699974944870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8068177699974944870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/8068177699974944870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-worthy.html' title='我不值得 (I&apos;m not worthy)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-925517650961775115</id><published>2008-10-10T16:30:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:59:15.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>生命的假设 (Hypothesis of life)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to visit Father Erbin on the Cathechists' interview thingy. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best lessons I've had in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few lessons I learnt from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is always a HYPOTHESIS in life. Our lives must live for this hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Once we have found this hypothesis, you must learn to RELATE it to your life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once you have learnt to relate it to your life, you must IMPART it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This hypothesis, we must learn. and we must PROVE it correct. For it is definitely correct.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our destines aren't somewhere in the future. What you do TODAY makes your tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;6. You must LEARN before you can teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some lessons from myself as well, I never realised that I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There is never an end to anything. There is always SOMETHING else waiting.&lt;br /&gt;8. Similarly, our hearts are never satisfied with anything, and so we SEARCH for something else.&lt;br /&gt;9. My passions REFLECT who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last but yet most striking of the ten lessons I learnt yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Each person does something for a REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. There is always a HYPOTHESIS in life. Our lives must live for this hypothesis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Father mean by this hypothesis? I'm still finding out. What is the hypothesis in my own life? I believe that what he meant is that the hypothesis means that is the purpose of my life? Simple question that he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does your life mean to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he asked it indirectly anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a part of the conversation that I had with him yesterday (as remembered to the best by me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Erbin: Nicholas, so tell me, what's your school?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hwa Chong, Father.&lt;br /&gt;FE: Oh, Hwa Chong.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, Father. Hwa Chong.&lt;br /&gt;FE: Hmm. So tell me, what is your passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I must have given him a quizzical look on my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE: Oh, I mean, why do you want to join the Catechists?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, because I find that I have learnt from these few years, I believe that, yes, although it is not enough (it never is), but I feel since I have this knowledge, no matter how little it is, I feel that it should be passed on. And besides, once I get confirmed, I would need to find a time to feel the void left by the passing of my batch of Cat. Class students. I would still need to do something during this period, as my ministry (LECTORS)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE: You're from lectors?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I'm from lectors. And since lectors is only during Mass times, it can't really fulfill the void down there. So I want to take my time out to teach. It really is a job worth doing.&lt;br /&gt;FE: But the question here is, what commitment times do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Weekends, mostly. Weekdays are mostly for school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't mention Tuesday duty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: As for weekends, usually when there's something in school, if it's not compulsory, I would find some excuse to wiggle out and come for Cat. Class. Weekends to me are reserved for Church. I reserve my work for weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE: There is always a reason for you coming here. I'm sure you have a reason for coming here, and that's why you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was half-expecting him to say, "nothing happens by chance")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Down a bit more into the conversation, after the hypothesis part -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE: Tell me, Nicholas, what's your passion?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I can say that I like write. Anything, even for things like reports or stories, anything. I want to be a journalist when I grow up. Or something along that line. I find that most of the people in my batch in my school, they want to either become scientists or doctors, or perhaps economists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I remembered the Alan Greenspan: The Age of Turbulence book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I want to choose a different path. I find life is all about living happy, and then everyone wants to succeed, same goes to me. But if everyone is going to become economists, businessmen, scientists, doctors, then when everyone is successful, we have to climb harder, work harder to reach the top. I rather go a different line, where I can work at my own pace, and ultimately, maybe I do not need to reach the top, but to an acceptable success level. I don't need to work so hard, and I can be happy, have more time to pursue other things, work in church, even maybe care for my family. The competition isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FE: So you find yourself in that small group of people in Hwa Chong that actually find being a bit different there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the most that I can remember in detail as of now. And even so, I am not sure if I got it word for word correct. I just know I roughly got the contents correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. What does my life mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it means to enjoy and live a fruitful life. Success may be necessary. But not too much. I want a human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOURS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the question, and that is, what I believe, what Father Erbin is trying to say. That is the hypothesis. Without this hypothesis, there is no meaning to our life. Believe what we want, and we can succeed. Don't be held back by what people think. BELIEVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, that like the Matrix Revolution, we can do anything should we put our minds to it. GO BEYOND OUR LIMITS! We are sure to be able to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have this hypothesis, so that we may have a purpose in life, and life would be worth living. All of us who are still alive today would have a hypothesis. If not what can we cling on to to live? If we are alive, it means we have clung on to something, something is worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relate it to my grandfather, to give a good example. I find that his kind of life bis suffering, so very suffering, he lives, but doesn't talk to anyone. He must have had something to cling on to. He can not talk to anyone for one full day. Not even my grandmother. He's a man of few words. But why, but why, when during that time when the nurses have to suck the phlegm out of his throat, why does he cling on to the bedpost, and when he realises that my dad and me were there, why, why, does he cling on to my dad's hand? When I held on to his hand, I realised that was the tightest grip he ever had on my hand in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise that he doesn't want to leave this world. There must be something inside his heart, subconsiously telling him that there is something else that is worth living for, that it is worth living for, that it is worth living for. that it is worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he treasures, and he wants to right the wrongs that he has done. To me perhaps? But yet, I don't deserve that. But he still wants to. He looks at my dad, and he sees just his son. He looks at my grandmother, he looks at his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me, even though I just remain there and say, "Ah Gong," and that's all, he tries to sit up, giving me the face that "You're here? YES YOU'RE HERE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am his purpose to live, then I'll stay. Because if I leave, perhaps there is nothing else for him to cling on. It is still a purpose. It is still a hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Once we have found this hypothesis, you must learn to RELATE it to your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This purpose, it will forever be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it will be there, for as long as you live. It's what's keeping you alive. So you must find this hypothesis that drives your life. I am not in a position to teach on how to find this hypothesis, but I can guarantee, that the hypothesis is definitely there. It will automatically come to you, when you interact with others. When you live a life to help others, when people come to you. There will be such times, when you will notice. I can say that this purpose in life, this hypothesis, will come out in the least expected of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happens, GRAB HOLD OF IT! Then it is time to relate this hypothesis to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives your life a reason to work on, and to succeed. The hypothesis alone will keep you alive, but the RELATION to this hypothesis, how your life relates to this hypothesis, allows you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FRET! If you seem to find that you haven't found this hypothesis, DON'T FRET! There's still a reason to live. There is still a reason to live. There is definitely one. The reason is that the hypothesis exists, and that you must be ready to wait for this hypothesis to come up. It will come out. Don't waste that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, how can we relate it to our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take my grandfather for an example again (I'm really sorry, Ah Gong). Let's just say that my grandfather's HYPOTHESIS would be to RIGHT HIS WRONGS, then how does this relate to his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the actual answer can only be given by him, I can devise a few possibilities from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: He can right his wrongs, and then he will have a part to play in the bigger picture. He perhaps can relate this to his life, as fulfilling his duty as the man of the household, where his job is to give his family members security. Perhaps that's his job in the bigger picture, that's what his life is for, that's what he is for to others. He can relate this to his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: He can perhaps teach others (Which will come to section number 3), and impart his knowledge to people, make them wiser, more ready for the challenges of life. He can, in a way, say, relate his purpose, to RIGHT HIS WRONGS, to perhaps learn that after this, he can perhaps learn that he shouldn't do anything like that again. he relates this HYPOTHESIS as a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I repeat it once again. There is always a hypothesis, and although others can steer you onto the right path, the ultimate decision rests on you, and you alone. No one else can decide for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everything that we do, there is a hypothesis. Even writing this report (or as I like to call it, an essay), there is a hypothesis, if not I would never have started writing this essay at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HYPOTHESIS for writing this essay is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To put the lessons learnt on a saved document, as this saved document would be useful to life in the future. I write this document as so that in the hope that I will not forget this lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: The HYPOTHESIS in this case is the purpose. Just as when we do a science experiment, the hypothesis is the purpose or driving force that moves the student or scientist to continue or even embark on the experiment. I believe that we do not, like in a science experiment, prove our hypothesis wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science experiments aren't like this at all. Science experiments, in the actual fact, are to prove the hypothesis RIGHT. Not wrong. And yet again this comes to my other point. The HYPOTHESIS of your life cannot be proved wrong. It can only be proved correct, and it can be used to sustain your life, and make it relavant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tough journey, if you're asking, but it is indeed worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all have to go through this, but it is worth the wait. It is worth the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hypothesis MUST be related to one's life. It must be related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Once you have learnt to relate it to your life, you must IMPART it to others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question first: Name me one reason why humans have to interact with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few here for you, which I think is the reason why humans interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am talking about the basic reasons, not the reason such as, To Make Friends, To Have A Good Society, To Succed In Life, etc. etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: Humans are already a society, and we have always lived as one group, not as a singular identity.&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Humans have to learn from one another. If not, how can a baby learn to walk? He has to learn from his parents' actions.&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Humans are never strong by nature. We are one of the weakest (physically) among all animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the main reason for Point number 3: That Humans have to learn from one another. So therefore, once we have learnt this hypothesis, then we can teach others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Father Erbin said, "We must first understand before we teach. Am I right in saying that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do teachers need a certificate before they can teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask ourselves this question. Why do teachers need a certificate before they can teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becacuse you cannot teach something that you cannot understand. You cannot teach something that you do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can show someone something. Just like how I show e = mc^2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone asks me how does it work, how do I answer and allow him to understand what I am talking (or rather what Einstein is talking about). That's the real purpose of teaching. To allow people to understand. Not to allow people to know. There's a difference between the two, and in order to continue my arguement, I have to state the difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To) Know: Just to get the basic facts right, and have this knowledge that the basic facts are there, I can use them, but never asking why, never asking why is it this way, just blindly getting it inside our brains, our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To) Understand: To really deeply understand why. Not to know it because we remember it. To really recall it, and really be able to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have made myself clear between the differences between the two words, "Know" and "Understand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can continue my arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher has to learn how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the simple example of a student trying to explain a math formula to a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't understand, he cannot relate the formula to the math question. He will only be able to remember the formula, and then not knowing how to apply. This brings us back to point 2: That we must RELATE it to our lives. In the same way, we must relate the formula to the question, if not you will never be able to answer the question, and in the same way, will be unable to pass on this understanding to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life works the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever refuse what people have put in store for you. They want to teach, perhaps because they can see something that you don't, so LISTEN. Yes listen. It's a thing we all have to learn to do. It's a basic technique of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said already, life works in a way, you have to understand what you have learnt from your experiences, and then pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplified:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go through experiences in life, good or bad, and then learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Through these experiences learn or realise your HYPOTHESIS of life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how to relate this hypothesis to your life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Teach, through your knowledge and understanding, others, so that they may find their hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that simple. No matter how complicating our lives have become, (of which I can assure you, mine's also equally complicated) it really boils down to this simple four steps. That's how we fulfill our hypothesis in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willpower is important here. Willpower can see us through this. Willpower can help us get through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. This hypothesis, we must learn. and we must PROVE it correct. For it is definitely correct.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was discussed earlier, that the hypothesis is definitely correct. But how so? I think my arguement (or should I say, melded with Father Erbin's), I shall discuss it in this section. In my limited capability, I shall attempt to prove why the HYPOTHESIS of life is definietly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it is true, and here, note that I say the word know, not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I dare say that I do not fully understand, and therefore, I cannot say that I can fully explain this theory. I know, but I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A character once said (if I mention this character, my friends will scorn at me, and mock at me, I know that) that, "The truth, is always the truth, from a certain point of view."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from Karen Traviss' Legacy of the Force: Sacrifice, in a conversation between Jacen Solo and droid HM-3, seen in chapter four, it shows us that wrong has different parameters. For purposes of this discussion, I shall attempt at defining these parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think it's wrong that we're effectively a triumvirate, Aitch-Em?" Jacen asked. "Undemocratic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not programmed for right and wrong, sir." HM-3 sounded a little disappointed, as if Jacen hadn't fully understood the complexity of his art. "I can tell you only what's legal and illegal, because they have definitions. Right has no parameters. Justice doesn't, either, nor good. Flesh has to make those decisions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flesh makes a different decision on those every day, my friend." Jacen put his hand on the controls, and the splendid relief of an ancient Coruscanti cityscape split into two to admit him into the procurement offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong or right, there are no parameters. So does Justice, and truth, at times is subject to debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm really sorry if you do not know the context of the Star Wars franchise, but these are the best quotes and examples that I can find around. I'm trying to keep it as simple to understand as possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just use this definition for truth, for the purposes of this arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth (As defined by the Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English): The true facts about something, rather than what is untrue, imagined, or guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it means that something is an indefinitive true, or what is widely taken to be moral and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had better explain this in an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man wants to say, "I am a man." It can be true to a certain sense. He is a man in body, maybe perhaps he is 43 years of age, but still has the mind of a 12-year-old, perhaps? Yes, I think that should be the case of which you can still call him a boy. Either way it is still the truth, only looking at it from a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am going to label it differently. The man would say, "I am a man physically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed this is true. He indeed has a body of a 43-year-old man. So I dare say that this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called the whole truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole truth: Nothing can go against it, It is the sole truth. The character that said, "The truth, is always the truth, from a certain point of view." So I shall be using the whole truth, and during instances where I just use the truth, I shall use it to an obvious way, for example, we take the man's story, and say that "He is a man" - the obvious truth, the one you take to know it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having defined these parameters to the best I can, I shall continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fact that I shall continue to argue. The hypothesis is always true. IT IS ALWAYS TRUE. How do I say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not use my usual; arguement, and say that to believe, it is the key. No this is not the key. To believe, yes. We must. But many people do not believe the things that they cannot see. Man is sceptic by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins said, "Sometimes, ...(a person) cannot see past the end of his nose.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn to look further, than perhaps we may understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that the hypothesis of this person's life is to work for the rights of the Black Population of the United States. (Let's just say I'm naming after the story of Martin Luther King Jr.) He had a good position. He had a good heart. He had a good motive. Equality. He had a dream (Yes yes, we all remember his famous speech of "THE HILLS OF GEORGIA!") that was his hypothesis of life. So is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true as much as the heart is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true as much as the heart is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask yourself, is it true? Is what my heart telling me true? I am definitely not the right person to argue about this. I am here to argue that we have a hypothesis of life. I am here to argue that there is a purpose to everyone's life, and I believe very strictly in this. I believe extremely strictly in this, since young, but I have never dared to define it, or even argue it, until now. So I am here not to discuss about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what Father Erbin said. He commented, "Whatever your heart says is true. What your heart tells you, the direction your heart tells you to go, you must go. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entirely agree with this. Sometimes, why we make the wrong decisions, is because we do not listen to our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your heart tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what is the word conscience? Conscience is the thing that separates humans from animals of the wild bush outside, in the African Savannas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart is what sets us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't remember what Father Erbin said wrongly, "Humans have dreams. That is what makes us different from other species, who act purely on instinct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your feelings tell you that it is true? Does your conscience tell you that killing is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously your conscience doesn't tell you that killing is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why you can totally trust your conscience. God put it there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God put it there for a reason, God also put your hypothesis there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've stated already that the hypothesis serves as a purpose to life, this hypothesis is what drives our lives to continue living on, that is why the hypothesis always does the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something is there to sustain our lives, and since our lives are created by God (technically, I'm writing this from the Church's point of view) and everything that God creates is good, so anything that sustains our life, theoretically and reasonably is also good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our purpose in life is always correct. As it is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my IHC (Social Studies in other words) teacher saying, "Whatever is reliable, is useful." In the same way, I am saying that, "What is good is correct." For God is all good, and God ALWAYS does the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is best for us is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so comes to the second part of this arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to prove it right? It is actually to relate it to our lives. For relating it to our lives, the point where we relate it, and giving our life that purpose, we have proven that the hypothesis is right for us, for the hypothesis is good for us. Remember the first section of this arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a trusted mentor saying, "One cannot die until one has served his purpose in life, unless dying is fulfilling his purpose. However, the second option perhaps only one in the entire history of the world has to go through. So don't bank on the second option. You have a purpose. Fulfill it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we can get past this, then our lives will be meaningful. Truly meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why we live. This is why he HYPOTHESIS is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Our destines aren't somewhere in the future. What you do TODAY makes your tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Father Erbin saying (or at least it went something like this), " People think taht your destiny is somethnig far far far away, something in the future. But I do not believe this is so. I believe that what you do today actually shapes what you do tommorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, what actions you take today would actually affect the final outcome, your destiny tommorrow. Your actions determine your fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend today on the bus journey home from school, and we missed the bus 156, of which I take home, and my friend as saying, "Never mind, we can always take another bus and then change at the bus stop there." (This is because 156 takes a big detour to get to the busstop where we can change with other buses. By the time we take the bus after that, one that does not take a detour, we would be able to catch the bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we caught the 157. (Yes, I know it's a number difference. But it makes all the difference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reached the bus stop where we can change with the 156.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the seat waiting for the 156 to come, and my friend walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going, ****?" (I shall not say the name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked into the Reservoir Park, and then we started talking. Now I finally realise that what I said just now actually made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying, that our destinies are not controlled by fate, our destinies are there. Waiting for us. But our destinies, we have to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't Martin Luther King Jr. have to work hard for his stand on minority rights? Would Singapore be a "First World Nation" if the first Prime Minister of Singapore, Lee Kwan Yew, would not have been having that dream and working forward to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not. These men actually worked hard and pursued their dreams, and they succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I like talking to him. We can discuss about anything, politics, and even moral rights. He could have differing views with me, even on the sensitive view on abortion, but he would always be open to new ideas and opinions, and would never be quick to formulate his own opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a dream to be a stock market investor, and I appauld him on this. This is the example we must follow. He realises the principle, "Begin with the end in mind", although, I later learnt that there is no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure he will succeed. Because he is not afraid to fail. He realises the importance of today. And we must also realise the importance of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying to my friend, "The today can change tomorrow, but the tomorrow cannot change today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give an example to support my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents met in their old company, dated, and (obviously) married. If they didn't marry, I wouldn't be born, and you wouldn't be reading this essay at all. If you say, "This is an example,that one thing leads to another, " then perhaps you could see, that the past actually affects the present. In a similar way, the present affects the future, that is why we must always remember to act on the present: prepare ourselves for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short but simple arguement. But I believe we all must know this, and we all should acually have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learnt is that we must always look at the present, always look at what Qui-Gon Jinn would call "The living force." - in other words, what the present holds for us. Recognise the importance of the present, and then you will know that your future is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It CAN be CHANGED. You just have to put that effort to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You must LEARN before you can teach. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated in point number 3, we obviously must learn before we can teach, and really do not wish to repeat what was stated in lesson number 3, so I shall state the importance of learning here. And what I believe, teaching should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning, as defined by the dictionary: To gain knowledge of a subject or skill, by experience, by studying it, or by being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this, I would want to state a quote by Winston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am always ready to learn, but I do not like being taught."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what he meant is by being taught a lesson, but we must always have a vigour for learning, for studying (okay, maybe not studying) but for learning, for preparing ourselves for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I define learning as to prepare ourselves for challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Father Erbin was expressing, teaching Catechesis (and any other form of teaching for that matter) is not to just give the information, but it is actually to prepare the person, the learner, the student, for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that every single one of us actually knows this simple principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do we learn? And learn in order to impart the teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we must be active learners. Everyone is bound to learn something. This is why the hypothesis of life is so important. This purpose, this driving force, would allow us to purusue what we want to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall ask a simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we study chemistry in school if we want to become a doctor in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer: Because it is essential, it is a must if we want to become a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because being a doctor is my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple principle. We are willing to do things we feel that we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Confucius said, "If you choose a job that you like, you will never work a day in your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple principle really, if you break it down. We must choose what we want to learn. And again we must ask ourselves, "What does your heart tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what you must choose. You must choose what you want to learn. As humans, we are given the freedom of choice. Therefore everything we do is a choice. Life itself is a choice. Everyday we choose to live well, good, or bad. We choose who to treat nicely, we shape our own character. Therefore everything is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is just another choice. We choose to learn what we want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so comes to the second part of this section. How do we teach? This is a complicated question; many many leaders do not know how to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we teach according to the learner's ability? Do we teach as a equal? Do we teach as a group, or as an individual? How to we make our lessons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student, I shall put my views. Perhaps they are not feasible, but if it is feasible, perhaps the principles of this can be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all students should be taught what they want to learn. We should never be too quick to judge a student. I believe, it is always too early to judge a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lesson, on Media just the Saturday before I wrote this report. I remembered one lesson the lady (I seriously forgot her name, many many apologies.) and I remembered what she said, "I think, all those people who actually wear all these spaghetti straps, those who are actually porn stars, we cannot despise these people. There's always a story behind everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to section 10, point 10, in other words. There is always a story behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, I support my argument with that. I believe that it is always too early to judge a person, and other than God, the person knows himself or herself best. Therefore, we must let them choose. Then perhaps it could be fair to them. We do not let them choose based on their merits, who gets the pick first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they want to learn, they will learn. If they do not have the capacity to learn but yet want that, sooner or later, their minds, their bodies, their souls would grow to have the capacity to absorb these information, these knowledge, these understandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my view as a student. We should not view them according to the talents that they have, but making use of what talents they have. The only thing, I believe, that hte teachers should teach them all as a sort of "basic" course, is the hypothesis of life, so that the learners can make their own choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen is the time to be able to make a choice. If they fail, which I doubt so, there will still be time to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's job is not to teach, but to teach the things that would help the student to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student by the age of fifteen would actually have the decision-making ability. The last thing, I feel, that the teenagers at age fifteen of this age do not want is for this decision-making ability, the ability to make choices and knowing that it affects them and will affect them, to be taken away from them, effectively making them mindless and decision-less humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have i mind is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To have the formation stage, where the learners are equipped with the hypothesis of life, realising that there is this purpose, and when they feel that they have found this purpose, they will be going on to the next stage, where it is to&lt;br /&gt;2. Pursue their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how, I feel, all things can be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is just a philosophical view, but if it does render any help, I would be happy that I have played my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. There is never an end to anything. There is always SOMETHING else waiting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this with the interview that I had with Father Erbin. By now, as of above, I believe I have made it clear that my passion is writing. And here comes an example of my personal life that I feel might express this point a little more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing this story called, To a friend, I love you. It had a word count of 5911 words, the longest for any single piece of writing I ever did prior to that. I took about one month to complete it, from mid-December to early January, and I just stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a boy, who betrayed his friend, presumably to help his friend, to make sure that his friend would not get bullied, and then the other side breaks their promise, the friend leaves and quits school, the boy was trying to seek forgiveness. The friend did come back, but changed, and he was ready to forgive. The protagonist, however, fell into a coma, having Leukemia, so he, as we all know, would need a bone marrow transplant. His friend gave up his bone marrow, but there was some complications, his friend was now in a coma instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the friend woke up, but just for a few minutes, so as just to say goodbye. And then he peacefully passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the original plotline for the story, however, two months later, I happened to write a poem, and I didn't really care about it till recently, October to be precise. I realised that there was a link between both the story and the poem, and that the poem could be used as his friend's dying and last words, so the story could be continued by his friend finding his own acceptance, and this story still has not ended. It has only just begun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this, I realised, every thing we do, there is never really an end, there is always something new. So in the same way, learners should actually have this mentality, and if teachers would want to teach learners, they can give them the basics, but another portion, another course should be formulated so that it doesn't just stop at the basics, but it continues, until the learner says, "Stop." That point, I feel, is different for everyone, and the learner himself or herself would know, because he or she would have found the hypothesis, the purpose of life already, and they already know what they want in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An education means that we must learn to the extent of which prepare us for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a similar way, education never ends. We always hear of the phrase, "We never stop learning a day of our lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is a choice. And learning is a choice. We should let these people learn what they feel is relavant for them. They have already been equipped with the basics, but everyone takes a different path in life. The late Pope John Paul II took a different path as a pope compared to Pope Benedict XVI, although they were both popes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should place our faith in God and know that only He knows what is planned for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only He knows what is best for us, and I believe, we must have the faith to know that God WILL tell us what to do, will tell us what lies in store for us, before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows, and I believe that God tells. The only difference is that, are His servants given a choice on what to do with their talents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must form a proper system where the learners feel that they can hone their talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basics everyone must have, but what after the basics? That is the question, I feel, that we must ask before we carve out anything. Think of it as an "Enrichment" course. However, this "Enrichment" course actually prepares one for life, not for anything else, but life in general, and how to live as a proper human being. That is more important than anything else, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must put our faith and our trust in God and trust that He will do what is best for us. We just have to act upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Similarly, our hearts are never satisfied with anything, and so we SEARCH for something else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever satisfied with anything? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a simple analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor man wants to become rich. He works very very hard, and after tabout 2 decades, he becomes a millionaire, and then is he satisfied? I am inclined to believe not. He would, as i suppose, want to be richer, and richer, and richer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man can never be satisfied with what he has, no matter how much he has. Nothing on earth can ever satisfy the needs of our hearts. Perhaps only heaven can give us that satisfaction, that true happiness that we really seek,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while on Earth, we must use our talents, hone them into full use, and then use them to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we teach, we learn. This is a common phrase that we usually hear from people everywhere. Teaching can actually fulfill the criteria that we are actually honing our skills and learning more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second phase of learning is needed aft5er the basics are given, as I have stressed throughout this entire passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Erbin was saying, "Cathechism is not to prepare the kids (a.k.a. learners) for the sacraments. (a.k.a. Confirmation) but it is to prepare them for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can humans succeed in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Warren Buffett's life. This is because his talents are being honed during his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Greenspan, the former Chairmnan of the Federal Reserve, would credit his success to his two teachers, Arthur Burns and Ayn Rand. These teachers motivated him to hone his skills in economics, of which later he would co-found the company, Townsend-Greenspan, and subsequently would become involved in public life, as an economist, and subsequently, became the Chair of the Federal Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson to be learnt from his story would be this: That one must hone his skills before he moves out into the world. There was also this comment from Greenspan, in his memoirs (The Age of Turbulence):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevertheless, when I was appointed chairman, I knew I'd have a lot to learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as he became chairman, he learnt a great deal many things about economics, and he realised that he could never be too humble, as there were a lot of things that we, as humans, would not even know exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our knowledge is too limited, and even as someone whose skills and talents are so honed like Greenspan's, he is still on a learning journey every day, trying to hone his skills further so that he can serve the community (the US economy in his case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most students, of which I feel, are becoming increasingly slack, and they would need motivation to learn, they do not realise that learning is a process even after they finish the course, after they leve school, perhaps they may consciously know it, or perhaps even subsonsciously, but they would never actually put it in everything they do. This is the part that education MUST fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we need teachers that are committed, are radical, are willing and open to change. We need teachers that would have their own opinions, and that they have to teach by going down hands-on, to be like an actual student, not like someone to look up to, but as someone that is on their equal. I feel they must teach by example, they must attempt to do things like a learner, to really do things like how the learners behave, just making sure that the learners do not stray away from the correct path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers must let students learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers should guide, not teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not an easy job to do that. I am willing to go down and be a teacher myself, if i do have the qualifications, I am willing to guide, but as of now, finding these kind of people would be really difficult. As a student myself, I never really liked a teacher in front of the classroom, and me just listening, the lesson really gets boring, if you have someone teaching you something that you do not want to listen to, something that I know is not relevant to what I want to become in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly am not satisfied, and I want more, I want to learn more, but I am restricted. It can get really annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill said this phrase: "I am always ready to learn, but I do not always like being taught."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all contexts, I start to feel that I agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time we changed things for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. My passions REFLECT who I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, or should I say, that my passion(s) reflect my character, my personality, my interests, everything that makes me me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like writing. I love to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I did tell Father Erbin, I feel that writing is actually leading you to understand the human personality, how one thing leads to another in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one teacher did remark. "Literature is the study of human thinking." And indeed, if we analyse all the popular storybooks, (other than Dan Brown's the Da Vinci Code) that they really do understand the human mind, and how it interacts with other people. This is perhaps the reason why their stories are so intricate, so brilliant, so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reflects myself, and i like to look at why relationships are strained, why families are broken, and perhaps that it may not be repeated in the future. This to me, is important, and it's part of me, I am willing to help people, give them a outlet to vent their anger, even if it does cost me my time. It makes me happy. And I don't mind if they can call me everyday. It show's I've done my part, I've made this world a better place for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I can (in my mind) analyse what had happened, and so I can give the same advice to another friend, who has this same problem. It links, and only with experience, can i help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I help, I feel I am doing my duty, and I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why my passion(s) are so important to me. They reflect my character, perhaps in a quirk way, but it still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I feel that honing our passions/ talents are so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a part of us, and they reflect us, just like how our actions, our choices reflect us. There are a reason behind my passions, and why I am so different from every single person out there. Perhaps it is because everyone's character is different. I feel learning the hypothesis of life would apply to everyone, and since everyone has a different hypothesis, everyone leads a different life, and everyone makes different choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Each person does something for a REASON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we judge people so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it is because we assume that everyone lives on the same ideals as us. Perhaps these people, please realise that everyone has a different ideal(s) from us, taht everyonethinks differently, everyone has a different life story, different background, different family. No two humans are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose my path differently, you choose your path differently. Does it mean that we are all going along tyhe wrong path? Or that only one of us is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on what is your values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what makes us human. We have our own minds, we can make our own decisions, and that is why we should exercise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a mentor to guide us, to keep us in check, to see if we are doing the right or the wrong things with our talents. That is why education is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i could see it in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't the mentor be a good mentor, and be part of that reason why the learner would succeed later in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is somewhere I read, where it had this quote: "Evil is just a twisted form of good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not entirely agree with this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find that this particular point, I have stated it very clear and I do not need elaboration. There is always a reason for everything, and the reason why people make the wrong choices is because they are presented with the wrong value, or they interpret the lesson differently, that is whythey make what is the wrong decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, I feel that teachers should not have judgement toward any learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must remember that there is a story behind everything, and that the past shapes who we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can change the future. Let us start today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the peace and love of Christ be with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew I'd have a lot to learn." - Alan Greenspan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YESYESYES!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035328314402328259-925517650961775115?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/925517650961775115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=925517650961775115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/925517650961775115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/925517650961775115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-went-to-visit-father-erbin-on.html' title='生命的假设 (Hypothesis of life)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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-3035328314402328259.post-5981541523074772284</id><published>2008-10-09T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:52:06.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay'/><title type='text'>教 (Teach)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am attempting to write an essay on the ten lessons I have learnt from Father Erbin on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my friends are able to understand the passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few lessons I learnt from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is always a HYPOTHESIS in life. Our lives must live for this hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Once we have found this hypothesis, you must learn to RELATE it to your life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once you have learnt to relate it to your life, you must IMPART it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This hypothesis, we must learn. and we must PROVE it correct. For it is definitely correct.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our destines aren't somewhere in the future. What you do TODAY makes your tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;6. You must LEARN before you can teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some lessons from myself as well, I never realised that I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There is never an end to anything. There is always SOMETHING else waiting.&lt;br /&gt;8. Similarly, our hearts are never satisfied with anything, and so we SEARCH for something else.&lt;br /&gt;9. My passions REFLECT who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last but yet most striking of the ten lessons I learnt yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Each person does something for a REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I do not finish it by tonight, please forgive me. It's super long, and I have been writing it since about 4-5p.m. and I haven't even completed it yet. It's coming to be 9p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read and do not understand the essay that I'm trying to write here, please speak out, for perhaps there are some arguements that I have missed out. It's currently on the fourth point, and then I am sure that it can go further. Attempting to cover all ten points by tonight, but I don't think that I can. so sorry man. This is gonna be a super short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall submit this to Aunty C or maybe Father Erbin so that perhaps it could be vetted. Maybe my knowledge can be increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to spill out all my sadness here. By writing this, it may just numb the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what i'm sorry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's more than forgiving. It's just that I need to learn how to forgive him. I'm really sorry, ** ****. I'm really sorry. Please hold on, give me time, before I really regret it. Please give me time, I really don't want to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard. I'm trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, Mak looks really retarded during this webcam session =DDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SO42hjs74HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-av6pd4CC34/s1600-h/Mak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255197765335244914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SO42hjs74HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-av6pd4CC34/s320/Mak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SO42hpMNUXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kRnlWbVfqrc/s1600-h/Mak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255197766808588658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SO42hpMNUXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kRnlWbVfqrc/s320/Mak2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY RETARDED. =D&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/3035328314402328259-5981541523074772284?l=busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5981541523074772284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035328314402328259&amp;postID=5981541523074772284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5981541523074772284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035328314402328259/posts/default/5981541523074772284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busy-day-busy-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/teach.html' title='教 (Teach)'/><author><name>Sianzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06499120900577000396</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/_I9jMTWT-HFQ/SO42hjs74HI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-av6pd4CC34/s72-c/Mak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035328314402328259.post-9173194464033365360</id><published>2008-10-08T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:25:47.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>不会了！(No more!)</title><content type='html'>My teeth hurts like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit. I have a crack in the tooth =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be extracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Presently, there's some stupid little band down there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th of October, gonna have the option:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go and extract the tooth, or&lt;br /&gt;2. Do some stupid little operation an make the crack good, must have some crown shit lah. DON'T ASK ME I'M NOT THE DENTIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OFFICALLY TYPED FINISH 2 CHAPTERS ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay random comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so fine. They should have freaking hell told me that I could extract that tooth. Before they put the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuts lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my wisdom tooth can grow to replacde that right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTS NUTS NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT BE EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a interview with Father Erbin tommorrow! For Cathechists! Yes yes yes yes yes! I MUST SUCCEED TOMMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe I really am! Let's try re
