<?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-8750056587718703351</id><updated>2011-10-04T01:01:40.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten feet off the ground(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750056587718703351.post-2520131796823105693</id><published>2011-05-17T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T00:47:27.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinators: Kings of Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>"We are all marionettes in this tragical masquerade; played to and suffocated by invisible strings of what others define us to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a little over-absorbed with figurative language recently. I was doing my homework yesterday night and this imagery of a marionette taunted by an evil looking shadow just came into my mind and got stuck there. So I was all "gotta.pen.something down." It's just so interesting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to give some updates on my life in case anyone is wondering.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health checkup in school tomorrow (or rather, today :O).&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. (groans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I whine about this yearly but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;16x/17x cm people: Eh you got grow taller? How tall already? I grow xxx cm! :D :D(evil smirk)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm still... the... same .____.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above scenario always happens. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sectional's resuming tomorrow. First sectional that I won't be attending ): Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL O's in 13 days. I used to love it like madmadmadmadmad cause I always topped the class. I have no idea what happened to my standard :/ It seems to have stopped at Secondary2/3 level T_T And I regretted rejecting the HCL offer those years ago.. Sigh, my 2 extra points.. But anyway, it's to late to regret anything now, so newspapers shall be my best companion these 2 weeks! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, had committee meeting last Saturday (May 14)! It's my last meeting ever ): I'll miss sitting beside Ningxia in our comm circle! I remember how back in sec2/3 when we were both SLs, we would whisper to each other our little opinions that we were too afraid to voice out :3 Now we share pillows, biscuits and sleeping bags-turned-blankets in the cold, cold CO room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I actually like these meetings :X Yes, we still get judged, but I like having a platform for me to verbalize myself to people who actually listen and make fair decisions. I still remember how in sec2 my impression of meetings was: "Oh shit, time to get scolded. (starts thinking of all the things I haven't done well)" and then sec3, "Oh meeting again :O Oh okay, I wonder what they're gonna talk about :O". Now that I'm a sec4.. "NO MORE MEETINGS?! T____T". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCHYCO has given me so much that I think it's an honour that I'm able to give back to them by planning celebrations, making cards, etc etc. And though we always complain about how impromptu our tasks are given, how pocket-hurting they are, how inconvenient for us to plan things through SMSes/MSN as we aren't free to meet up, it's always satisfying to see that you've planted a smile on their faces, the glee on their faces when you suddenly bring out a cake, candles and everything checked. At the end of the day, through all the hard work, their happiness makes the fatigues of the process worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, goodbye, welfare comm ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13th of May was our dear Form Teacher, Ms Angelia Wong's birthday! :D 4E celebrated for her by making this awesome scrap book whereby everyone was given a page to write their dedications on and we surprised her with an awesome cake. I can't repeat this more, but I really really like it when I've somehow, be it directly or indirectly, put a smile on someone's face. It makes me happy as well. If CCHYCO is the best thing that has ever happened in my life, being part of 4E is second. I'm sure I'll miss all my classmates and how they make boring lessons fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Liren &amp; Abqari make racist jokes towards each other, how we always bully Zhuangpeng and his doggy-ness and the guys would just shout "ZP later we send you back to SPCA then you know!" in the middle of the lessons, how we make fun of Jeremy and his proclaimed "not-dumb"-ness, how I sit near Tiakhock and get entertained by his lame comments, how Joey, Wanteng and I disturb each other by giving spastic expressions out of nowhere, how Cynthia gets too talkative sometimes and some will shout "EH SHUT UP LAH, NOISY!", and although I hate to admit it, how Chuting always contribute to the entertainment of many by hiding my bag/phone/pencil case/wallet/my belongings in general so that I will search high and low in my attempts to reclaim them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being with 4E'11. Our weird but effective way of communicating conducted via banters and endless teasings never fail to make laughter ensue in the middle of a class. To others we may seem like a nonchalent, ignorant and lazy class, but deep down all of us know that we have a common goal and an important person we must never disappoint. Although we might be uncooperative and unsporting at times, I know that if I have a problem and if I voice it out, there will be people supporting me, no matter how close or not I may be to them. We are a class that's been through a lot and have learned to appreciate each other. And that is why I love my classmates. I can't imagine me being anywhere else. #grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, on May 12th, 7J, who are btw Jamie, Jasmine, Jiaee, Judy, Jingkang, Junxiong and Jiamin (dear Ziyue, you are being referred to as "Judy" here. I'm doing you a favour, imagine if I typed 6J1Z you'll look like an extra! ;P) went out together to celebrate our Jamie's birthday :D I hate how I always fail at planning surprises T___T I don't know if these friends of mine are too smart or what, but everytime I try, they will be like "Eh you too obvious!", "3 year old also know what you planning to do", "You think I'm stupid?!?!?" D: So anyway, we went to Just Acia for an awesome looooooong lunch and proceeded to East Coast Park to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear we disrupted the peace of Just Acia. We were all talking &amp; joking happily until this moment whereby somehow we just stopped laughing and they were all "see how quiet it is when we don't talk?" &amp; "omg we created so much noise" so we tried our luck at 1minute of silence. Which btw, failed miserably as Jiaee and Jasmine started poking each other and we tried to suppress our laughter which well, resulted in more noise ._. Round 2 was 3 minutes of silence! This time round no one poked anyone but Bear phone-napped me so we spent 3 minutes chasing each other round a pillar with me making noises which sounded like a cat being strangled. I was trying to go "arghhhhhhhh" without opening my mouth but attracted much unwanted attention ._. And I really cannot stand Jingkang, ass tried to make a joke out of everything I've said T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to surprise Jamie with a Brownie cake as well :D Ohoho I hope she liked it :3 There was this extra piece of cake left and nobody wanted it, so we sliced it up into 7 pieces and played number bomb to get rid of it. Jiaee went to pour some ice cream onto the Brownies so yeah, it looked kind of disgusting because along the way they were making jokes like "we needed 2 days to make this cake! so constipated now!", "I SAT IN THE TOILET FOR XXX DAYS!", "I feel so comfortable after xx days of constipation." YES HAVE THAT IMAGE IN YOUR MIND THEN THINK OF ICE CREAM ON BROWNIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affects your appetite, no? :/ Btw poor me had to eat 3 out of 7 slices of those things cause well.. my plan in trying to cut the numbers at a faster rate backfired on me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling afterwards! Elaboration some other day cause it's late and I wanna sleep hualalalala. But I really love cycling! It's so fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post with a song I'm addicted to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhearted - Automatic Loveletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s8i9CMEUyCI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sweet, red cheery blossom tree, that lives in both you and me. You marked your name but I can see, it's not on me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of removing my tagboard soon. What's with my colour combination and the weird spams, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone! Have a nice day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2520131796823105693?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2520131796823105693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2520131796823105693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2520131796823105693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2520131796823105693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/05/procrastinators-kings-of-tomorrow.html' title='Procrastinators: Kings of Tomorrow.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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://img.youtube.com/vi/s8i9CMEUyCI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750056587718703351.post-5507030993933818979</id><published>2011-04-23T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:20:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCHYCO: Not just an orchestra but a big, warm family.</title><content type='html'>Forewarning: text heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 April 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's tomorrow already? This feels like a dream... I don't feel well prepared! Oh my god what if I screw up tomorrow?! No, no, I cannot think this way. 79 other members have been working hard with me. I must not let them down." On this day, CCHYCO had their last official combined practice before the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the final rehearsal at the Singapore Conference Hall. Zhaolaoshi bought ultra sweet apples for us! :) The duration we were allowed on stage was short and everyone was holding on tightly onto Time, not letting a single second slip by. This was the last lap. Everyone on stage knew it. This is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we either make it or break it. &lt;br /&gt;(side track: I gave Yizhen her birthday present after 10 months. Oops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19 April 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning with every single cell in my body feeling excited. Saw Fongteng on the bus and we went to school together! :) Went for morning assembly in our full dress. Was extremely touched by school mates who wished us good luck! :D CO members proceeded to the MPH straight after morning assembly for one last practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Jiaying a note on her Sheng and she gave me a scrap book, personally made by her! We went our separate ways afterwards to read our individual letters. Upon reading her letter, I felt sad. This junior of mine was obviously an angel in disguise. God sent. I felt so proud of her, how much she has grown through the slightly over a year duration that she has been my zhongyinsheng partner. And then suddenly... she ran towards me, we hugged each other and cried. This will probably be the last time I'll be fighting on stage with the younger members of CCHYCO before I step down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced for one last time, and I had this feeling that we will make it on stage later. Confidence? Not really. More like trust in every member of our orchestra. Trusting that we'll all be giving our utmost. Right then, I didn't only believed in our skills. I believed in our bond, our spirit, our common goal, our music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in my second family, headed by our Papa Zhao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last practice, we knew that we won't be given the chance to make any alterations anymore. We went for an early lunch and to calm ourselves down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanxu took it into his hands to style the hair of every male in CCHYCO! Almost every guy had their hair spammed with gel/wax/whatever hairstyling device. And yes, maybe it's due to the hype of crossing the finishing line in a few hours, I thought that all of them looked super &lt;i&gt;shuai&lt;/i&gt;. Especially Jacky &amp; Jingkang! (/section suonasheng biased). No joke, Boh and I sat behind our shengs and squealed over their hairstyles like those typical fangirls. The cello guys looked like a gang of bad boys afterwards (especially Eugene!), though Yupeng's didn't really suit his jester-like image. Thanks to our awesome hairstylist (; SEE, OUR CO GUYS ARE MANLY OKAY! :D /cue in-your-face expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with some people afterwards and moved instruments to the foyer. Boh and I were feeling apprehensive as the teachers had insisted our zhongyinshengs aka war weapons were to be moved to SCH via the boot of Wanglaoshi's car. But once again, we could only believe in the judgement of our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached SCH one hour before our supposed reporting time so we had time to practice by ourselves. I saw the amount of people and I freaked out. My nerves got the better of me. Got reassured by the constant encouragements from Liulaoshi :) Time crawled by. Boh and I + some other people crowded around the speaker outside the cargo lift to listen to other schools. It seemed like forever before we could proceed to the tuning room. One last practice before the actual thing! (however our shengs were waiting to be moved at the lift area so Boh, Zetong and I didn't get to practice with them D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the time came for us to go onto stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I would be lying if I told you I wasn't nervous. I was freaking out initially, the sheng stand SCO provided was taller than expected and I was quickly pushing my pipe downwards to make it shorter to suit my height. I was shaking all over. Again questions filled me. &lt;i&gt;What if I screw up? What if I let these people down? What if, what if, what if?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhaolaoshi's conductor baton was raised. The sprint towards the finishing line had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially at the opening of our set piece, &lt;i&gt;I panicked and forgot my chords for about 2 bars&lt;/i&gt;. When I caught myself, I realised that I simply didn't care anymore. Nerves? What are they? I moved to our music. I performed to our spirit and bond. The notes just came naturally, like they were a part of us. The feeling is indescribable. I forgot what I was doing. Flashbacks flooded my entire self: the Journey, how we fought together, the warmth we shared. The overwhelming feeling you get after the realisation of everything and anything. That's when you really understand that it's truly the Journey that mattered. That few minutes, every one of us were connected by the heart, connected to Zhaolaoshi. It's when we're on stage, sharing the pride with 80 other people that we realise, breathing together with everyone else is not impossible. Before I knew it, Yanxu sang the finishing line of our choice piece, Empress Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few beats later, it was over. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these months of preparation, in exchange for just a few minutes of glory on stage, bathing in the spotlights. Those few minutes came through much anticipation, but were gone like the wind. Zoomed past us. Quickly. At lightning speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea why, but I felt like crying. I remember hugging random people and simply just crying out. We all uttered the same things into the ears of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我们做到了。"&lt;br /&gt;These 5 simple words held so much meaning. We, 81 individuals, have crossed the finishing line together. Not as an orchestra. But as a family, hand in hand. These 5 words were able to trigger so much emotion from the depths of our members there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, those tears were of happiness and relief. 2 years later, there was a new essence in those droplets oozing from the edge of my eyes. Sadness. The end of our last note of Houtu marked the end of my Journey with CCHYCO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I knew. I will never be able to fight alongside CCHYCO with a common goal anymore. To us, the graduating batch, our chapter ends here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that CCHYCO is the best thing that has ever happened to me is even an understatement. Before joining, I never truly believed in the power of unity. I didn't know I could be so bonded, so together with people from different classes, different levels, different ages. Before the 2009 SYF, I didn't believe that we could perform on stage and simply just enjoy ourselves. 2 years later, at the Chinese Orchestra SYF 2011, I experienced that miracle again. It's like magic: it only happens if you believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my second family. For teaching me how to love, for giving me the chance to experience these emotions, for letting me know that there will be a place where I will always belong to. In CCHYCO, I found my refuge, my haven. I don't believe that there is anyone at all who've regretted participating in this long run with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's time to let go now. It's time to leave things to our juniors. We have to leave to do what we should now: to study for our O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's really when we've reached the destination and looked back on our journey that we realise how much we've grown throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to school, feeling happy and invincible. I also felt super happy and proud when Junhong asked how many are confident of attaining Gold with Honours and most juniors had their hands up. My smile could've reached my ears then. We packed our bags, sat around and waited for Jiaee to conduct her last debrief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet juniors surprised us with a cake! And they said "Thank you sec fours and fives!" together. Indeed, we were all extremely touched :) Also, the juniors were assigned to give a letter of appreciation to us, the sec4s and 5s. Liwen was assigned to me! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm really happy that I have such wonderful juniors.. Always looking out for me, acting like younger brothers and sisters, making me laugh, making me happy. Weizhen says we're the roots of her confidence. However to me, they are the reason I keep fighting on, because their hard work made me realise that I'm &lt;b&gt;never alone&lt;/b&gt; in this web we're caught in. They're like the personification of my optimism and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, there are people who are sad, there are people who are happy. But whatever our emotions, we know they are there because of our common love towards our orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner &amp; desserts with my second-family members :) And then Jiaee &amp; Ziyue started crying again ): All of us, we really can't bear to leave this place.. For the whole duration afterwards, I simply felt like I was walking on air. I didn't want to go back home. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with these people who played such a crucial part in my growing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 April 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;华乐团编号5：中正中学（义顺），　荣誉金！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought back our first honour with 西北组曲第四乐章：石板腰鼓 &amp; 蝉歌.&lt;br /&gt;We felt sparks fly; we cried tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cheesy, but on this day two years ago, I started believing in miracles. I can never, ever forget this day. How to the young and innocent me back then, the first Gold with Honours we earned presented me with so much hope &amp; opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heizozo, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, it's different people, different songs. The stage remains the same, the orchestra is still the same welcoming home I joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21 April 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orchestra 15: Chung Cheng High School Yishun Chinese Orchestra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;(*note: will edit this part of the post later on. so much more to elaborate on &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCHYCO is the best thing that has ever happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5507030993933818979?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5507030993933818979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5507030993933818979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5507030993933818979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5507030993933818979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/04/cchyco-not-just-orchestra-but-big-warm.html' title='CCHYCO: Not just an orchestra but a big, warm family.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8853047954699357653</id><published>2011-04-15T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:31:42.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>So proud of CCHYCO &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it doesn't matter to me now which school comes before or after us... SYF might be a competition in name, but what's important is that we walked through this Journey together, not as individuals, not as sections, but as one orchestra. We breathe into our music together. We laugh together, we cry together. We climb together, we fall together. &lt;s&gt;We even fall sick together ;P.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may lose faith, poisonous tongues may wag, others may look down upon us.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. In my heart, we are already the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. Before CCHYCO, I've felt nothing like this before.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the joy of fighting together with a team. Heck, I didn't even know the wondrous feeling of being part of a team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's full dress rehearsal tomorrow! I hope lots and lots of alumnis come back to visit and watch us. I sincerely hope that we've made them proud.. And that they are able to say "I was part of them! CCHYCO!" without hesitating. I hope I would be able to say that in the future too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw here's the epitome of anticlimax.&lt;br /&gt;1) We have to return to school after SYF on Tuesday night to keep the partitions in the MPH back.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have an AMaths test on Thursday. Before the release of the SYF results.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have a chem lecture after the AMaths test!!! -____- Being optimistic, at least it's Mr Chang who's conducting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to end this post in an anticlimax manner. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Like.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8853047954699357653?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8853047954699357653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8853047954699357653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8853047954699357653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8853047954699357653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/04/memories-of-lifetime.html' title='Memories of a lifetime.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8436307765314877333</id><published>2011-04-08T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:47:22.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Clan.</title><content type='html'>Just had to update so that I'll be able to remember this amazing day even years later (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jingwen, Jiaying and Aixiang after sports day to AMK today! I love spending time with them. I think it's really amazing, cause when Jiaying and Aixiang just came into CO, there was this definite &amp; distinctive formal line seperating Jingwen &amp; I away from them. Seniors VS Juniors. They're like my sisters that I do really love &amp; care for dearly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raced against time by running from Yishun Stadium to Khatib MRT, reaching extra quick but still had to wait for Pampered Boh, got stalked by 3 monsters, tried escaping from them, succeeded, bought Koi, fell down, cabbed back to school. Slot the inside jokes, running, trust and love in between. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving combined too! Doodled with Jiaying on a scrap book. We're going to make a scrap book and exchange with each other one day before SYF.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;All these treasured memories, I wouldn't trade them for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8436307765314877333?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8436307765314877333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8436307765314877333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8436307765314877333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8436307765314877333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/04/cat-clan.html' title='The Cat Clan.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5846658707844935705</id><published>2011-04-03T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:16:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky.</title><content type='html'>Received news that there will be no more MOECO camp from this year onwards, which means that I'm from the last batch! T_T Overheard from the batch 17 facebook page that "MOE changed direction" so I'm rather upset.. ); No more batch 18, 19, 20, 21... etc, which means my juniors won't be able to experience the joy I felt! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much, cause I attended SYCO's concert yesterday and met up with wonderful batch 17s! Like Jolene, Hsienhean, Sulwyn, Darren, etc. I find it heartwarming that although it's been around 10 months since we've graduated from the camp, there's still this kind of bond there, even though we haven't seen or interacted with each other for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take group 4 for example, sometimes we'll just randomly have group chats after a looooong time of no connection at all, but there's hardly a moment whereby the chat window will come to a standstill -- every one just keeps talking and talking about everything and anything, like friends that have known each other for decades, rather than friends who've only interacted for 5 days face to face. Not to mention we've only had one day of group activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was yesterday. How Sulwyn, Aaron and Junsian came out of stage after the performance and some batch 17s just automatically gathered for a group photo. Jiaee, Ziyue, me, Jolene, Hsienhean, Darren, Sulwyn, Aaron, Ce Shun. Initially I was wondering why Junsian wasn't in the photo, then I realised that he took the photo for us. Wasted much. Felt super happy nontheless (; Saw some people like Adrian and Yuka! But they were with their school so I daren't approach them and say hi -__- Caught Xiaohan, my super pro ZYS partner during the camp who is a super friendly person and a good friend! She looked so pretty on stage man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm a fan of SYCO! They are so awesomeeeeee omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not looking forward to SYF these few days..&lt;br /&gt;Cause once SYF is over, that'll mean I'll have to step down.. NOOOO I DON'T WANT TO D: D: D: D: D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And then there's NAPFA test before that -_- Sorry I'm unhealthygirl95.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5846658707844935705?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5846658707844935705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5846658707844935705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5846658707844935705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5846658707844935705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucky.html' title='Lucky.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7053980112363177514</id><published>2011-03-30T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:29:52.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20days.</title><content type='html'>Less than 3 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had that feeling, you put so much hope into people, hoping that they'll change, constantly thinking of ways to shape them into upright people, sweating out over them, but at the end of the day even after a long lecture, they promise that they'll change, yet during the next time you see them, they revert back to their old selves and you feel a terrible ache in your heart? That disappointing, heartbreaking pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like you've failed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what have we not done enough. Sure, they are younger, they are juniors. They lack experience. But what do you say when two out of them 3 have been to SYF before already? Haven't they sensed this urgency, this longing for victory before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just freaking 20 days left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ps btw, I've actually blogged about my motivational workshop &amp; CCHYCO intensive march training camp. But meh, I didn't complete them both and yeah, I bet you know how lazy I am X,X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7053980112363177514?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7053980112363177514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7053980112363177514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7053980112363177514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7053980112363177514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/03/20days.html' title='20days.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3874439821388779443</id><published>2011-03-08T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:59:40.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I eat vinegar. ):</title><content type='html'>This post is completely dedicated to my overly obsessive liking towards my favourite fiction series in the whole wide world - Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case anyone's wondering what's the title all about...&lt;br /&gt;(fangirling ahead, you have been warned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAEE'S BROTHER IS GOING TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS AMERICA. The freaking one in ORLANDOOOOOOOO. His rich, rich school and small CCA provided him with the chance. (stares coldly at Yishun Town's photography club)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the big deal about the Universal Studios in Orlando, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER IS THERE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the deal. Still don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.universalorlando.com/harrypotter/ Click on it and let it change your mind (; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the one and only HP theme park in the world! An official one that the original actors have been invited for the opening ceremony! I have even thought of the things I'm going to buy if I ever have the chance to visit there. A set of Gryffindor costume, with tie, badge and scarf included, Severus Snape's wand, Bertie Bott's every flavour beans... I could go on ad infinitum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/End fangirl mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes... While people may not share my enthusiasm towards this magical series, I hope that my envious feelings can be pardoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm a hopeless fangirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3874439821388779443?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3874439821388779443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3874439821388779443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3874439821388779443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3874439821388779443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-eat-vinegar.html' title='I eat vinegar. ):'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5162079401161425831</id><published>2011-03-02T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:28:02.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoic heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="300" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iu-rLA4POkI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;MJ oh MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/Now, you are a distant star. You used to be my personal comet. However, please never lose that glow. Thanks for the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5162079401161425831?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5162079401161425831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5162079401161425831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5162079401161425831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5162079401161425831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/03/stoic-heart.html' title='Stoic heart.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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://img.youtube.com/vi/iu-rLA4POkI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750056587718703351.post-787670421936274104</id><published>2011-02-21T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:57:09.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll run to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you walked outside, closed your eyes and took a deep breath? In that single moment, your mind is filled with tranquility. You forget about your present worries or your anticipations. You let the wind caress your face and embrace your hair. In that instant, your life is broken down to one thing; that one thing that means the most to you. It could be your dog, Baxter, your brother Sean, or your friend Sarah who grew up with you. This particular thing could change at any point in time, but when you pass that certain moment in your life, you'll find that there will only be one thing that you will always hold up above the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Concept from a fic on fanfiction.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a consequence of reading too much fanfictions. You start quoting, editing, then making paragraphs to call "mine". I felt like I had to do this before I sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, earth.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that this world is a beautiful place; this life is wonderful. :)&lt;br /&gt;You only live &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-787670421936274104?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/787670421936274104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=787670421936274104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/787670421936274104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/787670421936274104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-run-to-you.html' title='I&apos;ll run to you.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-644496554344526515</id><published>2011-02-19T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:54:52.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction.</title><content type='html'>I did a terrible thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was happily doing homework, my mind decided that it needed a break. So, my hands, being itchy, typed into the address bar of my explorer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fanfiction.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DOOOOOOOMED.&lt;br /&gt;I should've known how easily I get addicted to those fictions :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't keep my eyes off the screens of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-644496554344526515?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/644496554344526515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=644496554344526515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/644496554344526515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/644496554344526515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/02/fiction.html' title='Fiction.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4426893216142900816</id><published>2011-02-09T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:55:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The corner of my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;For a life,&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please remember, years down the road, it was you who chose a different path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for tying you down to me all these time, for being so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Go on, I'll let you live your life. It's your turn to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But maybe I'm just lying..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's so amazing about stray cats?&lt;br /&gt;The way we humans treat them yet they are able to live on.&lt;br /&gt;People mock them, tease them, meow to them for their own amusement. Sometimes a passerby or two treat them nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they are able to move on to every tomorrow, leave every yesterday behind and in the process, defending themselves quite effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day whereby you disappointed people unintentionally coupled with some harsh truths that your heart finally starts to be realistic and accept.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say all of these aren't taking a toll on me emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't mastered the skill of taking in and letting go as and when I would like to yet. I'm trying, but right now, I'm still a weakling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4426893216142900816?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4426893216142900816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4426893216142900816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4426893216142900816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4426893216142900816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/02/corner-of-my-heart.html' title='The corner of my heart.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4351963089358297915</id><published>2011-01-30T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:39:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face.</title><content type='html'>When I receive my results a year later and see a distinction printed on the subject you teach, I'm going to photocopy it and shove it into your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It wasn't your effort. Nor your teachings. It was through my own hardwork and all the people who believed in me. Everyone else but you. You, who looked down on us. You, who tell us every single lesson without fail that we will not make it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our class shines a year later, I hope that you have it in your conscience to not take credit. Don't you have the audacity to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to win. We want to; but it doesn't mean that we need to. But to always compare us with your freakin' form class, I'm sorry but I can't accept it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop stereotyping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4351963089358297915?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4351963089358297915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4351963089358297915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4351963089358297915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4351963089358297915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-your-face.html' title='In your face.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2253159577606720419</id><published>2011-01-20T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:52:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="300" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1zIGKxnzzBo" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, whoever is reading this, take some time to listen to the song. It's not much, but it made me think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not depressed or whatnot, just to clear things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after listening, think about these questions.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever put yourself in the shoes of someone else before you tell them something? Considered how they would feel? How much do you &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; you know about one person, and how much you don't know? And, how are you so sure that words you said in the form of a joke would not break their heart into gazillions of gazillion pieces? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people out there neglected people important to them and did not show them enough care before they met angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I sincerely apologize to anyone that has suffered under my blades in the form of verbal communication. I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you with my words, intentional or unintentional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who said "Sticks and stones will break my soul but words can't bring me down"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/she is a terrible liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones can't break my life. Words can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2253159577606720419?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2253159577606720419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2253159577606720419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2253159577606720419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2253159577606720419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2011/01/superficial.html' title='Superficial.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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://img.youtube.com/vi/1zIGKxnzzBo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750056587718703351.post-1758568229097632276</id><published>2010-12-20T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:19:19.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>Dear blog, forgive your lazy, grumpy, sad excuse of an owner.&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, I doubt you exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Two more weeks till my oh-so-dreaded Secondary 4 phase and I've just completed &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; pathetic homework.&lt;br /&gt;(facepalms myself) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone's been wondering where has this lazy girl disappeared to, don't worry, I've still got my feet on earth. Albeit a few, scratch that, often visits to the air, castle-building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should blog more since my EL standard has been dropping drastically. Grammar sucks. Vocabulary has become limited. Writers' block loves to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggest, &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com"&gt;my life is averagely meh.&lt;/a&gt; This place is no longer interesting anymore and I'm the cause of it. I don't even know what's the main point of this post &lt;i&gt;what the hogwarts&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well rant a little since I'm making one of my rare visits to this lonely space (; I really don't know what I'm about to face next year. Leaving my comfort zone which includes CCHYCO, my awesome friends, entertaining student life and the school I've grown to love for 3years now. Yes, it's a crucial year that deems my future, blah blah blah. I've heard those. I know I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do. I want to study. But I just can't seem to find the slightest glint of light called motivation. Sucks much? It's been like that for a year long of a time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;With CCHYCO, last year this date this time, we were giving our best at Singapore Conference Hall for our first ever concert. Been a year. Quick, isn't it? Such memories. I really really can't imagine my life without my big &amp; warm second family next year T_T&lt;br /&gt;Syf'11 coming up in less than half a years' time! Let this &lt;i&gt;Journey&lt;/i&gt; be a wonderful one yet again &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCHYSB's going to have their concert @ Esplanade tomorrow! :D Goodluck to them ohohoho :3&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wear a dress tomorrow. Yes you haven't read that line wrongly. Me. Wear. Dress. THE FIRST FREAKING TIME IN ABOUT 10YEARS I'M GOING TO WEAR A DRESSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I betcha 100bucks I'm going to feel as awkward as Mr. Boy-who-lived Harry Potter having a one-on-one lunch with Mr. Dark Lord No-nose Voldemort tomorrow. Fish out of water, period. Tan Jiamin actually bought a dress on her own will the first time in her slightly-more-than-15 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in case you haven't noticed, I'm still a helpless Potter fan. Magic never dies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot typing one whole bunch of incoherent nonsense little people will end up reading. I feel like I'm talking to air, meow! I should go downstairs and talk to stray cats. At least they're responsive ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate rarely updated cyberspaces, I'll never be able to bring myself to delete this place, delete the footprints I've left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Ps. Random thought/concept.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things and atmosphere become awkward only because we made it that way, we thought it so. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1758568229097632276?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1758568229097632276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1758568229097632276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1758568229097632276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1758568229097632276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/12/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2004202910444195691</id><published>2010-10-14T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:51:03.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We went to the beach yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, Jasmine, Ziyue, Jiaee and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote our hopes &amp; wishes &lt;br /&gt;on paper,&lt;br /&gt;with ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dug a hole, threw them in, &lt;br /&gt;covered them up;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing of their fate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the chance to make 3 wishes. Of one, to return to the same spot, at the same day, with the same people, 10 years later and recover them. And I decided that if 10 years later we're still keeping that promise, I'll tell them about that one thing; that one event that changed my life long ago. Because I want to be convinced that not everyone that I cared about and needed will end up leaving me alone over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it takes courage to let people in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving life right now, despite how stones are thrown my direction ever so oftenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2004202910444195691?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2004202910444195691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2004202910444195691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2004202910444195691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2004202910444195691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-years-later.html' title='10 years later.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4325571807884241934</id><published>2010-09-22T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:31:05.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I've woken up.</title><content type='html'>What are you looking for? - Sick Puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0bZ4jP6H2KQ/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bZ4jP6H2KQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bZ4jP6H2KQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="300" height="300" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was your age, I had a dream, to design and build my own machines and sell them around the world. I fufilled it. What's your dream? Your 3 cousins are enrolled into university. Where are you headed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad, I couldn't thank you any more for telling me the above the other day.&lt;br /&gt;This EOY, I'll work hard. Not for anyone else's sake, but for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If nobody is going to save me, I'll save myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter even if the whole world disagrees with me. &lt;br /&gt;Throw stones at me, I'll use them to build my defense, my wall.&lt;br /&gt;I want a chance to make things right before I regret them all over next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4325571807884241934?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4325571807884241934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4325571807884241934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4325571807884241934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4325571807884241934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-ive-woken-up.html' title='Guess I&apos;ve woken up.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-425683108876249277</id><published>2010-08-24T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:03:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalities</title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;When you tried to change the things I've known so well since the beginning, I think I lost the ability to give you the respect you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find anything wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;I DO have tons more experience than you in that area.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much of yourself. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I don't live for other's praises. Who cares about what they say.&lt;br /&gt;Please get your facts right before trying to change me again.&lt;br /&gt;People change out of love and respect, not because of what's good. There, you lack.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about being responsible and shouldering all the jobs and what others say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what's good and popular may not always be what's right.&lt;br /&gt;I follow my heart. And it's telling me to keep my stand of keeping the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I think my poor little blog has become my space for venting my anger and releasing my unhappiness. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I DO have happy things to blog about, like how my girlfriends &amp; I have been much less busy recently cause cultural night's over and we've resumed to lunching &amp; going out together after school, the funny things happening in school with my tablepartners and classmates, how Jamie &amp; I went to Yuezi's house the other day, did our lit project, fooled around and made a screwed up elephant card for Jiaee (filled with my horrendous drawings), and oh the planning of NZP! :D :D I hope it'll be as fun as last year. Hope it'll be as free&amp;easy as last year's and the alumnis + seniors will come back again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my tablepartners! Even though they always mess up my table cover by writing rubbish stuff. SPASTICALLY US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, Jiaee and I went to popular today and we saw some frames in the shape of the alphabets. Only some alphabets were available, but we managed to make words out of them. Totally screwed them up. Jasmine spelled "Late", Jiaee spelled "Sex" (LOLBBQ) and I spelled "Fail". We spelled "Jebai" together which was total ownage. (There was only a letter "I" available :O Vulgar much, though?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying lifeeeeeeeee! :D &lt;br /&gt;The stuffs that anger and upset me aren't going to bring me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and random: I want to see a rainbow and a sunrise at the same time! It'll be beautiful :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism for the win. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-425683108876249277?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/425683108876249277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=425683108876249277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/425683108876249277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/425683108876249277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-what-when-you-tried-to-change.html' title='Normalities'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2453688484588506287</id><published>2010-08-10T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:57:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple dreams.</title><content type='html'>Enjoyed cultural night to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it! The hardwork of everyone put together just for those few moments on stage. Extremely touched especially at the finale, whereby all the Chung Cheng people present, be it on stage or the audience, did 3 cheers together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely heartwarming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though through the process we complained so much about the late releases, being treated like puppets, getting pissed off with the stage crew, it was all worth it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suonasheng put our hands together before going on stage and it was heartwarming yet again cause nobody had said anything, but somehow all of us said Jiayou 3 times together before seperating our hands. Sure, there might have been some friction between us the night before during the rehearsal, but it didn't stop our chemistry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Yizhen &amp; I are on a mission to fix back all the pieces and bond the section together till we've got the same unity as before the sec4s left. It's not going to be an easy job as &lt;s&gt;one essential person has changed. I could hardly recognize her now :/ &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I LOVE CCHYCO! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2453688484588506287?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2453688484588506287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2453688484588506287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2453688484588506287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2453688484588506287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-dreams.html' title='Simple dreams.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2140494768856311950</id><published>2010-08-05T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:37:51.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll set myself free even if no one's going to be there.</title><content type='html'>I came to realise that this world is filled with superficial, selfish, biased people, and people who think they know and understand you very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how judgemental they are. I dislike how they never try to put themselves into other peoples' shoes. I detest how they fix their opinion on something just because I'm like that in front of them. I loathe how they think you're someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some incidents occured today that kind of made me think a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too important to me, I can't bring myself to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;But I absolutely cannot bear this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you always take the only things or people I ever wanted away from me. How you never really wanted them but they'll be at your feet but I worked so hard yet they're never there. How you have almost every single thing I wanted, yet you're never satisfied. How you always think you know every single angle of me. How you don't know how to appreciate how lucky you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you exist, I'm invisible.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how many times I wanted to slap you in the face and wish you'd wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll probably be the over-cheerful person you know again.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to let this all out.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will come, and things will be fine again.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2140494768856311950?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2140494768856311950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2140494768856311950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2140494768856311950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2140494768856311950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-set-myself-free-even-if-no-ones.html' title='I&apos;ll set myself free even if no one&apos;s going to be there.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4734774725267608084</id><published>2010-08-01T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:20:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.</title><content type='html'>Today's August 1st.&lt;br /&gt;I'm oldddddddddddd. D:&lt;br /&gt;Jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having celebrated my birthday 15 times, I still get excited whenever the day is near. Anyway, this year was awesome. Crazy people came to my house and tried to surprise me ;D And we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (not in any order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jamie Ziyue Wanru Junli Yurou&lt;/u&gt; for attempting to surprise me despite being the ones that are closest to me and spend time so much with me that it'll be hard to plan a surprise! I love you guys so much, for taking time off and coming &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jasmine&lt;/u&gt; for being my super wonderful friend-cum-organiser of my surprise birthday celebration (and all those lame excuses you came out with when I almost found out about it ;P) Dear friend, I don't know what to do without you in my life, &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jiaee&lt;/u&gt; for skipping part of her primary school class gathering to come and celebrate my birthday for me, even though you had to leave early. Love you so much too! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rongyao&lt;/u&gt; for postponing his own birthday celebration with his friends just to come to mine and also got me a present instead of complaining like anyone else would ;D (even though you forgot to throw the receipt away, hoho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yanxu&lt;/u&gt; for skipping tuition in order to meet Jamie &amp; the others early to get my present and to come with them for the surprise. Even though you hogged my computer throughout the night and refused to come outside &amp; eat the cake together (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly and most importantly, my lovely mother who prepared everything and played along with everyone else, pretending to know nothing at all and co-organising the best celebration anyone can ever get with Jasminepig. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit this post for the details later.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4734774725267608084?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4734774725267608084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4734774725267608084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4734774725267608084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4734774725267608084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing-old-is-mandatory-growing-up-is.html' title='Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5524210333563223454</id><published>2010-07-28T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:26:08.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random fact of the day: I would always go very happy when people realise the smallest details about me. Like two days ago I tied my ponytail super high to school and Sihan actually noticed it and pointed it out. Hehe ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Optimism is the way of life" -Joey Chong Zu Er (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just here for a moment to fill up a bit of this lonely space.&lt;br /&gt;28th July now!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special, but it marks 2 months of my absence since I last published a post (;&lt;br /&gt;June holidays was awesome. I actually drafted one whole long post out but I didn't publish it because I felt that I was too lengthy -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section suonasheng &amp; CCHYCO's chuiguanyue 2010 spells awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Had a birthday celebration for all the July/August winds today. Thanks to all the organisers (Yizhen, Ziqin, Juinying, etc) and everyone else who plastered a smile onto my face and made the event possible (;&lt;br /&gt;(No seriously, when I went home I kept grinning at the super awesome card they gave me, HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the effort all of you put in, really. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, details, I was really touched that you guys remembered. I hate how I love surprises too much. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of surprises, Jamie, Jasmine &amp; the others are planning something and they don't want to tell me &gt;:( But bleh, I should not ruin the surprise myself, hoho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural night coming up! Worried about the overall ticket sales though ;(&lt;br /&gt;I'd love it if the theatre was even half filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to the friend that just left 4 days ago:&lt;br /&gt;Friendship knows no boundaries, be it timezones, country borders, culture or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wonderful albeit little memories.&lt;br /&gt;Visit this little red dot called Singapore once in a while, as there'll always be people missing your presence here (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5524210333563223454?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5524210333563223454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5524210333563223454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5524210333563223454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5524210333563223454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-fact-of-day-i-would-always-go.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5497153293619796431</id><published>2010-05-28T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T18:34:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair is bangin'!</title><content type='html'>I have an interesting week coming up! ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a Sticky/Rock candy spree with Jasmine &amp; Jamie before we head off to SPCO's concert at night on Sunday. And then Monday afternoon I'll be away at MOECO's precamp and (hopefully) it'll be fun! After that, I'll most likely return home to pack my bag and move over to school and stay overnight before the Malaysia trip on Tuesday. And of course, Tuesday is the M'sia trip. I can't wait for that~ :D My first exchange programme! And a whole day with the Winds/Percussion family! Wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the parent session was yesterday. And unfortunately, I was one of them to receive the dreaded letter of invitation to the event.&lt;br /&gt;My parents spoke to Ms Tan MM &amp; Ms C. Goh, but it was rather okay since I have a wonderful form teacher :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case you're wondering what's the purpose of this post...&lt;br /&gt;Refer to title ^&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I had my fringe cut into bangs! :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I was hesitating before my haircut as to whether I should or not...&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&lt;br /&gt;I think I look rather normal O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did cheat a little though, I told my hairstylist to have it slant a little so when it grows long it'll be like side fringe.&lt;br /&gt;Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasminepig says that she might be cutting too!&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be left with only Ziyue without bangsssssss. (;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Hey Ziyue, see this? Now go and cut and join us! Muahahaha.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next week.&lt;br /&gt;But before I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TKEN-v57CE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TKEN-v57CE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I posted this before.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a stubborn fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm merely one of them left that's still keeping the faith.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I chanced upon this song in my internet history &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And just like it always had, this song gives me hope &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everything will be okay in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So it's been 3 years, and I still thank you for making me realise that good things don't last forever.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5497153293619796431?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5497153293619796431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5497153293619796431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5497153293619796431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5497153293619796431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hair-is-bangin.html' title='My hair is bangin&apos;!'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5793815290914979821</id><published>2010-05-22T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:44:59.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes memories are hard to hold on, but sometimes they're everything we've got.</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY YOU YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;This week has been... a roller coaster ride of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I recover from being upset very quickly, heh.&lt;br /&gt;But that's a good thing right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking forward to next week already for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had practice for Longteng &amp; June camp briefing yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;Jingwen &amp; I think we will cry during CCHYCO's POP. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Longteng was okay, Jiaying was awesome haha!&lt;br /&gt;I need improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, byebyeeeeeeeeee (;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read my fanfictions :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5793815290914979821?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5793815290914979821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5793815290914979821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5793815290914979821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5793815290914979821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-memories-are-hard-to-hold-on.html' title='Sometimes memories are hard to hold on, but sometimes they&apos;re everything we&apos;ve got.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-753314016450632990</id><published>2010-05-17T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:18:48.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear wet eyes, please dry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's my fault, I only have myself to blame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a lazy student, because I'm the worst ever, because I'm not worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking demoralised right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Yes, in case you're wondering, I failed 3 subjects. 1 f9, 2 e8s.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it, really.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the whole world is crashing down on me and I don't know how to face people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dig a hole and bury myself inside until I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Damn this, damn everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I feel that I suck.&lt;br /&gt;I suck for letting my teachers down, especially LXY, TMM and TTS.&lt;br /&gt;I suck for making my parents disappointed with me.&lt;br /&gt;I suck for... I don't know, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I got to pull myself back up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, if you'd just stop rubbing salt into my wound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-753314016450632990?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/753314016450632990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=753314016450632990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/753314016450632990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/753314016450632990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-only-have-myself-to-blame.html' title='Dear wet eyes, please dry.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2426115277216686240</id><published>2010-05-16T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:50:10.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." - Kevin Arnold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When giving up seems like the easier way out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember the one reason why you held on in the first place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, today was yet another boring day D:&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's such thing called fanfiction, it kept me occupied the whole day (;&lt;br /&gt;Love the IchigoRukia pairing ahhhhh! Though I might not be into Bleach anymore I still adore that pairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to next week.&lt;br /&gt;Results, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, breakfast with Jasminepig on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Been long since we went to eat breakfast since we're both lazy people who loves to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJge_npf0aU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJge_npf0aU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Jasmine &amp; I went crazy over 5566 (they were our childhood idols!) I decided to listen to their songs again and I fell in love with them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;This song was one of my favourites when I was in Primary School!&lt;br /&gt;The days where I would sleep late at night just to watch "My MVP Valentine", hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll watch their shows again when I'm free! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2426115277216686240?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2426115277216686240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2426115277216686240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2426115277216686240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2426115277216686240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-giving-up-seems-like-easier-way.html' title='&quot;Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.&quot; - Kevin Arnold'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2041113039095048955</id><published>2010-05-15T14:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:35:28.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just watch my wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving YOU.</title><content type='html'>Just made some amazing discoveries recently:&lt;br /&gt;1) SOME OF MY CLASSMATES ACTUALLY READ MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;And I thought no one came here anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yizhen &amp;amp; Fongteng said their first impression of me was... scary.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely got a shock when they told me that cause Jiamin and Scary doesn't fit at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There's actually an SNSD song that I actually like.&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me will know that I'm not really keen towards them and most of the time, I don't fancy them. Butttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r1VukkIDuE&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/_r1VukkIDuE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's a boring day. (yawn)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday was more than awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck at home today and exams are over which means... household chores T_T&lt;br /&gt;Jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was horrible because MYEs are over and that means facing the reality : rubbish results.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I failed emaths.&lt;br /&gt;They say there's no point crying over spilt milk, so yeah, I aren't really upset cause of the results.&lt;br /&gt;Just that... I hate the thought of disappointing my amazing teacher.&lt;br /&gt;When she came in and scolded us, for that instant I could really empathize with her cause I knew how that must have really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got really pissed off with some people for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Some people never learn, and nothing's their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, I love Jasmine cause she talked &amp;amp; agreed &amp;amp; listened to me so much yesterday despite my grouchy mood. Glad to have a friend who thinks so much like me hehe :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CO after that, made me a little better (; Missed my juniors and I haven't played in so long I was getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the day before yesterday was superb.&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Last paper (physics) &gt; Library with Ziyue &amp;amp; Gwen to wait for 3F,G,H to finish their paper while Lishan went bballing with the guys &gt; Major fun &amp;amp; slacking time with Jamie Jasmine Ziyue Jiaee Yurou before Chinese oral started &gt; CL oral &gt; more slacking back in the CO room &gt; KTV partyworld with my 美女们 + Zijian cum Jamie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physics&lt;/i&gt; was tough. Darren told us (the 3e people sitting in that particular area) after the paper that it was very easy and I got a big shock. So I knew I was going to fail. I memorized the formulas the night before but that morning, I forgot everything and went into the hall with just "F=ma" -_- Discussed the paper with JoeyC &amp;amp; Qianhui after that, we realised that all of the questions that required us to find area, we went to find volume. And that's quite a lot of marks gone. GG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Library&lt;/i&gt; after that, we went to read books/slack cause 3FGH haven't finish their paper yet. Gwen &amp;amp; I was reading chicken soup, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slacked&lt;/i&gt; in CO room after they finished their paper since we had about 3 hours before oral starts :O. Had lots of fun! We played the "guess the song" game again. It was Ziyue's first time playing and she so pro already! I almost won her in the end but Jamie banned me from answering questions cause I too pro already HAHA ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK's Wasurenaide (Don't forget) came up as they were using my phone to play the game initially and Jamie got pissed cause she don't know a lot of songs my phone was playing so she randomly shouted "AKAJIBUJISAI!" and claimed it to be a new swear word and defined it to be "you look like shit/you're an asshole" so Jiaee didn't like it ;P It became our word of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie's phone after that, and she had lots of Jaychou's songs, I like! But Ziyue kept winning after that since she's the ultimate Jaychou fan. Whichever Jay song that came up that Jasmine didn't know, she'll go like "JAY CHOU ONE!! 夜曲! 夜曲!" but when 夜曲 really came up, she got it wrong HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs for lunch afterwards, Jiaee brought us to a place in the school. It's one of the highest place in school and the scenery from there is definitely beautiful. Can't believe hardly anyone knows about it. It's now my new favourite place in school! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the pavilion beside the pond after that. We played "blow, wind, blow" since we had 6 people and there were only 5 benches on its perimeter. Ran around like little primary school kids, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the CO room and chat! :D Quote from Ziyue's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, oh and we talked about a lot of stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like when we want to get married etcetc LOL!&lt;br /&gt;We discussed the topic of young kids dating HAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Cos jiaee told us some hilarious stuff about her P3 brother and his girlf!!!! LMAO super funny story.&lt;br /&gt;想当年 P3 we still playing catching leh! -_- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah and we talked about a lot of sensitive topics! Haha, open discussions for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Went upstairs to the MPH again for Chinese oral.&lt;/i&gt; Passage wasn't hard, but conversation stunned me cause the topic was something like "What are your opinions on local people wasting food?" and I had nothing to say at all ._. So crapped until the Africans had nothing to eat and we should treasure our wealth and how lucky we are, ;x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jiaee and Ziyue attempting to play gaoyinsheng when I returned to the CO room so me &amp;amp; Jasmine joined in while we waited for Jamie to finish her oral. Left for Northpoint after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zijian and we went to &lt;i&gt;Partyworld&lt;/i&gt;. Super fun please!&lt;br /&gt;We kept making Jamie &amp;amp; Zijian sing couple songs! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine &amp;amp; I went crazy when we were putting the songs on queue cause we saw one whole row of 5566 songs. 5566 is our childhood idol! Had lots of memories while I sang their songs w/ Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;They played JJ's Killer and I didn't dare watch the MV cause it's super scary -_-&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga's MV are very R21 :O.&lt;br /&gt;Jiaee wanted to find her songs so she went to the "find songs by singer" section and keyed "LGG" HAHAHA. Hilarious to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine &amp;amp; I kept criticizing their English on their advertisments ;P&lt;br /&gt;Most of our songs were Jay's songs though. But I like it! :3&lt;br /&gt;Sang those very high songs and we sang at the top of our lungs :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaee and Ziyue were high, Jamie has an awesome voice and was our rapper of the day, Zijian kept picking those old old songs that we've never heard of before and Jasmine went crazy cause they kept wanting to skip her 5566 songs. I sang till my voice box broke (; Towards the end I couldn't sing no more cause my throat can't take it and my voice kept breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashin and Jay are shuai! :3 Okay, random ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, long post. Been long since I posted normal, daily life stuffs HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends cause they're the best and the most fun bunch you'll ever find (; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank your presence in my life, :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2041113039095048955?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2041113039095048955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2041113039095048955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2041113039095048955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2041113039095048955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-watch-my-wildest-dreams-come-true.html' title='Just watch my wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving YOU.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7963200920209489807</id><published>2010-05-02T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:49:24.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the past.</title><content type='html'>I AM HORRIFIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I wrote a real life experience for my paper 1 on Friday for my exams (something that happened 3 years ago, right) and I remembered I DID blog about it before, so I went and dig out my archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My topic was to write about something that you have regretted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID found the post.&lt;br /&gt;Andddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LANGUAGE USED TO BE HORRIBLE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;/devastated face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7963200920209489807?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7963200920209489807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7963200920209489807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7963200920209489807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7963200920209489807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-horrified-lets-just-say-i-wrote.html' title='In the past.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-9072445306974384842</id><published>2010-04-28T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:43:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A falling star, at least I fall alone.</title><content type='html'>Life is ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was late for school, on the big and empty 969 by myself. (So obviously I thought a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;I took that bus ever since young so I've always been familiar with the road.&lt;br /&gt;Back then, 7 or 8 years ago when the bus passed by the stretch of amazing, humongous bungalows, my wish was: To earn big bucks, buy a plot of land, design my own pretty house and live with my family in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive and innocent days, how awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days where we feel an abundant of emotions :&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness when a friend abandons you&lt;br /&gt;The happiness when someone surprises you&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment when someone failed you&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're alone till loneliness doesn't bother us anymore, we failed till we're numb, we've been disappointed so much that it doesn't mean as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, we can't help feeling sad and empty at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I want to is to be happy and contented everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It's something so simple that it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That other day I saw on a friend's status on facebook: "We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow up, we fall down, we get up, we move on.&lt;br /&gt;It's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the simplest things that affects us the most at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-9072445306974384842?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/9072445306974384842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=9072445306974384842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/9072445306974384842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/9072445306974384842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-star-at-least-i-fall-alone.html' title='A falling star, at least I fall alone.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1734753959719029498</id><published>2010-04-12T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:09:46.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GIVE UP!</title><content type='html'>Sick today, :(&lt;br /&gt;Got so many things on my mind recently, I feel like I'm turning my own life haywire.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;My mind's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;i&gt;One day, I'll face the world and prove the lot of you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking down on me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that false pretense of yours so much.&lt;br /&gt;At least while I dare to dream, I've got my feet on the ground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1734753959719029498?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1734753959719029498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1734753959719029498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1734753959719029498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1734753959719029498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-give-up.html' title='I GIVE UP!'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-6201797336244621058</id><published>2010-03-29T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:58:27.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYTOENAIL.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm blogging just to announce that &lt;b&gt;I HAVE TEN TOENAILS ALREADY!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;In case anyone forgot, yeah, I dropped one of my toenail about two months ago. Yeah, gross, whatever.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohlalalalalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm so excited just because my toenail grew back.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, okay, I admit, it's not fully back yet. At least it's half back!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bye.&lt;br /&gt;Love my toenail!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-6201797336244621058?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/6201797336244621058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=6201797336244621058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6201797336244621058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6201797336244621058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/03/ohmytoenail.html' title='OHMYTOENAIL.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7081757147863209157</id><published>2010-03-23T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:23:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those small moments that we usually won't think about treasuring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You and I.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a clown in a cheap song, forced to smile even though I'm crying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/2AM - I Did Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-learning today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go to school though. At least in school I'll pay more attention and not get tempted to log out of asknlearn and sleep. Plus in school I can talk to &amp;amp; laugh with the class and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep after Chinese because my Bio and Maths slides refused to load.&lt;br /&gt;MSN went crazy, very few people were online.&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't give much thought to it until Ziyue pointed out that I'm offline in her list and she's offline in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like e-learning ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;(Happy birthday to Cynthia btw ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day has been very weird.&lt;br /&gt;I was down before recess because I barely passed Lit when I wrote so long for the essay.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I passed :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept teasing Jasmine about her twitter because her profile nickname was "indispensable" LOLOLOL. And her display picture was super funny + cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was :D because I got an a1 for Bio, 38/50 (;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was joking with Ziyue, saying that if she's really that unlucky she'll end up getting 74/100 (one mark to a1) and in the end she really got it (37/50)!! And I got the same marks as her.&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbut, since Mr Neo's Maths = fail, we both managed to find one more mark for ourselves and tadah, our a1.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I checked my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths was hilarious ;P&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lin was telling us about her friend's roti prata story and it started out like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ML= her, 3e= us of course :O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;ML: You all recently got eat roti prata or not?&lt;br /&gt;3e: (some yes, some no) Why, got food poisoning? O_O&lt;br /&gt;ML: Okay ah, this is a true story. My friend's own experience. You know&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Kayu? The famous prata shop there? My friend went there to eat one day and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;3e: Ohhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;ML: WHAT, I cannot have male friends?! (points to a boy) You don't&lt;br /&gt;have female friends meh?! (points to a girl) You don't have make friends meh?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that &lt;i&gt;night&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;3e: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ms Lin!!!&lt;br /&gt;ML: HE WENT ALONE LAH!! AIYOH YOU ALL HOR! Argh, you all want listen or&lt;br /&gt;not?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I've got such a cute emaths teacher ;D&lt;br /&gt;She went on telling us a very funny and disgusting story about her friend finding out about how the prata guy at the shop didn't wash his hands after doing business and proceeded with making pratas and how her friend literally ate &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson ended off with the guys saying "Eh Ms Lin, teachers' day we buy prata for you okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziyue Jamie Jiaee and I went Northpoint's McDonalds for lunch at around 4pm and we sat and talked till about 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;We owned ;P&lt;br /&gt;We were actually about to go off at 5pm but Jiaee suddenly suggested "Eh, want buy ice cream?"&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down, ate our ice creams and talked for another one hour.&lt;br /&gt;Shared a lot of things, Jiaee's dramatic and embarrasing but funny childhood got exposed!&lt;br /&gt;Something about me got revealed that Jiaee and Ziyue were in shock for a very long time because to them, it was very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Yueziguo's &lt;a href="http://slap-andkill.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So yeap we started talking about our pasts and biggest shock of the day was&lt;br /&gt;jiamin's story.&lt;br /&gt;It is a thing that I will never imagine in a thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY VVVVERY SHOCKING! Me and jiaee were so shocked but jamie wasn't cos&lt;br /&gt;she knew already HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept giving me the wide eyed, I-can't-believe-what-I-just-heard expression.&lt;br /&gt;And we discussed about Jamie's very long and rich love life!! And all those funny, small moments we almost forgot in sec1 and 2. Small moments are important too! :D&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shared a little from our pasts too. Very fun &amp;amp; entertaining lunch! Too bad Jasmine wasn't there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, reached at around 6.15 :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today has been boring. 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think about treasuring.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3938740826397815444</id><published>2010-03-20T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:09:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Tutor: My new found enemy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;As the title says.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, actually I have lots to write about but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;/Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the end of my March holidays.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I spent almost everyday in school and I only get to sleep in for 3 out of 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd the most wonderful thing is I spent every single day of my holiday doing &lt;i&gt;homework&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably stop complaining ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, I hope Wednesday's plans will be carried out smoothly :)&lt;br /&gt;*Winks in Ningxia and Juinying's direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3938740826397815444?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3938740826397815444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3938740826397815444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3938740826397815444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nothing to look forward to now, damn.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some goal-searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is wrong with me man. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Your heart.&lt;br /&gt;In there, I hold no position.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5293271708184083627?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5293271708184083627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5293271708184083627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5293271708184083627'/><link rel='self' 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aim for a pass for most subjects. (Sigh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amaths&lt;/span&gt;, sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I have extremely low confidence in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amaths&lt;/span&gt; paper that I told a lot of people if I passed, I would treat them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seoul&lt;/span&gt; garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I passed my chem! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohlala&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; marked on spot after collecting our papers.&lt;br /&gt;And she's crazy, she marks extremely quickly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been mad crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday/Combined Humanities (EL lit &amp;amp; SS), Chinese.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was okay, but I wrote very long for my Poem A essay (it was a 10mark question) then I got scared because many people wrote much lesser/used the space given in the question paper and I wrote like one fool scape page full of stuffs. Darryl wrote 6lines only, crazy -.-&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird mentality that goes like "if I write too long, the teacher see already will feel very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; and don't feel like marking and thus give me very little marks" ._. Poem B was gone case because I wrote &amp;amp; explained the wrong genre = 4 marks gone from my 25m paper. It's a &lt;i&gt;Ballad&lt;/i&gt; and I wrote freaking &lt;i&gt;Ode&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I spent a good 45 minutes doing my lit paper, I had only 15 left for my SS essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; man! I only spent like 2-3 lines for weighing + conclusion. Hence, I'll be satisfied if I pass my combined humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was cheap easy ;P. Me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jupig&lt;/span&gt; wrote &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt; the same answer for one of the comprehension questions. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday/English &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl told me that while his Mum was sending him to school in the morning he saw an injured/dead deer lying on the expressway :/&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked because my first reaction was "A wild deer?! Running around in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;?!". Sounds rather weird doesn't it. But he confirmed that it IS a deer, with antlers and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ziyue&lt;/span&gt; if they set those random and boring topics for English I will have nothing to write about and will end up scoring very badly. They're only testing us on essays this CT.&lt;br /&gt;End up really come out all the lame, dry topics -.-&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I really doubt about my ability to write :/.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wrote about my mum for 3) Describe someone who you love dearly because that topic was the most flexible already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Emaths&lt;/span&gt; was rather okay but I gave away a lot of marks for careless mistakes. Heart pain ):&lt;br /&gt;/I got back my paper already &amp;amp; I gave away a total of 9 marks -.- And the careless mistakes were all extremely stupid that Ms Lin drew a sad face beside it and wrote "So careless!" I could have gotten 37/45 if there weren't any careless mistakes you know! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already said to a lot of people that I'll treat them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seoul&lt;/span&gt; garden if I pass.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about revising till almost 2am in the morning and flunking.&lt;br /&gt;The higher you climb, the harder you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, what's over is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday/Combined (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phy&lt;/span&gt;, Chem) &amp;amp; Pure science (Bio)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial thoughts were: Triple science = killer.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was unexpectedly easy! And to think that I killed so much brain cells the night before being paranoid about it being hard!&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was the complete opposite though. I concentrated on Physics the night before thinking that Chemistry = mostly sec2 work = no need so much revision. End up the paper come out so hard! I barely passed man. (Yup, I saw my marks when Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; was marking. I passed at exactly borderline. Half a mark lesser, I'm going to fail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO WAS CHEAP EASY. I was cheated man, I thought nutrients would be the end of me so I revised a lot of it. End up there's only one question on nutrients and it's easy like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I think I screwed up my graph though. Bye, 3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I could &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conquer&lt;/span&gt; the world after Bio paper finished because that marked the end of my first sec3 common test. (HI, I SURVIVED! ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for CO after that. Turned CO room 180degrees literally. Changed position because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhaolaoshi&lt;/span&gt; said it's very stuffy at the side of the room he stands so he requested to change the position of everything. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; opposite now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very close to percussion now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cool: they found the box for the ball throwing game which was a prop for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ziyue's&lt;/span&gt; game station during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NZPCO&lt;/span&gt; camp game in the CO room. It was hidden away for so long and finally found and there's even money in it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing about it: Me and Jamie wanted to eat lunch but childish &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yanxu&lt;/span&gt; was playing with it and refused to go. We finally went when he got satisfied after throwing coins into the box countless of times w/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rongyao&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yanxu&lt;/span&gt; is a big fat bully, took all my money from my wallet and didn't return me.&lt;br /&gt;And the clueless me didn't know at all until I walked into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eachacup&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;northpoint&lt;/span&gt; with Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;We've already ordered! Then I took out my wallet and realised I had no money at all ._.&lt;br /&gt;That time, we've already went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seperate&lt;/span&gt; ways from him so I had no choice but to cancel my order as I couldn't redeem my money.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was shocked because I thought I dropped all of my money or something...&lt;br /&gt;then I remembered I had him help me take my wallet when I was tying up my shoelaces (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rongyao&lt;/span&gt; was being childish and pulled them apart) while we were waiting for the bus back school after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;commited&lt;/span&gt; the unforgivable crime of my heart by watching a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SNSD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GAHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't by accident this time. I actually went and search for it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt; was I thinking then.&lt;br /&gt;Go on, laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5666913459024104063?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5666913459024104063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5666913459024104063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5666913459024104063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5666913459024104063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/03/paroxysm.html' title='Paroxysm!'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3211809042630792832</id><published>2010-02-26T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:34:08.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the only exception ;)</title><content type='html'>This week has been quite eventful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I enjoyed PE like for the first time in I-forgot-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;We did long jump!&lt;br /&gt;It was entertaining seeing all the other people jump.&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to skip my turn since it was in random order and I thought no one would notice or something but this one person who I failed to identify who shouted my name.&lt;br /&gt;So no choice, I had to go for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened:&lt;br /&gt;I was running, running, running and preparing to jump when I saw the red line.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone (I think was ZP) shouted something like, "Jiamin, there's grass in front, you want to eat them?" in Chinese because I always tell them to "Qu chi cao" (go eat grass).&lt;br /&gt;Then I got stunned and I ran across the pit of grass and sand ._.&lt;br /&gt;I heard another guy say "She heard the word grass she got stunned! :O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (L) 3e'10 heh, even though they always do stupid and lame things that the teacher's don't know whether to laugh or cry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jasmine and I did something stupid on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? We can never take up the job of a paparazzi because we fail to even stalk our bestfriend and her boyfriend. (Really, how could we D:)&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, me and evilpig stalked our bestfriend and her boyfriend while her boyfriend sent her home.&lt;br /&gt;It was evilpig's idea because she asked me whether do I want to take the same bus with them "so that we could stalk them".&lt;br /&gt;Like WTH, I thought she was joking in the first place so I actually agreed and took the bus all the way to Woodlands with her (I was supposed to alight at Admiralty).&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; went to follow them and I gave a stupid excuse of "wanting to send Jasmine home".&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, they saw us twice ._.&lt;br /&gt;Once before we even began our mission D:&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, so fail T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I GOT MY MOECO MUSIC CAMP 10's AUDITION PIECE ALREADY!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, it's JiangJunLing for Sheng!&lt;br /&gt;When I got my score I was having neutral feelings. But then I heard from Queenie that hers was extracted from JJL and I immediately went to check mine...&lt;br /&gt;Mine was from JJL too! And it's my favourite part HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So I was happy and over the moon and well. Just happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Laughing session with 3e on Thursday rocked! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Started out in the morning when Ms Lin was teaching inequalities, did something and made everyone laugh like crazy. Then she heard Jinghui's laughter which was very high pitched and tried to imitate it. And she sounded like a witch LOL. Then everyone went crazy and laughed like WTHBBQ. We laughed and laughed and laughed for about 10minutes and Ms Lin laughed along with us. Then she tried to change into serious mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lin: "Okay stop laughing already lah!"&lt;br /&gt;Class: (no reaction, everyone continues laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lin: "Nevermind." (turns around) "BIAN4 LIAN3!! Okay class, let's continue!!"&lt;br /&gt;Class: O_O "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" (continues laughing like crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lin: "Huh." (Witchy laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to exaggerate, but compared to what happened during English lesson afterwards, this could be called "the calm before the storm".&lt;br /&gt;Somehow during EL lesson we managed to discuss about stuffs until we reached ZP's favourite topic (again) : sex change.&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole class got interested because Ms Goh was telling us things like people who were born with both sets of sex organs and their parents had to choose their gender etc etc and when they grow up and don't feel like their gender, they go and change again.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about that weird guy on Wednesday's Chinese newspaper and Ms Goh went like, "Next time if Zhuangpeng really go and try for sex change, please stop him!"&lt;br /&gt;And the whole class burst into crazy laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that ZP's future name would be Alvin&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; Chick&lt;u&gt;y&lt;/u&gt; Boh Zhuang Peng.&lt;br /&gt;His class nickname is Alvin Chick Boh ZP. You get the hint.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone laughed like crazy. Qianhui laughed till she broke her record of 10minutes. Darryl laughed until his cheeks hurt. I laughed until I had tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But it was enjoyable you know, to be able to laugh like that so freely :D&lt;br /&gt;I even saw those people that hardly smile laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Goh couldn't control our crazy laughter so she went and "bang" the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;It was even suggested that our laughter should be recorded down and used as her alarm clock's bell.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm + guarantee + chop she'll wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's performance on Sunday. Guess I should look forward to it since it's the last performance with the sec4s if they don't go for the Shanghai trip and it'll be a loooooooong time before we'll get to perform again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye, common tests are up next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;My amaths is an epic failure. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to study like a good ol' kiddo 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3211809042630792832?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3211809042630792832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3211809042630792832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3211809042630792832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3211809042630792832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-only-exception.html' title='You are the only exception ;)'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8567862525981154968</id><published>2010-02-22T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:33:36.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll look you in the eye and tell you the world's biggest lie.</title><content type='html'>Hello people you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I just typed one extremely long and detailed post about my wonderful CNY break.&lt;br /&gt;And I was reviewing it for mistakes and such when blogger decided that it should be a bitch and deleted everything I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph &gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched life transformers 2 just now.&lt;br /&gt;Super touching D:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like watching shows like this because they always make me feel sad and crap then halfway through the show I'll be like : "I can't continue watching any longer..."&lt;br /&gt;But it's a nice show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZt6r2HxqCM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZt6r2HxqCM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song because it describes my mood now. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Friday was (L) because Jingwen, Juinying and I exchanged a lot of things. I told them something I've never told anyone before. Little friend! ;D&lt;br /&gt;There's no sectional this Wednesday. (groans)&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk to them again ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8567862525981154968?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8567862525981154968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8567862525981154968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8567862525981154968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8567862525981154968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-look-you-in-eye-and-tell-you-worlds.html' title='I&apos;ll look you in the eye and tell you the world&apos;s biggest lie.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7099829931356103234</id><published>2010-02-14T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:48:17.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY LALALA :D</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED PACKETS!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Still looking forward to tomorrow &amp; Tuesday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7099829931356103234?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7099829931356103234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7099829931356103234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7099829931356103234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7099829931356103234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/02/hohoho-hehehe-hahaha-red-packets-happy.html' title='CNY LALALA :D'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3558442037379639379</id><published>2010-02-13T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:47:56.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY eve ;)</title><content type='html'>HELLOWELLOJELLOMELLOYELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy now because it's CNY in less than 12 hours' time :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm always very excited during CNY ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year's CNY is damn cool cause it falls on Valentines Day and it's the first CNY that I'm going to celebrate with friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so satisfied because I just cleaned my room. It looks sparkling clean now! 8D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a short nap now because I plan to stay up late in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh, looking forward to Tuesday whereby 2e09 people visits each other's house and bainian together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3558442037379639379?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3558442037379639379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3558442037379639379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3558442037379639379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3558442037379639379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellowellojellomelloyellow.html' title='CNY eve ;)'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-719160085340354462</id><published>2010-02-10T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:44:47.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I don't want to need at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If there's two people in this world you would run for, I would be neither of them. I realised that a little too late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings, this is the 100th post @ superduperuber.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe it, huh!&lt;br /&gt;Since I started blogging like 1001 years ago, but my blog always dies and I always recreate another one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out of so many of my blogs that existed before, this is the only one that made it to 100.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case anyone is wondering why am I posting at like 3.30 on a Wednesday afternoon when I'm supposed to be at sectionals, the answer is that &lt;u&gt;I'm sick&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fourth time this year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And it's only February!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-T I wish for a stronger immune system, (sighs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phlegm and fever, you're my number one enemy right now.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't go to the doctor this time round, since it's not very serious, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be sick right now because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CNY's just freaking four days away. Don't do this to me, I want to eat my CNY goodies! Being sick when CNY's around the corner is worse than being sick during your birthday and exams, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's a Wednesday today.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not any normal Wednesdays whereby I have no amaths and emaths. I have Bio practical and Physics test today. Okay, maybe having my Physics test delayed is a good thing because I have more time to study, but it's super scary taking the test alone y'know! And you know how much I love practicals. &gt;:( And I abandoned Ziyue again, which means she has no partner for practical and recess, ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I missed sectional.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I can't joke with, exchange our day's happenings with and practice with Juinying and Jingwen, can't crap with Yizhen, can't go home with Jamie and Huanwen, can't laugh at Jacky's failed attempt at trying to flirt with the new sec1s, can't borrow Rongyao's itouch and make him say "she sell seashells on the sea shore" and laugh because he always fails on first try, can't poke Yanxu, laugh at his gayness and mess with his hair, can't play with Jamie, Ziyue and Jiaee after sectional at percussion's side before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I missed class deco.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of 3e was supposed to stay back today and complete most of the deco (but who knows how many actually really stayed and helped). I feel guilt-ridden for not helping T-T Whatsmore, I can't be there for the judging because I have rehearsal for the CNY performance on Friday. Even though we won't win (first prize confirm go to 3f!) I still feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I didn't like being sick today. Hmph :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-719160085340354462?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/719160085340354462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=719160085340354462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/719160085340354462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/719160085340354462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/02/greetings-this-is-100th-post.html' title='All I don&apos;t want to need at all.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7415187215632452449</id><published>2010-01-29T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:17:35.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long is Forever?</title><content type='html'>Hey world ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't update for some time already. As &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ziyue&lt;/span&gt; says, I visit her blog more than I visit my own. It ain't my fault okay, her posts are always so nice to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was very sad yesterday because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, I failed my first ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amaths&lt;/span&gt; test. Yes, I know it is normal to fail &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amaths&lt;/span&gt; in the beginning, but it demoralizes me like hell alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, My toenail dropped. I'll spare you the details, I'm sure you wouldn't want to know ^^. And I'd like to thank everyone who helped &amp;amp; cared! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass my emaths test &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I wore a slipper to school today and my toe had this big and stupid bandage on it and many people went like "You fell down again?!" to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I explained my situation to them they gave me the "OMG that's disgusting and it must've hurt!" expression.&lt;br /&gt;So now my summarised explaination is "I have 10 toes and 9 nails".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were slack. Qianhui was acting retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jamie and Junxiong bear messed up the whiteboard @ percussion's side. We ruined Jiaee and Ziyue's elephant + bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Bear has seriously crazy imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rongyao's itouch rocks LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I entertained myself the whole combined with his toilet paper game.&lt;br /&gt;I showed Juinying &amp;amp; Jingwen the game and we laughed like crazy. But the game rocks okay!&lt;br /&gt;Jacky beat my 6seconds record grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know something amazing?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my section's sec ones are all connected to CO before joining in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jacky. He came to the NZPSC camp, then came to our school, then joined CO. Then, he got transferred from gaoyinsheng to zhongyinsuona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jiaying. You know, she's Zhuangpeng's sister!! I had this conversation with her:&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's your name? (Well, since she's going to be in my section and she looked familiar.)&lt;br /&gt;Her: Jiaying.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG ZHUANGPENG'S MEIMEI! O_O&lt;br /&gt;I think I scared her away already. ;x&lt;br /&gt;And thing is, during Thursday's english lesson ZP told me that his sister is going to join CO and told me to look out for her. And tadah, she's in my section. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ailan's sister. I don't know her name yet, but she's gonna be in gaoyinsheng. She looks like her sister man! Both got very big and nice eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCHYCO has hopeeeee. I think this year's sec ones are not bad (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely grateful to Huanwen who found my squirrel for me. You'd never know how happy I was that time when she told me she found it. I was so happy that I went meow-ing to everyone I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused to northpoint after that with Jamie Jasmine Yanxu. YX is nice to poke LOL.&lt;br /&gt;His skin damn thick, people steal his wallet or anything from his bag he also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He got tricked by me and Jamie so many times, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to school on Monday (minus amaths D:).&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm going to the doctor to review my toe tomorrow. I hope it's better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7415187215632452449?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7415187215632452449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7415187215632452449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7415187215632452449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7415187215632452449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-long-is-forever.html' title='How long is Forever?'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5174314581105895811</id><published>2010-01-14T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:20:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have no idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired that thinking about stuffs and pinching myself to keep me awake doesn't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attempt to blog to keep myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tired.&lt;br /&gt;It's only 9:03 pm and I'm yawning practically every 30seconds.&lt;br /&gt;And you know sometimes when you yawn water will come out from your eyes then you look like you're crying and you keep rubbing your eyes, making it redder than ever?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what I look like now -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately trying to complete my homework before I go *bong* on the table.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even had my dinner yet but I don't feel hungry at all.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually doing my homework OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Except for amaths because I still don't understand inverse matrix.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks man, I want amaths tuition! Any kind soul/smart person volunteer to tutor me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wednesdays rock because I have neither amaths nor emaths. Hello people, jealous? ;D&lt;br /&gt;Had height and weight BTW. Didn't even grow a small sad single small cm. Jingwen &amp;amp; Ziyue are as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt; as me, :D! And all our teacher's reaction are similar when we told them we couldn't use the screen cause the projector spoiled. Only Mr. Neo steadiest, we went Bio lab to study instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectional was crazy as hell. Intended to do homework before sectionals start but YZ JW RY came along one by one and sat at the one and only table in co room and talked till I forgot all about my stupid amaths textbook looking up at me on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZY and JQ are addicted to my phone's game LOL. It's called crazy penguin. Apparantly Ziyue has cleared all the stages and saved numerous of penguins from bad polar bears. JQ say it encourages terrorism (LOL). I say it's violent and the polar bears in the game are very poor things ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly slacked during sectionals + talking and crapping and having fun LOL. After break almost everyone were like slacking away already. I &lt;u&gt;DID&lt;/u&gt; practice shadier and longteng with JW okay ;P&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW shengs have a place in the CO room to practice already! Because percussion changed to Thursday so the other side of the room is now ours! Bwahaha. We don't need to endure the heat outside and the zibi-ness of practicing in corridors/outside the toilet anymore! Yaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaee was zibi as she couldn't go home because it was raining. She finished doing her homework and played truth or dare by herself ._. &amp;amp; I laughed at her wallpaper because it's a picture of her 2 dickfaced elephants ;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost couldn't get off the bus while going home today because Darryl happened to sit beside me and he went like : "Say please."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Please?"&lt;br /&gt;D : "Say please korkor."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WTF NO LET ME THROUGH! D:"&lt;br /&gt;And Ryan laughed at me ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye I'm gonna sleep now because my eyes are like this now &gt; @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5174314581105895811?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5174314581105895811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5174314581105895811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5174314581105895811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5174314581105895811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-have-no-idea.html' title='You have no idea.'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1154931706848718300</id><published>2010-01-12T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:34:24.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unlucky day today, even though school was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning went to school, I was already late enough when I stepped out of my house already, so I ran to the bus stop. 969 came while I was still running so I chionged onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know... &lt;i&gt;I FORGOT TO BRING MY WALLET.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's hard for me to survive without my dear little wallet because my ezlink card, money and everything is inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stupidly got down the bus. Y'know, I felt damn bad because the uncle was about to drive away when I came up :/ But in the end I got down because I didn't have my wallet with me. Ran back home and ran to the MRT station in a record time of about 10minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considered lucky as Jasmine waited for me at Khatib MRT, and that I wasn't late, and that nothing else bad happened on my run/brisk walk to school considering my already very bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well till Chinese lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Yulaoshi has something against people who are seated at the back today because she kept on aiming me &amp;amp; Jasmine + the group of people in front of us. And the first thing she did after coming into the classroom was to scold us because we took too long to settle down/kept on talking etc etc. But I can't exactly blame her, because 61 people is reallyyyyyyyy hard to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths was a roller coaster ride. It's like one moment Mrs Tan explain this thing, I'm so super happy because I understood it, and another moment I got lost again. Me, Qianhui and Wanteng are considering amaths tuition @ 888plaza with Jeremy, ZP and the others. But eh, I'm already busy enough, if I join tuition, I'll have no time left for rest &gt;:(. I hope I don't flunk inverse matrix. (dramatic sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL was fun though, had library period, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Very shiok, like 45minutes of free time like that. Spent a truckload of time looking for books though. Settled down at a table with Wanteng, Qianhui, Zhuangpeng, Jeremy and Shahin. ZP kept stuffing crumpled paper into his shirt and claiming that he has big chests. Gay, but super funny though. I miss 2E suddenly. To think all those (eg. ZP gaying around, them spraying perfume or whatnots into the air during class) used to be &lt;i&gt;more than normal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to CO room with the intention to do homework with Jasmine while waiting for Jamie, Ziyue &amp;amp; Jiaee to finish practicing longteng. Who knows when we reached CO room Yanxu the big 120kg meatball was doing his Nlevel art prep work there and we didn't have any more tables for us to do our homework ): But then eh, that meatball's art is actually quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my wallet before we went KFC @ northpoint for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went toilet &gt; realised my wallet's missing after coming out &gt; going back to check again &gt; retracing my steps back to the CO room to search for my wallet &gt; wasn't there &gt; asked the rest to ransack my bag for my wallet while I ran back to the classroom in hope that it might be left inside &gt; to no avail again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even toyed with the idea that I might have accidentally dropped it downstairs from the second storey because I thought I left my books (with my wallet on it) on the railing while I was trying to stop Jiaqing from throwing my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, they found it at the other side of the CO room, on top of my Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my wallet is on a strike against me. Sorry wallet, I'll treat you better! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went northpoint for lunch. My phone screwed up on me twice. It hanged and refused to function. BTW, Ziyue's addicted to a game on my phone called the crazy penguin whereby you shoot penguin through firehoops and get the penguins to kill polar bears. Damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm off to do SS homework now T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1154931706848718300?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1154931706848718300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1154931706848718300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1154931706848718300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1154931706848718300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/01/unlucky-day-today-even-though-school.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-330462103258822861</id><published>2010-01-03T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:57:39.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One last day before school reopens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new year resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;It's the 3rd of January already, but eh, at least I'm better than people who haven't made any right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2010, I want to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Find another Bleach fan who is a major IchiRuki fan so I can spazz with that person.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do my homework (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Grow taller.&lt;br /&gt;4) Improve. (Academic wise, character wise, sheng wise, well, you get it ;O)&lt;br /&gt;5) SHINJITERU!, Always keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In further detail:&lt;br /&gt;1) I've joined forums, communities everywhere for my oh-so-popular pairing and got to know fans from other parts of the world. Problem is, there happens to be none who I know in real life that I can fangirl with. Sure, I know other Bleach fans. But eh, Chenxi ships ByaRuki and Huailong isn't into the shipping fandom even though the two people I mentioned hates IchiHime as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Of course. Time to buck up. Sec 3 ain't the same as sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lets just say that with a height of 152cm, almost everyone you know towers over you. And that just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It just makes sense, you know :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Shinjiteru means believe. And this, does not only apply to DBSK anymore. Not only for DBSK, but for every problem and obstacle I encounter. In 2009 I gave up too many times and lost too much because I didn't believe, didn't keep the faith. I'll start by keeping the faith with my friends &amp;amp; myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-330462103258822861?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/330462103258822861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=330462103258822861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/330462103258822861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/330462103258822861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-last-day-before-school-reopens.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5864287333938358332</id><published>2010-01-02T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:51:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, 2010, welcome, 3E'10! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;I got bored of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was starting up my laptop this occured to me : "What're you going to do after starting up the laptop?"&lt;br /&gt;And then my face was like this &gt; O_O&lt;br /&gt;Other than going on facebook and playing random games, I have nothing left to do.&lt;br /&gt;Or nothing that interests me for the moment, that is.&lt;br /&gt;And just so Regina came online for that moment and entertained me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in two more days.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed feelings though.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like, I want to meet my new classmates and teachers, even though almost half of them were from 2E'09 and my form teacher has taught me before, but I'm not ready for a new atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Holiday Parade makes me high (&gt;8-D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;I'mma go find things to make myself occupied since Regina has abandoned me and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the sad truth is everytime you play like this, it makes me feel like it's my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5864287333938358332?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5864287333938358332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5864287333938358332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5864287333938358332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5864287333938358332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010-welcome-3e10-d-hooray-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-2649903489128930971</id><published>2009-12-31T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:37:45.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for being such a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;You have been an extraordinary year for me.&lt;br /&gt;You've given me all that I should ever ask for - Happy times, sad times, exciting times, hopeless times, nervous times, falling down, growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed it all, everything, the ups and the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've let me experienced things I've never felt before, feel different emotions for the first time ever, seriously, what else could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been more than awesome.&lt;br /&gt;CCHYCO, SYF, Gold with Honours, NZPSCCOMC, CCHYCO + FD concert '09, 2E'09, class chalet and every moment in between that made my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll miss so many things when this year is over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel extremely blessed, to have been in CCHYCO, an orchestra like no other, who has brought me lots of joy, regardless of what we're doing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To have been in 2E'09, where we have fun everyday together, whether it was making fun of each other, gossiping, fooling around or even getting scolded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not forgetting my more than super seniors and juniors who've done so much to me, my superb bunch of friends, my playful section and everyone else who's been there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a memorable year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably never forget you, especially if it's me, who likes to reminisce so much.&lt;br /&gt;They say your family will stick by you through ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;But 2009, what about you, who has given me all those precious moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;It sky rockets.&lt;br /&gt;Just look, you're gone so fast already. Now, there's only an hour left before you're gone from my life. Next year things will change so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not supposed to feel like that, I'm supposed to welcome 2010 with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;But for me who felt and experienced so many first-time things this year, it's hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like this during 2007 and I definitely didn't felt these during 2008 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, you've not only been a super duper uber fantastic year for me, you also mark the end of the decade - and the start of a new.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, for sure, as I said, I like to reminisce even though it sucks at times.&lt;br /&gt;But as Qianhui said, "&lt;u&gt;Nothing will be the best, because everything will be better&lt;/u&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Thank you, 2009, &lt;i&gt;for all the laughters, all the joy, all the tears, everything&lt;/i&gt;. I loved every moment there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farewell.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-2649903489128930971?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/2649903489128930971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=2649903489128930971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2649903489128930971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/2649903489128930971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-2009-thank-you-for-being-such.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8676628167568774435</id><published>2009-12-25T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:10:59.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, christmas is usually represented by the colours red and green.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY'RE BOTH MY FAVOURITE COLOURS! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seasons like this, even though I'm stuck at home while people go partying at Orchard and stuffs like that because I get tons of wishes and it makes me feel super happy. xD&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today to find my inbox already flooded with xmas wishes. Makes me happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is wonderful, but Christmas never fail to remind me time and again that the year is ending. 2009 has been a super year for me. Better than 2008, better than 2007. People always say "Merry Christmas and a Happy new year". But I'm rather reluctant to leave year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Been such a great year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, there're so many changes that I'll have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;One of them being the change in classes &amp;amp; teachers, another being this year's sec3s stepping down from CO.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry Christmasssssssss! :D&lt;br /&gt;Concert post is halfway done, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8676628167568774435?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8676628167568774435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8676628167568774435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8676628167568774435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8676628167568774435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/12/merryyyyyyyyyyyyy-christmasssssssssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8671747801206866786</id><published>2009-12-21T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:51:33.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK, I'M BACK, I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;From my first ever concert and the overnight stay in school full of fun with CCHYCO.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's over!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this might be the last performance with section suonasheng '09 and sec3's 09!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe all those days of practices and worrying that I'll screw up are gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will miss CO practices quite a lot after this even though I complained that I was tired and didn't want to continue at times. I have 6 months left with this year's sec3s before they step down after June next year. Without them, I think our atmosphere will change by quite a bit. Especially section suonasheng! D: &lt;i&gt;And then, there'll only be me, Jingwen, Chenxi left + our new juniors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to post about now.&lt;br /&gt;1, Edit chalet posts for photos&lt;br /&gt;2, NZP camp!&lt;br /&gt;3, Outing with chalet people @ Party world.&lt;br /&gt;4, Streaming results.&lt;br /&gt;5, Short lunch outing with clique @ Jack's place &lt;s&gt;&amp; new moon&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6, CCHYCO Dec camp '09.&lt;br /&gt;7, Pre-concert practices.&lt;br /&gt;8, CCHYCO + FD CONCERT '09!&lt;br /&gt;9, After the concert.&lt;br /&gt;10, Dedications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after tomorrow, there will be Chaoahboy's birthday to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there'll be no more excuses for me not to post.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I considered squeezing all of them into one post but eh, it'll get so super long that even I, myself will get scared of reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go celebrate Jiaee's birthday someday!&lt;br /&gt;Early Happy birthday, &lt;strong&gt;Darryl chaoahboy &amp; Jiaee pumpkin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziyue, wait longer :P&lt;br /&gt;Who tell you to be born on the last day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to/go:&lt;br /&gt;- 2E'09 CHALET AGAINNNNN! (Or at least the chalet group)&lt;br /&gt;- Clique chalet :O&lt;br /&gt;- Section suonasheng outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;- CO group outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that after I've been to my first ever chalet, I loved it so much that I want to go to/organise chalets again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT DBSK HISTORY IN JAPAN VOL. 4 WOOHOO I'M SO HAPPY WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;IT CONSISTS OF THEIR TOKYO DOME CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOLALA.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the year 2010 shows signs of many IchigoRukia moments in Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'mma happy fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SM entertainment sucks.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8671747801206866786?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8671747801206866786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8671747801206866786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8671747801206866786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8671747801206866786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-im-back-im-back-from-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4188217777464801038</id><published>2009-12-11T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:03:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;I'M EXTREMELY GUILTY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN A GOOD GIRL D:&lt;br /&gt;My laptop got confiscated for 5 days because my Papa caught me using it in the middle of one certain darrrrk darrrk midnight whereby y'all were happily snoozing away. But hey! I couldn't sleep so I crawled to my laptop and watched some shows. Who knows, my Papa woke up too and saw me using it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I finally got it back! I miss it so much ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't change my blogskin which I promised to do so before EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't upload the photos from the class chalet yet.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't post about either the NZP camp or the streaming results yet.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even scan in the neoprints with chalet people to my computer yet ._.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so extremely sorry D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eh, I'll post when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Which is, honestly, I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4188217777464801038?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4188217777464801038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4188217777464801038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4188217777464801038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4188217777464801038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-6077280000190288486</id><published>2009-11-24T21:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:40:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2e'09 class chalet, day1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WARNING: text heavy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2E'09 CLASS CHALET :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8nov(sun)-10nov(mon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;@ Coasta sands Pasir Ris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8Nov/Sunday. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FIRST DAY OF CLASS CHALET!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it's the first time I'm going to a chalet, so I felt damn swaku.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep the night before due to excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I remember waking up very early, at around 8 to check if I have everything I'll need for the chalet in my bag, bathe and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jasmine + Qianhui at 10am in CWP's KFC!&lt;br /&gt;Super excited can.&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast and counted the money we collected, called those people who have yet to pay to remind them to bring their money.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were still asleep when we called, since we're only supposed to meet at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us took our time, dilly dallied around, and finally decided to head off to north point @ around 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Since we had so much time, we took 169 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached northpoint at i-forgot-what-time.&lt;br /&gt;But since we were far away from 2pm, we took our own sweet time shopping for shampoos, shower and conditioner for 2e to use during the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui was being kiasu and loaned a trolley because our bags were super heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Then eh, the trolley was full of our bags instead of the things we're going to buy, super funny can!&lt;br /&gt;We kept looking for nice smelling ones and Jasmine kept saying "Eh like that very cool can, later the whole class smell the same!".&lt;br /&gt;And then Jasmine did something super stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She took one bottle of dettol's shower because she wanted to test the smell. Supposed to unscrew only the cap right, she went to unscrew the pressing thingy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pressing thingy cannot turn back already, damn paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like mad man.&lt;br /&gt;Then went on shopping for some other stuff like butter &amp;amp; aluminium foil for our BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Left northpoint at around 12.30 (?)&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Josiah and the others 1pm at Khatib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rest (Josiah, Minzhuang, Wanteng, Junli) have reached, we took 39 to whitesands.&lt;br /&gt;Then something stupid happened.&lt;br /&gt;Before we board the bus, Qianhui called the guys to ask where they were, since it was 1pm already and we were about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;The guys, who were at whitesands, thought that we were supposed to meet 1pm at coasta sands. Funny can! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So we took bus no. 39 to whitesands to meet the guys since we were still super far away from the check in time (2.30pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached whitesands, decided to watch the guys eat before we went coasta sands together.&lt;br /&gt;Another stupid thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine picked up Ceyong and Jeremy's bag and went: "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EH! THEY NEVER BRING CLOTHES ONE AH O_O WHY 3D2N THEIR BAG SO LIGHT ONE O_O. WTH!?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Huailong's ear got piercing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Super cool I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;We thought it was magnet initially :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys took their time and ate very slowly, so Qianhui suggested that we take the shuttle bus to coasta sands Pasir Ris first.&lt;br /&gt;They very bad can, cup noodles all those heavy stuffs ask us take there first ):&lt;br /&gt;But we left the shampoos with them, bwahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;Took shuttle bus and reached the Pasir Ris resort.&lt;br /&gt;Met Darryl, his mother and Junkai at the checking in area.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl's mama helped us check in since Mr Neo's away on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;Very nice right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026714885869426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRAFgEfz3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/jc-JsTFduoU/s320/13337_1259678286629_1069821665_822985_4996767_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The checking in area, near the swimming pools.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 5 of us (Me, Jasmine, Qianhui, Darryl, Junkai) went to the house first while waiting for the others to reach.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy super swaku, more swaku than me.&lt;br /&gt;He called us and asked "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EH, THE SHUTTLE BUS WHAT NUMBER UH?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;WTH, since when did shuttle bus have numbers! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So we went in to unpack first, and koped the bedroom upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Shiok lah, upstairs got aircon one!&lt;br /&gt;And the chalet has pink walls you know! Super cool.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; lamp! Made me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked and played while waiting for the rest to come.&lt;br /&gt;Then unpacked the stuffs we bought and put the food &amp;amp; drinks into the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;There's a table dedicated to just snacks and &lt;i&gt;I think it's super awesome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the time was free time for around 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Some stayed upstairs to play cards &amp;amp; laptops (amazingly, there's connection over there), some sat on the stairs and played PSP, some played the boardgames that Darryl brought over.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed upstairs to play cards &amp;amp; watch ZP use my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;We webcammed Corrina since she'll only be coming over on the second day and talked to Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie said she was sick D:&lt;br /&gt;Taught some of the guys how to play level up and we played together.&lt;br /&gt;ZP keep on levelling up and in the end, he lost.&lt;br /&gt;He had to tell Junli ILY, and it was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went biking with 2E at around 5pm &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026727321835522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRAGOZdmAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_XI20ZMmLSw/s320/DSC05443.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While walking to the bike-booking place, the guys saw this weird swinging thingy and tried to play with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026731909212834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRAGffLaqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qmZDYoOxJak/s320/DSC05445.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QIANHUI, ADVERTISING FOR SHAMPOOS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously fun man!&lt;br /&gt;For one whole hour, we loaned bikes and pedalled together around Pasir Ris park.&lt;br /&gt;There was once we rode into the lane for walking because it was closer to the sea and thus, cooler.&lt;br /&gt;2e rocks woohoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of us just acted like crazy dontknowwhats while riding our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it bonded us together more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how all of them started referring to that one small chalet apartment that belonged to us for 3 days as &lt;u&gt;Home&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel warm 8-D.&lt;br /&gt;2E people are damn quick at using showers and shampoos.&lt;br /&gt;Our washing stuffs we bought for them were almost half finished by the first night.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the swimming pool to watch Zhuangpeng, Jeremy and Joonweng swim.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl, Josiah &amp;amp; Junkai joined us soon after.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 swimmers kept trying to act cool, especially ZP.&lt;br /&gt;Damn gaoxiao.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl and Qianhui started playing songs from their phones and singing, so the 9 of us (Me, Jasmine, Qianhui, Junli, Minzhuang, Wanteng, Darryl, Junkai, Josiah) decided to bathe and go to eHub for dinner, kbox and arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419030164296951186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRDOSIL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tBBTjD4tEFA/s320/13337_1259676686589_1069821665_822979_7697682_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way to eHub, we saw this. I wanted to ride it! But they didn't want to ): &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went eHub and decided to eat subway.&lt;br /&gt;After ordering, Qianhui, Darryl and I had this weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm very hungry but I feel full &amp;amp; bloated and I feel like vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;So I started feeling rather unwell from then on D:&lt;br /&gt;Felt like vomitting every 3 steps I take.&lt;br /&gt;Very uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;Sent Minzhuang &amp;amp; Wanteng home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;So we sat outside kbox debating where to go after sending the 2 home because Josiah didn't want to go kbox and some of us didn't have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go for movies and come back in the next morning for kbox since it's cheaper in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought tickets for my girlfriend is an agent before going to arcade.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I started feeling really unwell D:&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll just vomit, faint and collapse if I took even a single step.&lt;br /&gt;So for the most part while they were playing arcade games, I was sitting on any place I could sit on and wait for them to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I told them I was okay after awhile and they didn't believe me &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;QH &amp;amp; Junli gave me free hugs &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, Junkai found this weird tapping game machine with &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIGBANG'S SONG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Made me revitalized already LOL.&lt;br /&gt;This is how big an impact Bigbang has on me ;X&lt;br /&gt;Then for the rest of the time before our movie starts, we just watched him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that I needed to call my Pa :O&lt;br /&gt;And it was around 11+/12 already, so I went out of the arcade to call my Pa.&lt;br /&gt;While I was calling my pa, this evil arcade worker closed the doors and locked me outside! D:&lt;br /&gt;Lucky the doors were transparent (and had holes) and I could still hear music since JK was playing to Bigbang's Haru Haru.&lt;br /&gt;And they were laughing at me cause I was locked outside! D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, felt awake after that already.&lt;br /&gt;We should have found that taping-game-machine-that-has-bigbang's-songs earlier.&lt;br /&gt;That way, I would have be alright much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Sad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest finally went out of arcade after watching JK play countless rounds of Haru Haru on the weird tapping machine, &amp;amp; I went to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take group photo but since it was late already, there's hardly anyone around.&lt;br /&gt;Then we found this nice family who happens to be going out of eHub and also happens to be willing to take pictures for us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026741656976114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRAHDzOevI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A8Vy1RSoTes/s320/13337_1259676766591_1069821665_822981_3423083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shot #1: Too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419028312210093570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRBiekRNgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lWiNdzv72F8/s320/13337_1259676806592_1069821665_822982_1858920_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shot #2: Success! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for movies afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is an agent rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Super nice and hilarious show.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl laughed until he was rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed until I had a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, superb movie!&lt;br /&gt;I rate it 5/5.&lt;br /&gt;Watching it with friends &amp;amp; 2E's people made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the movie, it was around 2.30am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;All of us were high already!&lt;br /&gt;Joked, talked and laughed on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;Then, me, Jasmine and Junli went upstairs to sleep once we got back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Must thank the guys who were actually sleeping on the bed and gave space to us when we reached.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for waking them up actually :/&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, they insisted that we sleep on the bed and they were re-energized after a short nap already.&lt;br /&gt;So we koped the bed while they went downstairs to watch TV/use laptop/play PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419030160975458034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRDOFwR7vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/60DL-OMle6Q/s320/13337_1259674926545_1069821665_822976_2630046_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guys at their favourite corner in the chalet: the staircase. They went there to PSP after we girls koped the room ;X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then eh, since more people started coming up to sleep, I slept on the floor instead since I am the only kiasu one who brought a sleeping bag along on day 1.&lt;br /&gt;Used ZP's bag as a pillow. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we all squeezed into the room until I slept on the floor to the right side of the bed, but it was so small that only one person can sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;Josiah, Qianhui, Jasmine, Darryl and Joonweng were the lucky ones who actually got to sleep on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, 5 people on 2 single beds combined together. Pro right ;P&lt;br /&gt;Shahin and someone else slept on the floor to the front of the bed, then some other guys slept on the mattress on the floor left side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep at around 3am I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026738447991682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRAG32JQ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Jxp3p2a6Pmg/s320/DSC05446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And somehow, IDK how, someone took a photo of my sleeping bag in the small corner where I was supposed to sleep. So yeah. It's here. :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE WITH PHOTOS COMPLETED! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-6077280000190288486?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/6077280000190288486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=6077280000190288486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6077280000190288486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6077280000190288486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/11/humansanimalsaliens-im-back-d-zomg-i.html' title='2e&apos;09 class chalet, day1!'/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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/_uDkvXbugjmE/SzRAFgEfz3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/jc-JsTFduoU/s72-c/13337_1259678286629_1069821665_822985_4996767_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750056587718703351.post-1342835907458049839</id><published>2009-11-24T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:11:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD AFTERNOON HUMANS/ANIMALS/ALIENS/WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;Believe me if I told you I came back from the best camp I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;North zone combined primary school chinese orchestra camp = &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days before the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this very often, but...&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS BEEN AN EVENTFUL MONTH, AND I COULDN'T BE ANY HAPPIER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;despite being sick D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the class chalet, then the streaming, then NZPSCCO camp, then the streaming results, then the news of DBSK performing as 5 together again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to sectional practice now and then I'll come back and flood you humans/animals/aliens with this month's happenings. With photos, if I can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1342835907458049839?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1342835907458049839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1342835907458049839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1342835907458049839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1342835907458049839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-afternoon-humansanimalsaliensworld.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8571480481051054915</id><published>2009-11-13T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:49:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 12.36am right now on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep because I just woke up from a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I feel super cold.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my fever doesn't come back, I want to go to CO tomorrow! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sniffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 days after the chalet but it doesn't feels like 2 days have gone by at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I was sleeping and sneezing and feeling duper miserable throughout the 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for Fangyi's pictures before I write about the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go lie down in bed now and hope I fall asleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fever, sorethroat, go away,&lt;br /&gt;come again another day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, don't come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, the floor's not tilted. I AM dizzy. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight/morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8571480481051054915?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8571480481051054915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8571480481051054915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8571480481051054915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8571480481051054915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3640949560098763525</id><published>2009-11-10T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:42:30.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I. R. SICKZX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, I'm back from 2e's class chalet and sick.&lt;br /&gt;(sniffs)&lt;br /&gt;I still had a fun time though, since I only became sick on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;(sniffs)&lt;br /&gt;I have a super bad sorethroat, a duper stuck (but running) nose and feel uber cold.&lt;br /&gt;My blanket and tissue papers are my best friends now.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3640949560098763525?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3640949560098763525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3640949560098763525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3640949560098763525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3640949560098763525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4683119892329557552</id><published>2009-11-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:57:21.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel damn insecure right now.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;So many what ifs, so little solutions.&lt;br /&gt;So much things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make a decision then regret it at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel like I've been wishing for something that was hopeless all along at the end.&lt;br /&gt;15 more days till the results.&lt;br /&gt;20November, don't come so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy to remain optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;There're so many different circumstances where ever we go.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same feeling as the below post.&lt;br /&gt;You know, how you'd like to sleep everything away, how you'd like to go to the sea and scream out loud and not care about what other people think anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Like sleeping will cure insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self :&lt;br /&gt;You submitted the fricken streaming form already. Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;You tried your best during the exams and chose what's best for you. Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;And so what if Jasmine, Jamie and the others won't be in the same class as you next year? Let it go too.&lt;br /&gt;You'll still have Regina and Qianhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP.&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS KEEP THE FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;Because, tomorrow comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4683119892329557552?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4683119892329557552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4683119892329557552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4683119892329557552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4683119892329557552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-damn-insecure-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4089462186180786553</id><published>2009-10-31T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:55:22.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Of not knowing where to go, what to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Of being pessimistic and making tons of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll fix what I did.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep the faith like I did with DBSK!&lt;br /&gt;Asu wa kuru kara (because tomorrow comes) - DBSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TKEN-v57CE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TKEN-v57CE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I believe, tomorrow will come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's not always easy to be optimistic and believe in tomorrow, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4089462186180786553?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4089462186180786553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4089462186180786553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4089462186180786553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4089462186180786553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-9003864180089969886</id><published>2009-10-17T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:23:57.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jiamin's recipe for a lazy Saturday afternoon: On the aircon, tell your parents you want to stay home for the afternoon, lock yourself inside the room and read fanfictions online like a good little kid 8D.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY 80TH POST AFTER LIKE, A YEAR! YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;I am just posting because Jasmine is posting and I am inspired to post (LOL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I've had a great week, minus the 2 hours of struggling during the science paper and the 2 hours my Ma actually &lt;u&gt;made me study chinese&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was horrible. Science paper. Ugh. Imagine - studying super hard for your papers, go into the classroom to take it, come out afterwards to realise you screwed the paper? No good. Not finishing it makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams on Tuesday, I went out with Jamie and Regina to watch Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs at CWP. It was awesome, but the crazy arcade playing afterwards was more awesome. We found this 3-player game at some isolated corner of the arcade in between of the Neoprints and the dance machine thingy. And it only costs $1 off my card per play :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the simple different coloured 9 buttons on the machine allowed me, Regina and Jamie to spend our afternoon and (about) $10 away on it.&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow our hands sure very pain one."&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, my shoulders were hurting like what the next day, but it was worth the fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went publicity talk rehearsal + sectionals during Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Tried persuading Jamie to come along but she just wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals was one of the most hardworking I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the best.&lt;br /&gt;Went to publicity talk in the morning. Then, to Regina's house at around 12.30 to change before heading off to Khatib MRT station to meet Jasmine &amp; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;I love going out with the 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;We trained to Bugis and talked a lot on the train.&lt;br /&gt;While Me &amp; Na ate lunch there, DoubleJ were looking at Bigbang's pictures and zooming in on them while Jasmine kept on commenting "SEE MY SEUNGRI VERY SHUAI RIGHT! HAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;Jamie likes doing that, I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;The fish and chips set Me and Na ate was super nice. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, Na became our tourguide since she was the only one familiar with the surroundings there.&lt;br /&gt;Na and Jamie bought identical spongebob shirts while Me and Jas bought domo ones.&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to wear it to class chalet :D&lt;br /&gt;We joked, ate, shopped, teased, had fun, talked and did everything we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all our legs were tired from the walking we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;While on train, this green little bug-like thingy flew and landed on the glass beside me. (raises hand in surrender for having sat on the priority seat)&lt;br /&gt;It scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the train ride to Yishun (it terminates there :O) I kept on watching the bug.&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting enough to have my limited attention span on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then while walking home, a thought strucked me: How much time do we really have left to be enjoying ourselves like that for we'll be seperated for sure the next year?&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and read Regina's blog.&lt;br /&gt;And started thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;More.&lt;br /&gt;And more.&lt;br /&gt;And more.&lt;br /&gt;And more.&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Maths paper and checked it for the first hour in school before going to CO room for publicity talk's rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;The performance itself was successful if compared to the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;Quite satisfied with the day's results, other than the fact that I just needed 3 more marks to score an A1 for maths.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope my results from the previous exams will be able to let me get an A1 eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all these, I suddenly look forward to next week's school on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, the fangirling section begins again now.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ICHIRUKI.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this week's chapter of Bleach is just so... FANTASTIC! SQUEE-WORTHY!&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fluff or anything of that sort, it's dark and angsty but still squee-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rukia-chan is just Rukia-chan, being able to read Ichigo and know that something's wrong in one look and all...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week's chapter just made me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;The people over at the Bleachness community on livejournal called it "dark yet beautiful".&lt;br /&gt;Kubo-sensei does indeed live up to his fan's name of the No.1 IchiRuki shipper in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, I need to go and play some msn games with Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Just so happens that we're both online and got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I finished 2 series of fanfictions today already so I don't feel like searching for more.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-9003864180089969886?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/9003864180089969886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=9003864180089969886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/9003864180089969886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/9003864180089969886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/10/jiamins-recipe-for-lazy-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1081064507408690326</id><published>2009-10-02T11:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:12:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the Literature paper.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;Super duper uber.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna take Lit next year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the essays! (they're easy to me, somehow.)&lt;br /&gt;The 2hours passed by like a breeze during the paper :O&lt;br /&gt;And then it's the weekends till Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Geog paper ._.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to take a nap, find my Ma for lunch, do my homework, then study.&lt;br /&gt;How hardworking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;From this point onwards, if you don't want to read about my fangirling and how awesome Fade to Black is, don't read 8)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WATCHED FADE TO BLACK. &lt;i&gt;two days ago &gt;.&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Bleach's third movie.&lt;br /&gt;Before one wonders what's so special about it, IT'S ICHIGORUKIA CENTRIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;KYAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pairing of all times xD&lt;br /&gt;And it's the first and only movie Kubo-sama put his effort in, took a part in planning the storyline and thought of the final scene's speech &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;CANON!&lt;br /&gt;The DVD of the movie was released on 30/10 and I watched it raw on the day itself because my stupid fangirl self was persistant on watching it :B&lt;br /&gt;BUT GAH! It was RAW! No subs! I could only understand like half of the movie with my limited knowledge of Japanese ):&lt;br /&gt;(I lied. I lied. I read the spoilers before. The full spoilers more than 10 times and memorised all the important quotes :3)&lt;br /&gt;So the Chinese subs one came a few hours later and &lt;b&gt;of course I went and rewatch it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch it again when the English subs come out.&lt;br /&gt;It's rather intense for a &lt;i&gt;Shounen movie&lt;/i&gt; what with those shaky voices, super touching scenes and all.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a satisfied fangirl now! :D&lt;br /&gt;The Ichigo vs Dark Rukia fight was so painful to watch, what with Rukia don't remembering Ichigo at all and Ichigo wanting Rukia to wake up + not wanting to fight her. (suppresses a fangirl squeal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morita-kun said "bring many tissues to the movie!"&lt;br /&gt;But I only used one piece ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Ichigo VS Dark!Rukia&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, dark Rukia is posessed here &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1KfqBq-Rew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1KfqBq-Rew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.Heh.Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Kubo &amp; the anime team did such a good job at planning the fight and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Ichi-kun's so emotional here.&lt;br /&gt;"RUKIA! NA, SOU DAROU, RUKIA!"&lt;br /&gt;"MEIO SAMASE, RUKIARGHHHHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we studied Bleach (or IchiRuki in particular) for Geography or Science I would have gotten an A for both by now. Too bad we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, Jaejoong &amp; Yoochun topped the Oricon charts with their song Melody &amp; Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma proud and happy fan today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1081064507408690326?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1081064507408690326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1081064507408690326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1081064507408690326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1081064507408690326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-literature-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-652326392674643632</id><published>2009-09-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:09:27.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually not supposed to be posting now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not even supposed to be touching the laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO!&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist posting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.O.P - To act like nothing's wrong (Live) @ Big Bang Great concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfYfLlB0Fe8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfYfLlB0Fe8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gets attacked by Jamie &amp; Regina for stealing "their" T.O.P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three reasons to love T.O.P:&lt;br /&gt;1) He is an awesome rapper. Too awesome. And although he hardly sings, his voice is super awesome when he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Excellent actor. To be able to put so much emotion into a song and act like he's fliming and MV during a live performance makes me speechless. To be able to sing as if he's crying. To be able to drop to ground, kneel and roll around like he's in pain (even when it's just acting :O). OMONA TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He's very very very very cool. Beyond expression. Look at that part he smash the telephone booth (and psssssh, the smoke comes out :D)! Oh angsty angsty angsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YG must be really rich though. To let T.O.P use a telephone booth for his performance and let him destroy it at the beginning of the song.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have a bad thing with those Korean fans. Korean fans tend to judge a band based on their looks but not their talents and they can be crazy sometimes. They hold too much grudges. Just look at that 2PM incident. Evil korean netizens forced 2PM's leader out of his own band just because of a mistake he made, what, 2 to 3 years ago? What kind of logic is that? Therefore this superfangirl (points to self) is glad that DBSK and Bigbang went to further their career in Japan. I adore Japan fans. Entertainment industry's not all about looks. If no talent's present, they might just as well forget about debuting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I AM BECOMING LIKE ZIYUE!&lt;br /&gt;Posting a 100% no life, fangirlish post LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And posting a video per post.&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/PS: It's 10:09 now. I'm supposed to be getting ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Good night! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-652326392674643632?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/652326392674643632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=652326392674643632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/652326392674643632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/652326392674643632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-actually-not-supposed-to-be-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1721857971556454335</id><published>2009-09-13T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:49:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And how long have I not updated?&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how will tomorrow go.&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.30 but I'm still not tired.&lt;br /&gt;Pa's asking me to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post once for now.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe give life back to this little blog after end of year exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to do after exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cut hair&lt;br /&gt;2) Finish watching All About TVXQ from season 1 to 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Start working on my IchigoRukia fanfiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Go iceskating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Go to EE-zeronine's class chalet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Buy at least one of Bigbang's album&lt;/b&gt; That's the least a fan can do to support her favourite band, no?&lt;br /&gt;7) Many many many more outings with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) Sign up the ONETVXQ forums, become an active poster and participate in at least one major project&lt;/b&gt; Always keep the faith, cassiopeians! 5-1=0! Saranghae DBSK oppas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more on my mind. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Those bolded are those I really want to go to/happen.&lt;br /&gt;I have got an idea for a long fanfiction for some time now and my love for the IchiRuki pairing never made it easier for me to resist writing it.&lt;br /&gt;So to prevent writer's block or anything, I'll just jot down the rough storyline and really work on it after EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I really don't want to change class and move to a totally different surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;Despite how we always appear to be, I really adore 2e's laidback and fun atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I love DBSK?&lt;br /&gt;JAECHUN FTW WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7JDXE5Hsjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7JDXE5Hsjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly calming/soothing and addictive, especially if listening while watching the MV.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if they were asked to sing for some weird Hello Kitty's anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1721857971556454335?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1721857971556454335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1721857971556454335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1721857971556454335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1721857971556454335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/09/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-802503938873365362</id><published>2009-07-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:41:16.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's so emotionally draining.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Blogskin's almost up though :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, short post.&lt;br /&gt;Will update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow has 4 straight periods of Ms Goh.&lt;br /&gt;Better do her homework or it's ZOMGWTFBBQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-802503938873365362?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/802503938873365362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=802503938873365362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/802503938873365362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/802503938873365362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-so-emotionally-draining.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-9128447347652678807</id><published>2009-07-01T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:30:16.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLLLLLLLLO WORLD :D&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTED ALREADY! &lt;i&gt;three days ago &gt;.&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in holiday mood though.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to enjoy my second semester.&lt;br /&gt;I think the new teachers are not bad.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start handing up my homework on time from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I think I really will become a good student this time round (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's just started and I have &lt;u&gt;FOUR&lt;/u&gt; major projects on hand. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 1&lt;/span&gt;: IPW (almost done, left with summary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 2&lt;/span&gt;: Shuangwenhua (500 essay and a 3000word one coming soon. I don't feel like doing. What's more, it's a Chinese project, and my chinese sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 3&lt;/span&gt;: Mrs Ng's pyramid-net-model making thingy. Paired with Jasmine. Marks counted as a test -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 4&lt;/span&gt;: CLOVES2/CME project. On what neighbour stuff. And we only have one month to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School seems okay so far though.&lt;br /&gt;No trouble for this term yet :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found the resolve to do my homework (for real this time).&lt;br /&gt;I actually did my homework on Monday and Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do later too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-school outings these day are fun with Jasmine, Jamie, Regina, Ziyue and Yurou! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went Northpoint on Monday (without Regina), ate Yoshinoya &amp; went library for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid machine doesn't allow me to pay my fines, thus I had to use the extra space in Jamie's card to borrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Northpoint again on Tuesday with everyone stated above. Ate Delifrance. Weilaoshi was in the area so he came to find us. LOL, long time no see and talk. Then we took him around Northpoint for a 'trail'. Regina being random Regina went into an Adidas shop out of a sudden because she was tempted to look at watches :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went Sembawang shopping center (without Jasmine) and ate subway. We actually wanted to eat subway for Monday and Tuesday, but the stupid, small and squeezy subway at Northpoint had so little space -.-&lt;br /&gt;I love their cookies and bacons! x)&lt;br /&gt;Crapped a lot about how Ziyue is the maid, Zannah, I am the family cat which is not allowed to run away and Regina is our owner.&lt;br /&gt;And about ZY's "OOOH~" before she stops laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie's burger looked like it was about to burst any moment because she told the counter person to add all the type veggies for her :O&lt;br /&gt;Went Comics Connection after that and fangirled for &lt;i&gt;a while&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hate entering CC nowadays, because there's so many things that I can only see and touch, am tempted to bring home, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;I need to save money and buy DBSK or Bigbang's merchandise to feed my hungry fangirl side someday.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to MOF where Regina, Ziyue and Yurou ate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie did her homework while I read my book and all of us were crapping throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Yurou is a zibi that likes to take people's unglam photo and looks very zibi when eating her ice cream like a zibi! (Summary : She is a zibi.)&lt;br /&gt;Then, she suddenly grabbed her bag and pulled out a bunch of stuffs that she bought back when she went back to China.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, random! And talked about how the loud 'clang' sound made when the plastic of Yurou's gift was put on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PS: A jealous Jamie is a Jamie that is irritated, will ignore people and makes a lot of mistakes. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took shuttle bus to Khatib MRT and went home :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, music lessons will be taught by sec2 CO members after the 4th week (I think) and I haven't started learning Zhongruan yet since there will be no guanyue for the teach-your-own-class thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, I want to cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;Short as in very short.&lt;br /&gt;Short as in cannot-tie short.&lt;br /&gt;Short as in Corrina's hair length short.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of getting a concave. (Not now, maybe during late August. Yeap, it's a long time away.) &lt;br /&gt;Regina recommends that I keep my hair long though.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'll change my blogskin soon. (LOL, for the nth time I'm saying this, but it's still not done.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost my interest in blogging ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing before I end off this post:&lt;br /&gt;Bigbang's new song "GARA GARA GO!!" is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;It is super catchy and I think that it's nicer than Emotion, also released recently.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I still think they've gotta work on their Japanese pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;By far, I think both Bigbang and DBSK can pull of any genre of song, but they still sing better in Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-9128447347652678807?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/9128447347652678807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=9128447347652678807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/9128447347652678807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/9128447347652678807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/07/helllllllllo-world-d-schools-started.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8004675854080646678</id><published>2009-06-04T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:36:59.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for my rather packed schedule for the first 2 weeks or my holidays would have been uber boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days were somewhat fun/entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Had sectionals yesterday and saw a bat hanging onto a the light outside girls toilet on the 2nd level.&lt;br /&gt;Saw it first when Jamie brought me there.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went back to the corridor outside CO room and brought Jingwen, Juinying and Ziqin to see it.&lt;br /&gt;We deemed it a Japanese bat and named it Ohaiyo-san :D&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Note: Ohaiyo means 'Good morning' in Japanese, but bats are nocturnal, and the one we saw was wide awake in broad daylight, thus the name, Ohaiyo-san.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to like Juinying and followed her direction when she moved :O&lt;br /&gt;The bat was super cute and it was our main source of entertainment majority of the time during yesterday's sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Juinying even had a speech in Japanese for the bat.&lt;br /&gt;It goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohaiyo-san! (Bat's "name")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watashiwa Juinying-chan. (I am Juinying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aishiteru deska! (I love you a lot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suki... Juinying des? (Do you like Juinying?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The bat had no reaction so we scolded it words like&lt;br /&gt;"BAKA!"&lt;br /&gt;"TAWAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;"URUSAI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bat still had no reaction ._.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we came to a conclusion that it was not a "Japanese bat" like we had said, so we went on trying other languges :D&lt;br /&gt;(Little kids who are reading this (if any), don't be misunderstood. We were just playing around. Bats can only hear high-pitched sounds that we, humans can't even hear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after failing time and again to get the bat's attention, we left it alone and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it is still there when I return school tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;Fat hope, but still...&lt;br /&gt;OHAIYO-SAN ROCKS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8004675854080646678?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8004675854080646678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8004675854080646678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8004675854080646678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8004675854080646678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1272319715905981191</id><published>2009-05-28T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:43:15.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel good today.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid results.&lt;br /&gt;Ruined my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, class position 16.&lt;br /&gt;But what's so great about it?&lt;br /&gt;Overall percentage is just a mere 65.6%.&lt;br /&gt;You call that good?&lt;br /&gt;Bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1272319715905981191?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1272319715905981191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1272319715905981191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1272319715905981191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1272319715905981191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-feel-good-today.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7007701048451418540</id><published>2009-05-11T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:45:51.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.&lt;br /&gt;It's monday today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's English pp2.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;Bought the same old mango cake for my Ma :D&lt;br /&gt;She likes it, so it's good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a very quizzy period since everyone is tagging everyone else with those blogger quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz one;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Eeching Abuneh &amp; Qianhui bird friend/JIPOING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Besides your lips, where is your favourite to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;KISS MY HAIR, YO!&lt;br /&gt;No, I was just kidding. Cheeks, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the sound of my house phone ringing. It rang at 8am so it got me pissed off. I was thinking "HEY! TODAY'S A RARE DAY I GET TO SLEEP LATE!" and with that, I went back to sleep again. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who was the last person you took picture with?&lt;br /&gt;My Ma, yesterday during mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you consider to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;A little, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely no, because&lt;br /&gt;1) WO PA TONG D:&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate needles. They freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;3) The sight of massive blood scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you have a good friend of a opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;HEY! NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE LABELED AS A MURDERER!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What does your last text message says?&lt;br /&gt;"U pig lah. So late still sleeping." from Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what it means by "A Pig calling a human Pig".&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;HUH. How to answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you wish someone was with you now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I want to see Jasmine right now so I can "Pig" her.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.When did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;11pm. I was reading a book happily when my Pa stuck his head inside my room and said "SLEEEEEEP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Where did you buy your t.shirt that you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;IDK O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Refer to question 10.&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking about how to "PIG" her.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, she already IS a pig.&lt;br /&gt;OINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who was the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;See question 8.&lt;br /&gt;Was Jasmine the Pig, still Jasmine the Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.People tagged to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Aye, random lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jasmine the Pig&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamie jaMEHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;3. Junli BAD CHILLI&lt;br /&gt;4. Fangyi chaota&lt;br /&gt;5. Corrina Chiobu&lt;br /&gt;6. Ziyue don't need to exercise&lt;br /&gt;7. Zhuangpeng Olivia&lt;br /&gt;8. Yurou fishmeat&lt;br /&gt;9. Darryl ACTTALL&lt;br /&gt;10. Huailong ACTCUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who is number 2 (Jamie) having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;:O, Whaley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Is 3 (Junli) a female/male?&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE LAH LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.If 7 (Zhuangpeng) and 10 (Huailong) gets together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. CHAOS AH. One turgid and one act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is 1 (Jasmine) studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Traffic light language + how to photosynthesize.&lt;br /&gt;She's a plant, y'know. She needs sunlight to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Is 4 (Fangyi) single?&lt;br /&gt;Her lovelife very long, very hard to keep track lah.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Say something bout 5 (Corrina).&lt;br /&gt;Veryvery chio. But she's already taken by her xiaozhang. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What do you think of 3 (Junli) and 6 (Ziyue) together?&lt;br /&gt;HUH. LOL. Craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Describe 9 (Darryl).&lt;br /&gt;Act tall lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What will you do if 6 (Ziyue) and 7 (Zhuangpeng) fight?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other O_O&lt;br /&gt;But if it's verbal, ZY will win.&lt;br /&gt;If it's physical, they will draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Do you like 8 (Yurou)?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA CHILDISH.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I love to eat fishmeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz 2:&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Darryl act tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you could change your name, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't want to change my name D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think you are good-looking?&lt;br /&gt;A: IDK. Ask my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you taken or single?&lt;br /&gt;A: Single larrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you happily taken or single?&lt;br /&gt;A: HAPPILY SINGLE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;A: O_O White?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have a special preference for colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think the world is round or flat?&lt;br /&gt;A: As round as Jasmine. Maybe rounder than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Spongebob or Patrick?&lt;br /&gt;A: SPONGEBOB. Since its Junli. If I said I prefer patrick, she would disown me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Chuckie or Tommy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Tom-ie. I ain't biased. So, Chuckie x Tommy! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Pooh or Eeyore? Or Baby Pooh?&lt;br /&gt;A: BUNNY LARRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Black or white?&lt;br /&gt;A: Grey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who are your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nobody :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;A: Spiderman?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, it's my Domo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: My Ma O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who was the last person who hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: My Ma! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who was the last person that you told I Love You?&lt;br /&gt;A: My Ma again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the person who you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;A: THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the one thing that brightens the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;A: The sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you went on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;A: LAST NOVEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;TAIWAN TRIP YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who was the last person to annoy you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Against or for gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;A: FOR. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Bush or Kerry?&lt;br /&gt;A: Obama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Against or for abortion?&lt;br /&gt;A: Against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 people to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;A: Jasmine,Jamie,Ziyue,Yurou,Fangyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY DONE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, I am still disappointed for screwing maths.&lt;br /&gt;So much for being confident before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7007701048451418540?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7007701048451418540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7007701048451418540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7007701048451418540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7007701048451418540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/05/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4758798755644825867</id><published>2009-05-08T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:34:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/And I'll be distant as stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Decoy - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths and Chinese paper down.&lt;br /&gt;Maths screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;Class E4 dream dashed.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should aim to go course E3 like Jamie and Regina :/&lt;br /&gt;But I want to take Core Geog.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, what's best to do now is to aim for E4, do my best and see the end results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll do well for Maths.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I felt that I've let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Mas Selamat's caught.&lt;br /&gt;H1N1's most likely gone and SG is probably safe.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Selamat is probably going to use some stupid toilet trick to escape again.&lt;br /&gt;But that requires time.&lt;br /&gt;So, peace for now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking too much these few days and here's the deal;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;In my work, in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is just an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, there's no reason for laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Ask myself, ask my conscious, ask my heart, ask my soul.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason.&lt;br /&gt;So why?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing these things that disappoint me and the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;Again, no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't bother?&lt;br /&gt;No, that's an excuse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I really don't understand what's going on in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Much less the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's like a blur these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Really, seriously, I need to get a grip on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then, it's what they call - easier said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pessimistic nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{But I really need to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4758798755644825867?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4758798755644825867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4758798755644825867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4758798755644825867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4758798755644825867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-ill-be-distance-as-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8672164862153450614</id><published>2009-05-03T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:06:21.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LANGUAGE PAPER 1 DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was so-so, but I SCREWED MY ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wrote the wrong format for situational and I didn't elaborate my points for expository enough ):&lt;br /&gt;THEY DIDN'T GIVE NARRATIVE THIS YEAR BECAUSE IT'S NOT COMING OUT DURING THE O'LEVELS!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;Narrative essays are my best.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote narrative ever since I-don't-know how long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been satisfied with myself these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I completed 7 Maths test paper in total since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;BOHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3 of them are Mrs Ng's homework.&lt;br /&gt;Another 4 are bought by my Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my confidence for maths is veryyyyy high :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I gotta work hard for science.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, stupid Bio.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get anything into my mind :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't finish my Home economics coursework yet.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid 20 pages.&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish them by today and hand up to Pan by tomorrow or else my Home Ec. is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;WORK HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WORK HARD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WORK HARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit @ 6.01PM.&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished (again) since for once, I completed most of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Most, because I left one of my science worksheet and my science workbook in class.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that I hate Home Economic courseworks.&lt;br /&gt;And I am also looking forward to second semester.&lt;br /&gt;Geography and Literature! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sure sure, many people find History and Home Economics fun, but I HEART LIT. I HEART GEOG. :D&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know how to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Neither do I know what to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Something is wrong with the world and my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know. Am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because I want something more, but I'm too afraid to take the first step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8672164862153450614?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8672164862153450614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8672164862153450614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8672164862153450614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, but I'm still addicted to Paramore after so long (:&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people associate Paramore with Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;For one, the Twilight movie failed big time but Paramore's a more-than-awesome band.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they recorded the damned Decode.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great song, yeah, but when people associate it with Twilight, it kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downgraded&lt;/span&gt; the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the start of MYE!&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte, the second final lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;I've been easily motivated all the while, but I have no idea what got into me this year.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to even get me focussed.&lt;br /&gt;I had put so much effort in CO, put in my best.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I do it for my studies too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER TO SELF;&lt;br /&gt;English essay; 1) Don't make the descriptive into narrative!&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't contradict your point in the expository!&lt;br /&gt;3) REMEMBER THE FORMAT FOR SITUATIONAL!&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to score not-bad for English, provided that I don't screw my situational.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese's not a worry too, except for yin1 yong4 wen2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER THE DAMN FORMAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have not even started trying my best, and its the midyears already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Conflicts, conflicts, conflicts everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why can't we just forget each other's flaws?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5346313605333498442?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5346313605333498442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5346313605333498442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5346313605333498442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5346313605333498442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-that-you-left-before-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-42519795994780059</id><published>2009-04-25T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:22:48.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYEs are coming in 2 week's time and I realise I haven't started revising or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are still rushing the topics.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think that MYEs are very early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Jasmine's birthday is coming in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I've got a surprise for her (smiles widely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-42519795994780059?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/42519795994780059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=42519795994780059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/42519795994780059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/42519795994780059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people-hello-people-hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8009219562563453567</id><published>2009-04-21T20:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:17:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CCHYCO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heizozo, till the end :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a day late, but, ah, who cares :D&lt;br /&gt;Just treat this post as 20thApril's.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, 20thApril is a special day, one where we CCHYCO mark our first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:200%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;GOLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the SYF central judging competition 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to look back, 5 years later, 10 years later, and remember what a proud CO member I was on that day, and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of a new journey instead.&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, I want to leave the Singapore Conference Hall after SYF with no regrets, like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back, right to the beginning of the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep much, as I was super excited.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, woke up with a determination : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going to leave SCH with no regrets no matter what. I will do my best, all those months of efforts and the things that I have learnt throughout would not be wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went preparing and all and sat in Jamie's papa car to school.&lt;br /&gt;Mood from excited changed to determined and a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid I would screw up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many people upon reaching school, and was exchanging good lucks and boosting each other's confidence level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must haolian! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence level was boosted from 100% to 200%!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, a little too exaggerative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran through the songs twice, and felt more assured than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Set off to SCH after that.&lt;br /&gt;Was closing my eyes and motivating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no point in a competition if all we want is to win. There is only meaning when we defeated ourselves, did ourselves and everyone else proud and enjoyed the process of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and waited in the SCH for our turn to go inside the tuning room to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Heard the Northwest suite No.1 by ACS.&lt;br /&gt;They were good and I got more nervous after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finally our turn to go on stage, I realised that I am no longer nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I had an indescribable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how to phrase it out.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda, hm, confidence?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted then was to perform both our pieces and enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Perform, not play.&lt;br /&gt;There's a significant difference in both terms, but most people don't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to enter the hall, I was holding my 笙管 high proudly and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I had put in as much emotions from the heart as I could, and I didn't screw up.&lt;br /&gt;Was really pleased when Song of Cicada ended.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that our bar 80 onwards was damn touching.&lt;br /&gt;I had closed my eyes for an instance and I felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the emotions of the song, and I finally understood what Zhaolaoshi said during our Saturday rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;“当你们在奏时，我感觉我好像在和你们一起画一幅画似的。你们的音乐有很多感情，和以前比起，成熟多了。”  -Zhaolaoshi (:&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understood what he really meant.&lt;br /&gt;Drawing and painting a picture perfect with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;We're an Orchestra, where Zhaolaoshi is our artist, where we're his brushes, pencils, paints, inspirations and the judges are there to hear us tell the story of our perfect picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northwest suite No.4 - Stone-slab waist drums (西北组曲第四乐章-石板腰鼓） came after that.&lt;br /&gt;Had to 培养情绪 and change how we feel real quick.&lt;br /&gt;Put in all my energy into playing Shi Ban Yao Gu.&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;Really great.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Zhaolaoshi smiling and I knew we did it.&lt;br /&gt;He conducted as if he were dancing, all relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;Shouted the Heizozo with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the stage vibrating, the impact of the percussion solo was so great.&lt;br /&gt;The whole CO shouted so loudly that even us ourselves were surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I loved how awesome we sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance ended, and again, had the indescribable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Zhaolaoshi was patting all of our heads with the word "棒！".&lt;br /&gt;Saw many people crying.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda understand why, since I myself wanted to cry a few times too. (BOHAHAHA, I HELD BACK THE TEARS :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school afterwards and helped the dragonboaters keep our instuments back to the CO room.&lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride back, I was reflecting and felt really really proud of being in CCHYCO.&lt;br /&gt;Section. SUONASHENG 唢呐笙 ROCKS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, chionged back to SCH to listen to our results.&lt;br /&gt;Had no tickets, so me and Jasmine sneaked in between the time where a school ends and another school starts.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to other schools performing before the final verdict.&lt;br /&gt;Zhanglaoshi said that Mr.Ong smsed back twice despite having a meeting in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges then discussed for around 45minutes before the final verdict came.&lt;br /&gt;I was so very nervous D:&lt;br /&gt;Then they said it:&lt;br /&gt;华乐团5 - 中正义顺华乐团&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra 5 - Chung Cheng High School (Yishun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;荣誉金&lt;br /&gt;Gold with Honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it!&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of us, CCHYCO.&lt;br /&gt;I started jumping about and cheering after I heard the word 荣.&lt;br /&gt;We were like, SUPER HIGH :D&lt;br /&gt;I've never cheered, screamed, clapped so hard in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so proud of CCHYCO.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt so proud to be a member of it.&lt;br /&gt;That sense of satisfaction is indeed, irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took group photos everywhere as soon as we, CCHYCO stepped out of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;SUONASHENG took with Liulaoshi beside his SCO picture! :D&lt;br /&gt;Did three cheers like crazy, for every section, every teacher, every school, everything we could think of.&lt;br /&gt;Thought we were the high-est of the 3 GwH schools that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner / celebration with SECTION.SUONASHENG &lt;3 at Lao Pa Sat /laobasha.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Home after that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever reminisce, I want this day to be part of my reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside, the significance of this day.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/PS, it's Friday, 24th April today.&lt;br /&gt;I completed this post 3 days ago on Tuesday, 21st April,&lt;br /&gt;one day after our SYF, 20th April.&lt;br /&gt;This shows how lazy and forgetful I can actually be.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Pa was telling me to off my comp and go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;since I was posting at night, but I wanted to finish writing first.&lt;br /&gt;So, I finish typing that long chunk above at I-don't-know-what-time.&lt;br /&gt;That explains my, er, weird phrasing of words and bad language.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely tired after I finished typing and thus, I just saved it (with my mind half-awake) and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And note, I'm editing like, 10+ now, so I am STILL extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel so free now that CCAs have stepped down for MYEs.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it feels empty without all the teacher's care and hiong CO SYF practices.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I miss CO a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only know the importance of stuffs in our life when they're not present, don't we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8009219562563453567?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8009219562563453567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8009219562563453567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8009219562563453567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8009219562563453567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/cchyco-i-love-you-heizozo-till-end.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8334754121183946950</id><published>2009-04-12T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:26:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;I fell down the escalators of Causeway point last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Now my ankle hurts like shit and I won't tell my ma.&lt;br /&gt;I am damn scared of those scary chinese physicians she might bring me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, 6 sprains in a month, on the same ankle.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who is more awesome than me?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8334754121183946950?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8334754121183946950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8334754121183946950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8334754121183946950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8334754121183946950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3205629337001385814</id><published>2009-04-09T14:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:27:08.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPORTS DAYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Green house got second.&lt;br /&gt;We jumped from the last to first!&lt;br /&gt;But we were overtaken by blue house as they got extra 10points for cheering.&lt;br /&gt;Was more boring than last year's.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping / walking to the blue house's area / cheering / singing with Qianhui most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I slept throughout the final prize giving and no one disturbed me O_O&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea how long I slept though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super fatigued now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just slacking around or sleeping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3205629337001385814?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3205629337001385814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3205629337001385814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3205629337001385814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3205629337001385814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-dayyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7399980129256850908</id><published>2009-04-08T19:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:27:29.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh. Meow. I sprained my ankle the 4th time this month.&lt;br /&gt;Should have heeded Corrina's advice and not do sports till it was healed.&lt;br /&gt;Now my leg hurts like hell and I can't turn it left or right.&lt;br /&gt;It gets real pain if I walk too much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BRING PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;Taken last Sunday when we [Me, Jamie, Jasmine, Regina] went Corrina's house to do the CLOVES 2 project.&lt;br /&gt;All people in the photos are named from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyKeotWmHI/AAAAAAAAADI/_0wjfjBniXQ/s1600-h/P050409_16.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyKeotWmHI/AAAAAAAAADI/_0wjfjBniXQ/s400/P050409_16.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322281118573434994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo of 5: Jamie, Regina, Me, Corrina, Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;We are high.&lt;br /&gt;We are unglam.&lt;br /&gt;We don't care :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyLEnJSoTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F0emOA6HkfU/s1600-h/P050409_17.06%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyLEnJSoTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/F0emOA6HkfU/s400/P050409_17.06%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322281770988773682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrina (top left), Me (bottom), Regina (top right).&lt;br /&gt;I look damn white here and I can see my pimples ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyLekkoWaI/AAAAAAAAADY/zeWsIjrLkKs/s1600-h/P050409_17.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyLekkoWaI/AAAAAAAAADY/zeWsIjrLkKs/s400/P050409_17.07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322282216974735778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello pigs :D&lt;br /&gt;Corrina (top), Regina (Middle), Me (Bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyMMEHXZiI/AAAAAAAAADg/nXIzdrtD2vk/s1600-h/P050409_17.07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyMMEHXZiI/AAAAAAAAADg/nXIzdrtD2vk/s400/P050409_17.07%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322282998536037922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back row: Corrina, Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Front row: Me, Regina.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see my twist though and I was resting my head on R's hand/shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyNRmX_CjI/AAAAAAAAADo/QSLTDjLOKDU/s1600-h/P050409_17.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyNRmX_CjI/AAAAAAAAADo/QSLTDjLOKDU/s400/P050409_17.08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322284193143523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hearts this picture {:&lt;br /&gt;REGINAWONG AIKAWA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I look white and R looks black ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Has more photos, but will post next time.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's sports day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope green house ain't last again this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12MOREDAYS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7399980129256850908?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7399980129256850908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7399980129256850908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7399980129256850908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7399980129256850908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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/_uDkvXbugjmE/SdyKeotWmHI/AAAAAAAAADI/_0wjfjBniXQ/s72-c/P050409_16.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8750056587718703351.post-6223525564167376400</id><published>2009-04-04T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:26:28.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oyasuminasai, minna-san {:&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: good night, everyone)&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from Queenstown and ordering of the class tee.&lt;br /&gt;People who went: Me, Jamie, Corrina, Regina, Qianhui, Yanzhang, Huailong, Liren, Darren, Shahin, Junkai, ron.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Qianhui and Corrina at admiralty MRT @ 12.30pm first.&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui and me alighted at Khatib while Corrina went for her tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yanzhang (maomao) and Huailong (cong),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MaomaoCong brothers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at platform.&lt;br /&gt;(forgot how many trains passed by)Then, Liren, Shahin and Darren came.&lt;br /&gt;Shahin wore until damn casual and Darren had weird pants.&lt;br /&gt;Liren, Huailong and Yanzhang looked like they were from the secret society.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Regina came.&lt;br /&gt;Her phone was fab lah.&lt;br /&gt;I want! D:&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ron came and we took the next next train after confirming that Adamant wasn't coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapped around at the train ride.&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui said Yanzhang's butt was big :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I agree on that, though ;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a photo of Yanzhang's zilian and Huailong's disfigured face and someone (forgot who) has a photo of Shahin's super disfigured face which looks damn funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Queenstown and took a bus to Queensway shopping center to have lunch (Me, Regina, Huailong, Yanzhang).&lt;br /&gt;Liren, Darren and Shahin went to walk around, looking for supplier shops.&lt;br /&gt;Ron actually wanted to eat lunch too, but we were eating Mac, thus he was super "health-conscious" and wanted to eat laksa below.&lt;br /&gt;So, Qianhui accompanied him and it's left with the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Huailong has weird taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;He added sugar into his nuggets and fries, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jamie called me and said that her father is gonna drive her so that she could meet us.&lt;br /&gt;So, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Me and Regina kept saying that if Yanzhang put maomao for his nickname, and Huailong put cong for his, then them joint together = caterpillar (maomaocong)!&lt;br /&gt;YZ eat his McSpicy until cry :P&lt;br /&gt;After that, Liren and others came back and said that there were many shops that supply class tees, so we went to one that was nearest to Mac first.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn pissed with the uncle, as he ignored us, said we were troublesome, changed our designs until damn messy and increased the price from $13 to $20 and ordered us to pay half of the price by the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;Went to 2-3 more shops and the uncle all give us attitude -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, decided to go back Mac and write down all the nicknames of the people since I forgot to bring the paper with everyone's nickname -_-&lt;br /&gt;JK came after that.&lt;br /&gt;Yanzhang and Liren was so pissed by the shop uncle's attitude and I felt super guilty for not bringing the paper.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like the whole world was pissed with me for not bringing and its my freaking fault :/&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some people know what happened afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Then, HL said something like : 你们先走，我等她哭完先。&lt;br /&gt;WTF, then I cried even more :/&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway for the 'chills' and 'relaxes', everyone :O&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jamie came and I accompanied her to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie FTW :D&lt;br /&gt;The rest went to the supplier that 2F went to while I accompanied Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Darren, Ron and Shahin came to find us saying that "there a lot depressing aura, very heated and a lot arguments".&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I did the wrong decision by calling Regina while I was still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Kupped her phone, gomen-ne.&lt;br /&gt;So, they settled the class tee thing already and we decided to shop our own ways before meeting in front of mac in an hour's time to go home together.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, me and Jamie walked around for half an hour and for the rest of the half an hour, we bought cup corns and sat at the stairways near mac and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, just talk.&lt;br /&gt;Shared some things and finally lifted a load off me.&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy :D&lt;br /&gt;And now, Jamie's new mission is to stop Jiaee spreading the *****n thing without telling her the reason.&lt;br /&gt;*grins widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took a double deck bus to Dhoby Ghaut MRT station which jammed at around Orchard area.&lt;br /&gt;All of us actually wanted to take a group photo on the bus, but didn't have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone talked about random topics which some made no sense at all, but we still did enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;My head is smaller than Qianhui's!&lt;br /&gt;We both tried on JK's hat and Qianhui made the hat bigger while I still had a lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;Alighted the bus, me and Regina took balloons! :D&lt;br /&gt;I took Blue and she took Orange.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Orange though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of us minus Corrina and Ron took the train on the red line home.&lt;br /&gt;Regina, being the random Regina, heard the "please stand behind the yellow line" and suddenly said she misses Adamant ._.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know Ah Gong was worth missing XD&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was told the evil plan while we boarded the train and everyone agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Me and HL talked in the evil-angmoh-mixed-terrorist slang.&lt;br /&gt;Then, IDK how it happened, the people standing around that certain area started talking about hair.&lt;br /&gt;We said that Qianhui has hair, Yanzhang also have hair, and everyone has hair on the hand.&lt;br /&gt;HL said his was camouflaged by his skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;I have little hair.&lt;br /&gt;JK had the littlest hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QIANHUI AND YZ HAD THE MOST HAIR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so Qianhui = Hairy sister and YZ = Hairy brother.&lt;br /&gt;Hairy brother + Hairy sister = Hairy siblings!&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a good time crapping with everyone on the bus and train ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, chionged home and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;Realised that Me, Liren and YZ all wanted to watch the same show; 射雕英雄传.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The 12 of us who went had a verrrrry evil plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul garden for 12 and Corrina's birthday, here we come! :D&lt;br /&gt;The 12 evil-doers rocks ee-zeronine's socks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Say hey, I was pretty dishonest with my thoughts, wasn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda glad, because thanks to Jamie, a stupid conversation, I was true to my feelings for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;Denial? No, I'm going to keep those feelings away; pushing them away for as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I will never let you know. Hey, wait a minute, I don't even know you, do I?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I won't let what they say come true. I was just confused for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-6223525564167376400?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/6223525564167376400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=6223525564167376400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6223525564167376400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6223525564167376400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/oyasuminasai-minna-san-translation-good.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7031115578947166338</id><published>2009-04-04T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:29:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Am going out with Qianhui, Corrina and others later to find class tee and badge's supplier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Friday;&lt;br /&gt;Took late train with Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a car crash (the ruined car, not the incident) and almost stepped on a fragment of broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese later.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like taking Yang Meh Meh and punch her.&lt;br /&gt;She kept on blabbering about how CCHM was better than us.&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloves2 later.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Zarina's stories are nice to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jamie and Regina kept on imitating Jasmine and S******g's supposed-conversation everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science after recess.&lt;br /&gt;Went to do practical :D&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of things I shouldn't see &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. STUPID ZHUANGPENG was flashing his boxers. Ugh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, was told by Mrs. Ng to complete practice 4.4 before going.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear owner Junli had to accompany me till 3+ before going home.&lt;br /&gt;She rocks your sockzxcv! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went eating duck rice with Junli, Jasmine, Jamie, Yurou, Ziyue and Wanru.&lt;br /&gt;Wanru told us that ****** does wear red underpants.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's prediction is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horribly&lt;/span&gt; correct that it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, I'd bet you saw before, aye, Ju?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;If you'd do me a favor, stop bringing my hopes up and crushing them yourself after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit later,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7031115578947166338?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7031115578947166338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7031115578947166338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7031115578947166338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7031115578947166338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8726321043218709489</id><published>2009-04-01T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:34:57.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>60TH POST! :D&lt;br /&gt;Slow, I know &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April's fools today!&lt;br /&gt;Morning, left the house late and took late late late bus with Jasmine, Jamie &amp;amp; Cora.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all 4 of us were late.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't our fault actually, the bus came late.&lt;br /&gt;It came at 6.55am instead of 6.45am.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes makes such a big difference ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cora is evil because she says Domo sucks  D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, first April's fools present, was late for school.&lt;br /&gt;First time ever in 8 years of my schooling life and first time I've ever written on the late-coming slip.&lt;br /&gt;(Back at you, Reginawong, who made the class register thicker due to your never-ending late-coming slips :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time actually passes quite quickly while being lectured by Mr. See.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine said that I'm Xin2 Li3 Bian4 Tai4.&lt;br /&gt;Was released after about 30minutes and me, Jasmine &amp;amp; Jamie strolled back class.&lt;br /&gt;They even went to toilet while the good me was waiting outside for them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally entered the class around 2nd period.&lt;br /&gt;Then, announced to the class about going to queens(way/town) to order class tee this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Only few people have confirmed to be going.&lt;br /&gt;Around 8, including me?&lt;br /&gt;A list was also passed around for everyone to write their informal names on.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, mine is The Cat.&lt;br /&gt;Might change to The uber Meow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Was taught triple jump.&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui and her Ji-Boing!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;According to Reginawong, every Wednesday, especially during PE, us girls are especially horny and thus, Wednesday is made "2e girls day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was science.&lt;br /&gt;God damn, &lt;i&gt;the stupid class test results&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First time that I failed science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super upset and disappointed with myself. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And Jasmine said many people knew I cried in EL class though I had my head buried in my PE shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOTTA BUCK UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my summary. And continued burying my head into my PE shirt during the leftover time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Yang Meh Meh accused me of not handing up 1 composition and 2 newspaper cuttings, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;My file was in perfect order, please.&lt;br /&gt;I even gave her extras for the pieces that she needed -.-&lt;br /&gt;Was damn pissed off, so anyhow rushed through 2 newspaper cuttings for her and went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO after lunch!&lt;br /&gt;JINGWEN ROCKS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;CHENXI ROCKS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;Sang the Meow version of shibanyaogu.&lt;br /&gt;Practiced Song of Cicada.&lt;br /&gt;GOT TRICKED MANY TIMES BY JINGWEN T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April's fools.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was a badluck day for me.&lt;br /&gt;1/4/09, first time I was late to school and first time I failed my science test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, I broke 2 records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8726321043218709489?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8726321043218709489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8726321043218709489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8726321043218709489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8726321043218709489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/04/60th-post-d-slow-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5732690408004938370</id><published>2009-03-31T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:00:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Digestion starts from the anus" - HAN WEI ZHOU, 2e'09's #11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, took my time eating and missed Jasmine's bus.&lt;br /&gt;Had to squeeze into a super full train and people were pushing around -.- .&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to reach school, I remembered that I forgot to take money from my piggybank today.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the black-and-white cat (which followed Jamie, Jasmine &amp;amp; Ziyue across the bridge) that chased me outside the back gate :P&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, maths.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Then, recess. I only had $2 left and I had to reserve that for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ends up, I borrowed $1 from Jamie and only drank a bottle of Green Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art after recess.&lt;br /&gt;I drew wrongly on my lino-thingy ._.&lt;br /&gt;Have to wash off the permanent marker (Mdm Lai said its possible :O) on the next art lesson and redo the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, CLVS1.&lt;br /&gt;Went to LT for the streaming thingy and had different teachers talking to us about different subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Due to lack of food during recess, my stomach was growling in hunger all the while.&lt;br /&gt;And Weizhou was disturbing me with the "Digestion starts from the anus" thing.&lt;br /&gt;The word digestion makes me hungrier :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Choo told us one of her students told her that digestion starts from the anus before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English after that.&lt;br /&gt;I chionged one comprehension and one composition in a period.&lt;br /&gt;(claps for self)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yang demands my EL file tomorrow during morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;W/e.&lt;br /&gt;Just need to do a cover page and I'mma done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO after that.&lt;br /&gt;My Sheng didn't come back from tiaoyin.&lt;br /&gt;And I did very very very very very badly today.&lt;br /&gt;First time I was trying to solo a song and my knees were trembling while I was playing.&lt;br /&gt;Was super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home afterwards and here I am (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta buck up for so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a feeling that you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja. (Later, in Jap.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5732690408004938370?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5732690408004938370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5732690408004938370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5732690408004938370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5732690408004938370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/03/digestion-starts-from-anus-han-wei-zhou.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4672584479648674938</id><published>2009-03-28T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:01:49.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Everyone's either pissed or depressed nowadays.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with the world man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 23 days and 9 more practices till SYF.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my result slip the other day.&lt;br /&gt;16 points, 68%.&lt;br /&gt;I need more motivation.&lt;br /&gt;(slaps self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The whole week sucked, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been put on guilt trips, fatigue, got chased by a cat, got scolding from teachers, made people pissed... (and the list goes on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is a dirty fella now.&lt;br /&gt;This conversation happened 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Kiddos, don't look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas: You know, ****** is so red. He would look like Mr. Red during CNY :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL, red face also.&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Red underwear also.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF. HOW YOU KNOW. (Laughing fit)&lt;br /&gt;The ^ is proof that she and ****** very close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Can we really recover our courage?&lt;br /&gt;The night brings a flood of memories&lt;br /&gt;perfectly ridding you of your one reason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;I JUST FINISHED MY HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4672584479648674938?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4672584479648674938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4672584479648674938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4672584479648674938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4672584479648674938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyones-either-pissed-or-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7003264713314495617</id><published>2009-03-05T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:35:29.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM GETTING POST-RESULT BLUES D:&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;My results were extremely bad.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I almost failed history!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my science is a c5 -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time i got 50s for my science, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I guess the wall I've built is too strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the dumb workshop thing next Wednesday to Friday and might miss combined/sectional practice.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People, even those close ones, don't really know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love Morita Masakazu! (insert many hearts here)&lt;br /&gt;He's an amazing voice actor but an amazing singer as well.&lt;br /&gt;What's the next best thing besides a girl singing her heart out?&lt;br /&gt;A guy singing his heart out.&lt;br /&gt;MORITA! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;what they all see is a materialistic girl that doesn't bother trying in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;涙の後の名前　覚えているなら　それが全てだろう&lt;br /&gt;namida no ato no namae oboeteiru nara sore ga subete darou&lt;br /&gt;That "name" behind the tears, if you could remember it then nothing else would matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;But in fact, they never tried to dig deeper, beneath the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初めから変わらない言葉&lt;br /&gt;hajime kara kawaranai 'kotoba'&lt;br /&gt;It's the unchangeable "word" since the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My silent efforts were never known; I just got insulted and treated as a joke by everyone all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unchangeable word; Kawaranai Kotoba&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo's solo, the reply to Rukia's Echo.&lt;br /&gt;YESH! FEEL THE POWER OF AN ICHIRUKI FANGIRL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People think of me as a loud, I-talk-everything kind of person that trusts easily and have no secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How wrong they are; how misunderstood they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(finishes fangirling &amp;amp; switches back into post-result blues mode)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, stupid results.&lt;br /&gt;If the school was already so strict with us and it's only the first common test, it's hard to imagine what would happen during the May and Oct exams.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember seeing our seniors being so stressed last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When opinions were voiced, even if it was just joking, was it ever considered that it would hurt me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into my little heaven of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7003264713314495617?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7003264713314495617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7003264713314495617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7003264713314495617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7003264713314495617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-getting-post-result-blues-d-what.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5662505848437464815</id><published>2009-02-26T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:16:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, my last post was a little too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't delete that post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the harshness, part of it was true.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone's just pissed and fucked up about the English results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't understand how could there be such a big difference in the number of failures between 2h and 2g?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;That teacher that decided to mark all our papers using the O'level marking scheme was so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Aha, it made me cried 5 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, when J&amp;amp;J started crying.&lt;br /&gt;And I had no idea why, before I knew it, I was crying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time, when Qianhui tried to sing to provide us comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I cried even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time after I calmed down, more people started the "Eh, you all don't cry leh" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I cried again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, on the linkway while walking to assembly, I heard don't-know-who start cursing some teacher about the English results and I cried again.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I went home and told my ma.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea why the tears came anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, someone try to make me happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5662505848437464815?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5662505848437464815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5662505848437464815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5662505848437464815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5662505848437464815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-my-last-post-was-little-too.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7808105332360472180</id><published>2009-02-26T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:16:11.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149965;"&gt;惨め&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijime;&lt;br /&gt;miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, she is so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;How could it be, when 2g had only 17 passes, while 2h had only 10 failures?&lt;br /&gt;The number of failures and passes are such a big gap.&lt;br /&gt;Does a class makes so much difference?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't belie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ve everyone in 2h's English standard is much better than ours, or maybe even mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since when had 2e lost to 2h in English?&lt;br /&gt;We even won them in last year’s overall MSG.&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible!&lt;br /&gt;All the other classes had more than 60% failures.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan, if you want to make the sec.2 cohort believe that you weren’t biased, &lt;i&gt;you did a pretty bad job there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Right, 2h might have the least failures now, and by far, there’s too much a gap between classes, doesn’t mean that 2h might get top again for end of years right?&lt;br /&gt;In ’07, who won English at the EOYs?&lt;br /&gt;2E!&lt;br /&gt;Not 2h.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2h might have won this time round.&lt;br /&gt;But what do they gain?&lt;br /&gt;Position?&lt;br /&gt;No, I’ll tell you what they gained.&lt;br /&gt;They gained &lt;b&gt;hate from the rest of the cohort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not just 2e, but even some from other classes.&lt;br /&gt;We, 2e, are not as dumb as others think we are.&lt;br /&gt;We saw through, and now we hate 2h.&lt;br /&gt;Not just their form teacher, but their whole class.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nope, that didn’t come out from just my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;It came out from majority of the people.&lt;br /&gt;The guys said: 2H SUCKS TO THE CORE! THEY ARE ALL DOGS! All the teachers go ‘2H IS GOOD!’ ‘2H IS THE BEST!’ BULL SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;The girls said: Yeah, whatever. She’s biased, but that doesn’t mean that we’ll lose to them. They suck anyway.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What’s more, it’s even more unfair that they decided to use the O’level marking scheme &lt;i&gt;after we took the paper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98% of the students in this school wouldn’t have taken the first common test seriously, after all, the percentage it has in the overall results is little.&lt;br /&gt;But it still makes a difference!&lt;br /&gt;If they told us that they’re going to mark according to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s standard, people would be more serious when taking the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Now, thanks to those teachers that decided to use the O’level marking scheme, 60-70% of the cohort would be failing English.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Does that make you teachers happy?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it does, right?&lt;br /&gt;Since despite being biased, they changed the standard of marking last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, talk about destroying our future and leaving a black mark on our reports.&lt;br /&gt;You teachers not only hurt us and our confidence, but our Pride too.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cause seriously, increase the standards all you like, be biased all you like, fail more than half of the sec.2 cohort all you like.&lt;br /&gt;But what do you really gain from that?&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t understand teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it’s because I was never suited to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, they’re really unfair this time!&lt;br /&gt;I took in all the anger today in school.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can’t keep it in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if this post insults anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even care if Mrs Tan herself comes and read this post.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not our fault.&lt;br /&gt;When had teachers even understood us before?&lt;br /&gt;They only tried to, but in fact, they failed miserably most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had to vent my anger.&lt;br /&gt;No, I need to.&lt;br /&gt;And I did.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I did anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2h and the teachers might be cheering for their success now.&lt;br /&gt;2d, 2e and 2g would be being depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Some would even be crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even Huili the Bailei got last in class this time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;2f would be anxious for their results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Talk about how unfair this world is.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, in case no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan, this whole post, I've been shooting you.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, you teachers tell us to go and 'think about it'.&lt;br /&gt;But do you teachers take the time to 'think about it'?&lt;br /&gt;Please do think and take into consideration the student's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;If a teacher gets hate from a class that she's not even teaching, I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7808105332360472180?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7808105332360472180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7808105332360472180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7808105332360472180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7808105332360472180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/02/mijime-miserable.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1985867063886992731</id><published>2009-02-23T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:03:47.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ten No Hoshi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is evil.&lt;br /&gt;I typed a whole chunk of rants and it just got deleted after i edit the codes.&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konichiwa minna-san!&lt;br /&gt;Watashi-wa Urahara Kisuke des!:D&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah, since huailong claimed himself as Kuran Kaname, so why not me, Urahara Kisuke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a shounen manga/anime fangirl now T.T&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Bleach movie 3 : Fade to Black in theaters.&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet the awesome Kubo Tite-sama and get his awesome signature ;3&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet Morita Masakazu, aka Ichigo's seiyuu, who is also a no.1 IchiRuki fanboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man, this post is random again.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just here to release exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think properly now.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. All that for studying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for the top 80 in the school! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sounds quite impossible for a person like me, but at least I have a goal I'm trying to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That even if I failed, I know I did try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy even if i get a just pass.&lt;br /&gt;WTF, they gave us a pom-pom fruit or something like that and told us to form an ion?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even learn that!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the periodic table did no help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was easy, though!&lt;br /&gt;Even after I finished, I still had more than half an hour left.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It doesn't matter if Mrs Tan didn't show Mr Yang the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite confident that we, 2e, will manage it.&lt;br /&gt;Though, it'll be a very sweet victory if 2e managed to get the overall top for Sec.2 Express for English again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Regina and Huailong've got a wrong definition of An Quan Gan.&lt;br /&gt;An Quan Gan = Sense of security!&lt;br /&gt;Not sense of fatness.&lt;br /&gt;*Psst HL, tell huaifu that an old auntie (points to regina) is out to stalk him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja' Ne!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a good kid and study :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm a small kid with big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, did I mention I used to dream of going to Todai (University of Tokyo) before?&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm such a fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;No, not to the point of an Otaku, though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1985867063886992731?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1985867063886992731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1985867063886992731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1985867063886992731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1985867063886992731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogger-is-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-553724645419517734</id><published>2009-02-22T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:20:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Wingyan darling! x3&lt;/span&gt; 220209 :D&lt;br /&gt;You are one year closer to NC16 movies x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Chemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm half dead memorizing all the stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Yay? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thumb hurts D:&lt;br /&gt;Now both of my thumb is injured.&lt;br /&gt;Oh nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Qianhui, carebears have the ability to make ghey people ghey-er.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Spamming Qianhui's tagboard is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, birdfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's finished revising already.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;People who like carebears are evil.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid carebears.&lt;br /&gt;Especially blue and yellow coloured ones ):&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be nice and buy Jasmine her &lt;s&gt;$59.90 bigbig carebear&lt;/s&gt; life sized ________  plushie for her bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is again, a random one.&lt;br /&gt;My internet keep on connecting and disconnecting.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting more pissed by the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry's the suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*converts back from carebear murderer to geek again 8D*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-553724645419517734?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/553724645419517734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=553724645419517734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/553724645419517734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/553724645419517734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-wingyan-darling-x3.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5190351907126743538</id><published>2009-02-19T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:03:02.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;天を鎖す太陽, 夜を削る月&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun that locks Heaven, Moon that eclipse the Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting more epic fail-ey.&lt;br /&gt;I even fell asleep while revising history just now.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Should be studying like crazy now, but am too tired to.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone for CTs.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I am going broke.&lt;br /&gt;Presents I have yet to buy :&lt;br /&gt;Wingyan darling; 220295&lt;br /&gt;Mabel twin; 240295&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl master; 250295&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I AM FRIGGIN SAVING MY MONEY TO GO TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS'S&lt;/span&gt; CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;That would-be-awesome concert seems so near but so un-within reach ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been putting on masks, changing masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8 now and I haven't had my dinner yet.&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed man.&lt;br /&gt;And Jasmine's way of dealing with my stress through SMS (Edited lah, of course. Took out our private stuffs xP) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so much that perhaps the real me is already lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Btw hor mrs got got say whether she got put those notes on asknlearn?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know leh, just now I go check don't have leh. Just now I study halfway I dunno what happen I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Her: (xing zhai le huo) Wah still got time to sleep. I finish math revision le. Now left 1 chapt for hist. I write notes until Siao lor. Hand pain. Later still need do craftwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so much that it seems like I don't know who I am anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i fell asleep while studying and she piles me with more yay-I-finish-revision stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is Jasmine's hilarious english.&lt;br /&gt;*points* Since when did Mrs Goh change her name O_O&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Built those unbreakable walls during the change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had the singing-session-of-Jaychou's-songs again with Jamie and Regina today during English lesson. Realised that I don't zaoxia that easily already :D&lt;br /&gt;But then again I forgot the lyrics of old songs *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      说好的幸福呢&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;给我一首歌的时间 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are this week's addiction x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so high and strong that perhaps no one could break through it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fangirlism is getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;G-DRAGONNNNNNN~! *squee squee squee*&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sucker for those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super attractive &lt;/span&gt;eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Bigbang has taken over my Kpop world.&lt;br /&gt;and MORITA MASAKAZU! (insert thousands of hearts)&lt;br /&gt;Screw that thing called fandom that lives in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or perhaps, should i reopen my heart to everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random post that has totally no content.&lt;br /&gt;I am random today.&lt;br /&gt;I am random everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I am random when CTs are here.&lt;br /&gt;I am random when I am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Stew-pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nothing's happening, but something's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner is ready,&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;Off to revise maths after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Because things are so wrong now that I don't know what I am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Curses. I need to get a grip on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5190351907126743538?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5190351907126743538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5190351907126743538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5190351907126743538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5190351907126743538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-1713161300756650691</id><published>2009-02-07T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:08:15.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meow.&lt;br /&gt;Few days before I got chased by a cat.&lt;br /&gt;That cute, chubby orange cat that likes to roam around my block.&lt;br /&gt;That day the cat was lying on the road like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;and my pa suddenly said "EH! The cat sit there will get knocked down by the car leh!"&lt;br /&gt;And he went forward and touched the cat.&lt;br /&gt;And the cat ran after me.&lt;br /&gt;And I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;And I ran.&lt;br /&gt;And I had a phobia of cats since then ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First batch of class tests were... not very good and not very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science : 18/25; 72%&lt;br /&gt;Maths : 12/20; 60%&lt;br /&gt;English : 15/25; 60%&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, HE, History : TBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt that I could have done better with Maths.&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my marks for the lack of points in summary for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's such a rush.&lt;br /&gt;Common Tests are already coming.&lt;br /&gt;And instead of preparing for common test, I am fantasizing / fangirling over Bleach (ICHIRUKI IS EYESMEXLOVE!), Varsity and Bigbang.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, Haru Haru's sucha nice song T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a hopeless fangirl ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been quite bad. I just remembered that BAILEI Huili scolded the whole 2e BAILEI, which means failures. WHAT THE HELL! Like she's not part of the class? I wanna throw shit right into her face man! Not happy? TRANSFER LAH! Like hell, she thinks the class welcomes her or what? Class motto is All for one, One for all. By this, she's part of the Species of Bailei-s leh. Oh wow, Huili the Great is part of the Bailei-s!&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PISSED BY HER MAN.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S GOING TO BE MY HOMEC PARTNER FOR ANOTHER HALF A YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine surviving 4-5 practicals with her man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-1713161300756650691?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/1713161300756650691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=1713161300756650691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1713161300756650691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/1713161300756650691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/02/meow.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8306498531206349989</id><published>2009-01-07T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:45:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hisashiburi, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation : Its been a long time, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's January 7th, a week since 2009 began.&lt;br /&gt;So, aye? This year i ain't gonna type a long long long long long long long (continues typing long...) post like the last years. So yeah, 1 year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Been quite fast, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Though i have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;admit, it wasn't really very good. My results, i swear, were an epic phail. Though i experienced something more 'Epic Phail-y" today ._. Falling down while doing some stupid jumping jacks/jogging on the spot. Yes, i tripped over air/nothingness. Yes, i didn't know i was falling until i landed on my butt and twisted my ankle. And YES, MY ANKLE DEFINITELY HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So yes, back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;2009, how am i going to spend it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seriously, i hate to admit, but i really need to pay a thousand more times attention in class than i do now. Due to my short attention span and stubbornness, i know it's not going to work. But i'll try, i'll pay attention, i'll take notes. I'll turn into a nerd even. But i must get into a good class. (RESOLVE, AYE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have more optimism. Yeah, last year was very eventful, even though there were bad moments. This year, i'd like to spend a better year. How often do we actually enjoy life, how long do we actually get to enjoy what we really call 'bliss'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve on everything i'm learning and trying to get better right now, except for studies. That includes CO and my learning of Japanese. In case one ain't smart enough, '&lt;/span&gt;Hisashiburi, ne?' is actually in Jap. And yes again, i picked that up while watching Bleach by the oh-so-awesome Kubo Tite-sama. Actually, even though the improvement isn't much, i really do feel my Jap getting better and better. As for CO, i'll try my best in everything i do there, including getting into SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall this year, i'm actually juggling many things instead of the 2 i was holding onto last year (play, half studies and half slack). This year, i'm trying to maintain my balance while dealing with 1. Studies&lt;br /&gt;2. CO&lt;br /&gt;3. Language&lt;br /&gt;4. Play&lt;br /&gt;5. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, i would have crumbled to the ground right now, since anyone would know that my balance is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;Who'd trip over nothingness, fall off your seat in the bus while you're actually sitting, jump and fail to catch balance when someone sticks their leg in front of you (on an attempt to make you fall)?&lt;br /&gt;Me, me, me.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, i'd like to say i've been doing quite well though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm right on track for Studies, CO and Play.&lt;br /&gt;Language wise, i'm still picking up bits and pieces. Everytime i hear songs sung in Jap, watch an anime, or hear a conversation in that language, i'll try to pick up as much as i can. Though, i really suck at Kanji and Katakana.&lt;br /&gt;Life?&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's a gamble, like many do say it.  I've yet to start experimenting on it, but i WILL. I hope this year DO turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i'm very sick and tired of all the conflicts and twists.&lt;br /&gt;And if i really do study hard enough, i'll get into 3G.&lt;br /&gt;I know i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, i'll choose myself on how to spend my year instead of tracing other's footsteps like what i mostly did last year.&lt;br /&gt;Another 'Epic Failure' man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach wise,&lt;br /&gt;I have to say even though it's just a manga/anime, it really inspires me. Especially the new movie release : Fade to black - I call your name.&lt;br /&gt;Because, "There are some things you gotta protect, even if it means giving up everything." -Kurosaki Ichigo to Kuchiki Rukia.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, it's really going to turn out to be a good movie, since it's related to the main bleach storyline, and there's more IchixRuki than i expected. (Lets my fangirl side take over and squeal with delight.) They're actually the most canon thing on Bleach, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, my resolutions and bets on the new year.&lt;br /&gt;Ja' ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Translation: Later! (In Jap, of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8306498531206349989?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8306498531206349989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8306498531206349989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8306498531206349989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8306498531206349989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2009/01/hisashiburi-ne-translation-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-5281402603843302534</id><published>2008-11-24T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:59:50.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my dear readers! :D (Ugh ._., there's no one)&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Taiwan! XD&lt;br /&gt;Fun and meaningful trip, though there were dramatic times. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the dramatic times, i learned some things too!&lt;br /&gt;Eg, &lt;i&gt;ahju looks really cute when she cries *WAAAAAHHHHH*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;But its really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I miss taiwan already ):&lt;br /&gt;Really very glad i went on that trip.&lt;br /&gt;If i didn't go, i wouldn't have known Queenie &amp; the others and many more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR THE ABUNEHNEHS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i didn't go, i wouldn't have known some people's real characters. (Like what ahju said.)&lt;br /&gt;Alamakzx, overall, the trip wasn't wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to write of all the days i spent there...&lt;br /&gt;But it will be so long that people will get bored reading it O_O&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind, wait till i get my photos from Jasmine and the others.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed one night specially, where just Jasmine, Jamie and me talked for a loooong time @ me and Jamie's room.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed quickly and it was 2am -.-&lt;br /&gt;And Hualien is a nice placeeeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;AND WOOH, THE YESHI(NIGHT MARKETS) THERE ROCKZXERS! &lt;br /&gt;I love the arcade there (:&lt;br /&gt;You can never find so many toy grabbing machines in ONE arcade itself!&lt;br /&gt;And i grabbed a Domo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Domo-kuns FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again once i get the photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-5281402603843302534?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/5281402603843302534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=5281402603843302534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5281402603843302534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/5281402603843302534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-my-dear-readers-d-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-572911603873252966</id><published>2008-11-13T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:45:54.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS JIAMIN'S TWIN HERE :D&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE, JIAMIN'S MIND WENT WANDERING FAR, FAR, FAR AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;She's thinking of where she'd be 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;@ the airport, wondering where terminal 1 row 12 would be *lost expression* and excited feeling of going to taiwan with CCHYCO! :D&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, she can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;8days straight of fun&amp; enjoyment with friends (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, and she's thinking of staying awake for one whole night to feel crazy and be herself around her friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;Who ain't excited on an overseas trip, alone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-572911603873252966?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/572911603873252966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=572911603873252966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/572911603873252966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/572911603873252966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-this-is-jiamins-twin-here-d.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-6336793327490954000</id><published>2008-10-20T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:32:02.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellozxvc or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;And irritated by what people are doing to wonderful animes nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, english dub?&lt;br /&gt;That's a total disgrace to animes man!&lt;br /&gt;Their english sound like so robot's english and they're so lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather listen to the original japan voice and read subs.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, they just do dubs for the anime.&lt;br /&gt;NOW THEY DO DUBS TO THE OPENING AND ENDINGS TOO?&lt;br /&gt;What the heck man.&lt;br /&gt;They're ruining the anime.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the reason why am i posting all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i started rewatching bleach all over again.&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell, i can't find the subbed version on veoh.com until like ep100+?&lt;br /&gt;I tried youtube and some other video uploading websites.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are in ENGLISH DUB.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's an &lt;i&gt;english dub&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;An anime is originally voiced in japanese. (Or else, why would it be called anime? I would just call it a cartoon anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Then some &lt;u&gt;BAKAS&lt;/u&gt; replace the subbed version with dubbed version.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, they record down the anime, remove the japan voices and put in their own english voices. (Which sounds robotic, lifeless and all.)&lt;br /&gt;And i tell you,&lt;br /&gt;ITS A TOTAL DISGRACE TO ANIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good example:&lt;br /&gt;Last time, pokemon (Yes pokemon -.-) used to be a popular anime in japan.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it started spreading.&lt;br /&gt;And some imbeciles do dubbing to it and aired it.&lt;br /&gt;Now? It's just some normal CARTOON that people out there consider childish.&lt;br /&gt;Say if it was still in subbed and aired only in japan, it would still be hot now.&lt;br /&gt;Its an ANIME, not a CARTOON!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what what,&lt;br /&gt;NOW THEY'RE DOING DUBS TO FANTASTIC ANIMES.&lt;br /&gt;BLEACH!&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE DISGRACING MY FAVOURITE ANIME MANZX.&lt;br /&gt;If it ever falls into the-pokemon-stage, i swear i will fly personally to Japan and wipe out all the evil dubbers.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;If that happens, then poor Kubo Tite.&lt;br /&gt;His hard efforts taken to draw the manga and the people who changed it into an anime would all be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, what a pity man.&lt;br /&gt;They're doing dubs to well-liked animes like NShippuuden, OnePiece, and now bleach.&lt;br /&gt;Screw all these dubbers!&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, their english are HORRIBLE man!&lt;br /&gt;Worst than those robotic voices that booms on the MRT trains.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, what have all these dubbers done?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-6336793327490954000?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/6336793327490954000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=6336793327490954000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6336793327490954000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6336793327490954000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellozxvc-or-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4973434485768823844</id><published>2008-10-16T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:11:27.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confused, pissed, and have nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Jasmine's dumbness rocks yo :D&lt;br /&gt;Despite Regina &amp;amp; me telling her over &lt;i&gt;a gazillion times&lt;/i&gt;(okay, kua zhang.) not to add energy bolt when playing maple, she go add.&lt;br /&gt;Alamakzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Just start only, want gei kiang already.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, cute lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i'm back to mapling ;O&lt;br /&gt;With Regina, Jasmine &amp; stupid stupid Darryl.&lt;br /&gt;LOL ;O&lt;br /&gt;Addaddadd, xCHOKE; eridanus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you &lt;u&gt;eat&lt;/u&gt;, you &lt;u&gt;yawn&lt;/u&gt;, thus you &lt;u&gt;choke&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's me, Regina and Jasmine's ign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks girls, for making my day repeatedly for the whole last week.&lt;br /&gt;If you all weren't there i guess i would have died or gone lost in the deep blue seas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its been long. I miss you too, without having someone to comfort and all. But sorry, not now please. My mind feels like it has a time bomb in it and might explode anytime. If we were to talk now, it might get worst. Just to let you know, 6years was long. I don't want something built up over 6years to fall that easily. But oh well, forgive me for my selfishness, it isn't right for me now. I'm only human. I promise you, i'll talk to you soon. Then, if things go well, perhaps its your time to comfort me. Everything's not right in this damned life right now. Yep, i hope you got me. Right now, this is not the only thing that upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be locked up in my happy place and never come out again right now.&lt;br /&gt;But its not possible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4973434485768823844?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4973434485768823844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4973434485768823844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4973434485768823844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/4973434485768823844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/10/confused-pissed-and-have-nowhere-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-6420468358616396340</id><published>2008-09-28T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:36:03.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello humans! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, finally updated.&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIYUE: 同类的! HELLO! Updating now (:&lt;br /&gt;JOEY!: Haha, yeah lah, thanks for all the visits :D&lt;br /&gt;jamie: nonono, too much maoge is not good for your body!&lt;br /&gt;ZIYUE: yeah she agree she act tall ;O&lt;br /&gt;act tall ppl[ not]: Aiyo you hor. Taller than us by 2cm only! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to reply the rest :X&lt;br /&gt;COURSE WORK SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR IT DOES.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NEVER GOING TO TAKE F&amp;amp;N MAN!&lt;br /&gt;MY BRAIN AIN'T THINKING PROPERLY NOW DUE TO COURSEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;What's with everyone in Homec group 2 rushing coursework today?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;But sure sure, Mdm Nur threatened us that if we do not hand up by tomorrow, we are getting a big egg.&lt;br /&gt;Now, how nice is that?&lt;br /&gt;COURSEWORK SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT'S WITH THAT 15-PAGE LONG REPORT?&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to:&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST OVER!&lt;br /&gt;    -Yay, class tee &amp;amp; class outing discussion (:&lt;br /&gt;    -More yay, CO!&lt;br /&gt;    -SUPER YAY, IT'S GETTING NEARER AND NEARER TO TAIWAN TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;in 12 days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh,&lt;br /&gt;VAMPIRE KNIGHT ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kuran Yuuki; "Kaname-senpai... No, Kaname-oniisama"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaname is always so sweet to yuuki :O&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I told'ya my brain went haywire due to courseworking.&lt;br /&gt;screw the evil inventor of coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-6420468358616396340?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/6420468358616396340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=6420468358616396340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6420468358616396340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/6420468358616396340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-humans-d-ugh-finally-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7550383607351677201</id><published>2008-09-03T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:51:23.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating more oftenly then i normally is ;X&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm boredddd D;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do ._.&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, did i mention many people changed A LOT when i saw them @ ADPS last friday?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Uh well.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday back at ADPS would be great if not for my lost of phone T.T&lt;br /&gt;Yep, saw lots of people lah.&lt;br /&gt;Was sort of like a 6challenge mini gathering :D&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA become so chio le lor! Got stalker some more wor! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;YINGYING become so much more zikua le! Self-esteem is good! :X&lt;br /&gt;SHANNON, JINGYI and LINGSHUANG were still super chio x)&lt;br /&gt;PEIXUAN become so much cuter! Almost can't recognise lah. xP&lt;br /&gt;ZHIRONG spiked hair now! Looks more man already. Not the past i-am-ghey behavior. Actions also man le wor! :O&lt;br /&gt;JIANMING still shorter than me! Wah, play flute leh, cannot imagine! Grow taller lah :D&lt;br /&gt;ZHELIANG looks down on me! Last year same height one leh, now so tall already!&lt;br /&gt;And saw many many more others.&lt;br /&gt;Qiwei, Yiming, Amira, Dorothy and other class's people.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Ong came to the canteen and sort of chased us out of the school T.T&lt;br /&gt;Still as fierce as ever.&lt;br /&gt;And blacker :X&lt;br /&gt;So we gathered at the bus bay and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp;amp; jieying saw our dearest p4 junior; BANTZU KEAI!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;She remembered me!&lt;br /&gt;As her kazhuajiejie :D&lt;br /&gt;She join netball leh!&lt;br /&gt;Evil jieying go tease her lah.&lt;br /&gt;Say what she so small size go join netball.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go back next year again to find her! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Dorothy, Amanda and Ying2 went Woodlands mart MCD to eat :D&lt;br /&gt;Talked about our old times back in school and those recess we would spend playing catching around the school.&lt;br /&gt;Was a saddened though, did not see Abigail, Ghaffar and Hweechi.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Hweechi lots lah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Special thanks to jieying for keeping me company &amp;amp; comforting me that day when i lost my phone &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7550383607351677201?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7550383607351677201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7550383607351677201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7550383607351677201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7550383607351677201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-d-im-updating-more-oftenly.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-3265654284755926674</id><published>2008-09-01T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:07:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's CO concert was great :D&lt;br /&gt;Gyahhh, woke up at i-forgot-what time and met AHJUU~ on the MRT :D&lt;br /&gt;Trained to AMK hub to make my ezlink card. (How sad, did i mention i lost my wallet as well as phone too?)&lt;br /&gt;In the end, never bring BC, so never make.&lt;br /&gt;Went around AMK, wondering what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Ju saw subway and went crazy about it ._.&lt;br /&gt;But we ended up eating at mos :D&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, crap crap crap until 3+ and trained to Bugis to meet Darling, Qiwen, Joey, Jiaee, Anna and Kailin.&lt;br /&gt;IDK how to walk lah, then walk until fulushou complex there then met them.&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp;amp; ju followed them walk go don't know where and ended up in this BHG shopping mall O_O&lt;br /&gt;Finally trained to raffles place :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked to VCH.&lt;br /&gt;Not very far, uh.&lt;br /&gt;AND I REALISED IT'S JUST NEXT TO ACM!&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha :X&lt;br /&gt;Went to the toilet at VCH to slack.&lt;br /&gt;Then something horrible happened to kailin. ):&lt;br /&gt;The same tragedy that happened to me three days ago.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE TO OUR PHONES T.T&lt;br /&gt;Like, OMG lah...&lt;br /&gt;Went back toilet to search but cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;Called her number, but it was OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Which means some evil person must have took it T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met Jee and Wanru outside VCH before we went in.&lt;br /&gt;Evil Jee and Ju kept on making me laugh lah D:&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 high-in-calcium women came and sat in front of me, Jee and Ju.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see lor!&lt;br /&gt;Then we made lots of noise :D&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, at the interval, i think they can't take it already and they changed seats.&lt;br /&gt;Gave darling my super huge lollipop :D&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, when i finally thought concert ended, the conductor said : ' WE PERPARED TWO ENCORE PIECES FOR YOU ALL! '(in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;Ok lor, fine fine.&lt;br /&gt;Though wasn't listening through the two encore songs lah.&lt;br /&gt;The last song was super duper uber long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After concert, walked to city hall MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Wanru was our tour guide-of-the-day :D&lt;br /&gt;Then Jiaee uh, messed up city hall and raffles place to CITY PLACE AND RAFFLES HALL.&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Yishun to have dinner with Ju before chionging home.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn tired lah, but continued watching TV with papa after washing up :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3265654284755926674?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3265654284755926674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3265654284755926674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3265654284755926674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3265654284755926674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-d-yesterdays-co-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-7185495600873295491</id><published>2008-08-23T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:25:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find nothing to do on the comp nowadays when i'm online ._.&lt;br /&gt;There's hardly anything for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;Maple &amp;amp; Audition or any other games do NOT appeal me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a decent drama series to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, mostly because youtube's quality irks me &amp;amp; i find it super boring halfway and i'll quit watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like is sleeping &amp;amp; finishing New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna read Eclipse before qianhui!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy it myself - most likely.&lt;br /&gt;I adore the twilight series laaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T WATCH THIS WEEK'S BLEACH YET!&lt;br /&gt;WOOH &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i found something to do xD&lt;br /&gt;Bleach is the one-and-only anime that doesn't bore me.&lt;br /&gt;IDK why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I PASSED HISTORY!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I PASSED HISTORY!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A MIRACLE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Section A - 13/20&lt;br /&gt;SBQ - 6/10&lt;br /&gt;SAQ - 16/20&lt;br /&gt;Total(/50) - 35/50&lt;br /&gt;Total(100%) - 70&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AN A2!&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT I WOULD FAIL LIKE WTFBBQ.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say, i'm quite satisfied with my results this time?&lt;br /&gt;Many near A2s.&lt;br /&gt;I could still do with B3s.&lt;br /&gt;Except for english.&lt;br /&gt;I could just get a 55/100&lt;br /&gt;How disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time i got a just passed for english.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah first time -.-&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And someone got 20/40 among the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Not many did well, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make 3 promises to myself &amp;amp; hopefully fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Work extra hard on my studies. At least get 2 A1s during EOY.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously NEED to work harder. All these while i've been slacking and playing around with the girls in school, not paying attention and hard-core online-ing at home even during the exam periods. I must work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work extra hard to master my instrument :D&lt;br /&gt;My fingering &amp;amp; all is verrrryyy bad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;So if i'm going SYF, i need to practice extra hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I shall not attempt to start any conflict with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; unless she bitches around with me first. After all, we're going to be classmates and friends for another 1 year and 4 months. So why make things hard for everyone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Even though i really cannot accept your actions towards her and your 'whatever lor, not my problem, i don't care' attitude. Spare a thought for us.  If you still insist on treating us like shit, coming to us when you need us and dumping us when you don't, then i tell you, i'll treat you like shit too. An insignificant piece of shit. But i'll try to bear those actions of yours. The most, i'll take it as if you're invisible. That you never came into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post is so random. And flamers are getting so uncreative. Most people just use 'passerby' or 'no name' or 'random'. Now, how idiotic can that be? They scold you idiot when they themselves are idiot. Ha.Ha.Ha. Lets laugh at their retardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Twilight series rocks my CCHY socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-7185495600873295491?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/7185495600873295491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=7185495600873295491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/7185495600873295491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JASMINE KHOO AKA AHJU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHJU WOAINI!&lt;br /&gt;不要伤心了啦！&lt;br /&gt;我爱你！&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-59388676500986256?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/59388676500986256/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-8750056587718703351.post-286835826763674066</id><published>2008-08-14T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:00:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common tests are gone.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;In a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really don't know how to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Or where to.&lt;br /&gt;but i DO know something.&lt;br /&gt;Everything between the big group of us has started falling to pieces after both of YOU fell out.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;Think back.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time where ALL of us had peace?&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for fabricating that lie this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But have you ever wondered?&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you started falling out with her, every thing's changing.&lt;br /&gt;Your once friends leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Minor conflicts happen between almost all of us.&lt;br /&gt;And despite all that, you're like oblivious to all the happenings around us.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you started the damned quarrel with her in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is different.&lt;br /&gt;That's her character.&lt;br /&gt;How're you going to change it, even if you don't like it?&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;I'M ASKING YOU HOW.&lt;br /&gt;And you hate her, yes.&lt;br /&gt;But you could have just hid it within yourself or made it clear to her that you hated her.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD, YOU CHOSE TO CRITICIZE HER EVERY WHERE WE WENT.&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT IRRITATED OF THAT ACT OF YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS WHY.&lt;br /&gt;WHY WE FABRICATED THAT LIE.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even worth the drama.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE TO USE THOSE SACARSTIC REMARKS IN FRONT OF HER?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU ACTUALLY WONDERED ABOUT HOW SHE WILL FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER STEPPED INTO HER SHOES AND TRY TO FEEL ABOUT HOW SHE WOULD FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S HUMAN TOO.&lt;br /&gt;SHE FEEL EVERYTHING THAT YOU FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT, HATE, GUILT.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS FEELINGS?&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU, NO.&lt;br /&gt;为什么你要把东西弄到那么难堪?又何必呢?&lt;br /&gt;这样,大家都不开心.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that you've won?&lt;br /&gt;That victory is all yours?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but that's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;Every one has their own means of living their own life, so stop going around to change people or tell them to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be biased here.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she has her own faults too.&lt;br /&gt;Her own flaws too.&lt;br /&gt;But are you going to say that : 'FUCKING HELL NO, I HAVE LESSER FLAWS THAN THAT BLOODY.'&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;You hate her.&lt;br /&gt;She hates you too.&lt;br /&gt;She feels guilty and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't.&lt;br /&gt;At least you don't seem like you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight cut.&lt;br /&gt;One point:&lt;br /&gt;You two are somewhat too selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Say a sorry or perhaps just ignore each other.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, just don't make each other horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Is sorry just so hard to say?&lt;br /&gt;Is that simple decision so hard to make?&lt;br /&gt;Why won't one of you just give in and make life easier?&lt;br /&gt;And make the big group of us happy again?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-8145353286362351054</id><published>2008-07-23T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:23:24.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gyaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Not in a good mood now despite trying to zihigh.&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened today and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Had to settle the maths group thing and wingyan darling was being emo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/}wingyan darling:&lt;br /&gt;Hey wingyan, smile! You know you have many people around you who supports you, loves you and ever willing to back you up. I know i ain't any good at comforting people. But hey, life isn't perfect. There are bound to be ups and downs along the road of growing up. This is not easy for you, i know. Sure, i've only known you for like half a year, but this is the first time i saw you so emotionally affected. No matter what it is, cheerup! I believe that me and the other people who know you would like to see a genuine smile on your face once more, no matter how long it takes. Jiayou, cheerup &amp;amp; take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, back to the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- 21/7&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;No CCA this week(:&lt;br /&gt;Went to discovery center after school.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with &lt;s&gt;regiiiiiiiii&lt;/s&gt;SODIUM-NA!&lt;br /&gt;I listened to my IPod and she took my phone :D&lt;br /&gt;The bus that we sat was superrrrr comfy lah.&lt;br /&gt;The chair can move back like those coaches that go over night from SG to msia(psst, forgot what its called ._.)&lt;br /&gt;Sat in front of Ron and behind of Ju&amp;amp; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;Then Reggy said that with Ju's shaking, OSIM comfirm close shop already.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys (Ron, Liren, Joonweng, Yanzhang &amp;amp; some others) were very bad lor!&lt;br /&gt;They go call Audrey on bus and kept on shouting :"HELLO?" into the phone lah.&lt;br /&gt;After that, the rest of the bus trip was quite quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I koped lots of Darryl uncle's candies :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Got down of the damned bus.&lt;br /&gt;Si Darryl, Darren and Ron keep on disiaoing -.-&lt;br /&gt;Once i got off the bus with Juju, the 3 of them keep on "TI~" and "EH, THAT'S 1F'S BUS!" here and there till i got real fed up =.=&lt;br /&gt;Whacked all of them but they like bo chap like that -.-&lt;br /&gt;*keeps on hitting*&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the day was totally crap.&lt;br /&gt;Cept for the quiz section and the chinese opera section which made the whole class laugh like shitzxc.&lt;br /&gt;1e'08 girls rule :D&lt;br /&gt;We got the top score for that day okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Win 1fster's guys.&lt;br /&gt;1EIANS PWN 1FSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i never play at all leh.&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting there as a dummy for the guys to play.&lt;br /&gt;Victor and Yanzhang was playing.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Ju were badly surrounded that i had no space to breathe ._.&lt;br /&gt;For the Chinese opera section.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY LAH!&lt;br /&gt;The aunties that were giving us a talk us some of us up for hands-on.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUKNOWYOUKNOW, AW LI REN TIO!&lt;br /&gt;Super funny lah :D&lt;br /&gt;He wear the cheena ancient costume and looked like :&lt;br /&gt;1. A GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;2. A CAI SHEN YE!&lt;br /&gt;3. A GODDAMNIT GAY.&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Then he had to do some expression like fear, shy or something like that&lt;br /&gt;MADE THE WHOLE CLASS LAUGH LAHS!&lt;br /&gt;Whole class was laughing until stomach ache and laugh until got tears.&lt;br /&gt;ROFLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Super funny lahhhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, sat with Ju&lt;3 on the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;She very funny lahs, kept me entertained all the way back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, of course mah, my entertained &amp;amp; joker leh (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and damn zhuangpeng xiao di lah!&lt;br /&gt;He say i call him xiaodi, make him feel very small and made me call him uncle -.-&lt;br /&gt;So i granted his wish and his my AHPEK!&lt;br /&gt;Wah, that made him feel so much older &amp;amp; gives me a feeling of self-satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;Neh, but not fair leh, I'm born in Aug and he's in Oct ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- 22/7&lt;br /&gt;Not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and saw wingyan darling in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerup dear :D&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-8145353286362351054?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/8145353286362351054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=8145353286362351054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8145353286362351054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/8145353286362351054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/2008/07/gyaaaaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>boring life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646629449866748028</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-8750056587718703351.post-4085317804632418581</id><published>2008-07-21T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:16:48.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOSH PEOPLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;*proceeds to congrats myself for neglecting my blog for 10days*&lt;br /&gt;.___.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhkay.&lt;br /&gt;Today and yesterday was nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;so lets start with monday - friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-14/7&lt;br /&gt;alamakzx, got cca after school.&lt;br /&gt;Morning, had Home Ec practical alright.&lt;br /&gt;THAT DAMNIT SHAUN DIDN'T TELL OUR GROUP ANYTHING AT ALL #$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up most of us did not bring our containers and apron.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, being one of those first-time-cooking beginners, i went all pekchek just watching the fire.&lt;br /&gt;So i asked for help from Shahin and AddyAhGua :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went to wash stuffs instead :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-15/7&lt;br /&gt;boohoo D:&lt;br /&gt;It's all-cry-day.&lt;br /&gt;Tragic happened to me &amp;amp; ahju.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;All is fine now anyways (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for the hugs, comfort &amp;amp; JAMIE'S CANDY!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Juju, mai sad already lah.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-16/7&lt;br /&gt;Today's music the whole class were pissing Mdm Chen off :O&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha, i changed the lyrics of this year's national song.&lt;br /&gt;to...&lt;br /&gt;SHINE FOR &lt;s&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/s&gt; CYNTHIA POH!&lt;br /&gt;But seriously lah, this year's song is HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;And i really missed Mr Lim's music class last year :X&lt;br /&gt;then after music Jamie changed the lyrics to *coughs* something about ahju *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, went to accompany Jamie in school for lunch as she had CO :/&lt;br /&gt;We were taking her pics cause her hair was damnit messy :D&lt;br /&gt;Who knew, she took my wallet and ran ._.&lt;br /&gt;And forced us to delete the oh-so-nice pictures T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-17/7&lt;br /&gt;RAWR NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad day ahhhhhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy baka taught me a new way to cheat in art :D&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Shahin owes me bday present (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-18/7&lt;br /&gt;Wtf lah, was aching all over ):&lt;br /&gt;PE, had to practice 2.4 run.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, me and bird kept on overtaking boonkiat until he got all fed up and tried to catch up with us.&lt;br /&gt;Alamak BK, don't lose to us girls lah, jiayou :D&lt;br /&gt;After school, Mdm Ng came in and told us to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf also lah, only some people were involved.&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole class had to stay okay!&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the time of Mrs Ng coming in and dragged my time of meeting beloved Sheryl ):&lt;br /&gt;Then Ron invented something during the time Mdm Ng came in.&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Long (as in dragon.)&lt;br /&gt;Regina: Lei Gi Na (should be Lei Ji Na, but ron says the 'Ji' don't fit in there -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Jie Si Min (Jie :D)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ji Mi (WTF. All cause of ahbird lah, what jimmy jimmy.)&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui: Hui (since she already had the bird already.)&lt;br /&gt;Then 5 of us combined = LEI LONG JIE JI HUI.&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* translate into english *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to :D&lt;br /&gt;Biantai lah!&lt;br /&gt;After maths remedial, went to meet Sheryl @ CWP and ate at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I miss her loads and loads! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-4085317804632418581?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/4085317804632418581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=4085317804632418581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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previous post...&lt;br /&gt;well, your luck is good :D&lt;br /&gt;i deleted it :X&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to keep those emo stuffs in here :/&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;And to those who caught it, keep it to yourself (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a super hyper mood now thanks to jasmine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-3941347149243034688?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://super-duper-uber.blogspot.com/feeds/3941347149243034688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8750056587718703351&amp;postID=3941347149243034688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8750056587718703351/posts/default/3941347149243034688'/><link 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damned phone spoiled again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Every few hours the SIM card could not be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was walking home from tuition just now, (yes, it was raining.)&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to call Ma to bring an umbrella down for me.&lt;br /&gt;But that -'-ing phone's SIM card went sot at the wrong moment and could not be read again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Restarting the phone does no good.&lt;br /&gt;I got so pissed off that i just shut the whole phone down and ran home in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Was looking like some crazy-school-girl-in-white-with-metal-buttons running among the yellow -uniformed ADPS juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and became more pissed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Post again later, if i have the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8750056587718703351-872384354037459244?l=super-duper-uber.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8750056587718703351.post-4129917343887946722</id><published>2008-07-05T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:16:43.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheets :D&lt;br /&gt;These few days were quite fun, thus it gave me a sudden urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;Its almost a month since i have posted lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Hols &amp;amp; the first 2 weeks of school is over.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the company of my girlfriends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i changed my place :D&lt;br /&gt;Behind boonkiat now :X&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i never knew he was such a slacker and so fun to disiao :X&lt;br /&gt;And i'm now in front of joonweng and beside darryl ._.&lt;br /&gt;Behind darryl is Shahin and beside shahin is liren.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, almost all the di siao people near me.&lt;br /&gt;DIE T.T&lt;br /&gt;Pros: I can exchange place with Ron during some lessons and i will be near to almost all my best girlfriends :D And i can disiao darryl &amp;amp; boonkiat LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Mdm Ng is trying to tell me that i have not grown any taller by putting me in the 2nd row nearest to the white board -.- ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my group's IPW presentation was really a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;Its just so sad to be in a group full of asshole guys.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was friday and i spent my whole day at Ron's seat and he sat at mine.&lt;br /&gt;Win-win.&lt;br /&gt;He gets to be near the guys while i get to be near to my girls :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen to most of the lessons (cept for science, as we had to do some weird science experiment.)&lt;br /&gt;The guys had to dig their cheek cells and it was damn hilarious seeing zhuangpeng xiao didi digging his lah!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine &amp;amp; me = blur cocks ;O&lt;br /&gt;As said by regina.&lt;br /&gt;After recess was slack periods.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ng was criticizing  our work the whole 2 periods while i sang Jesse's songs with bird :D&lt;br /&gt;After that was free periods.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Ng was not around and we had compre practice to do.&lt;br /&gt;Joined tables with fangyi and did our work together :D&lt;br /&gt;We finished quite quickly and for the last 30minutes or so, me &amp;amp; bird were singing Jaychou's zui chang de dian ying to disturb reggy when she was trying to sing beautiful soul LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: sings (I don't want another pre...)&lt;br /&gt;JM&amp;amp;QH: sings (再给我两分钟~ 让我把记忆...)&lt;br /&gt;R: SHUT UP LAH!&lt;br /&gt;and it went on &amp;amp; on that i think people around us were fed up :X&lt;br /&gt;Quite an enjoyable day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was ALL- JEANS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wore jeans &amp;amp; home clothes to school.&lt;br /&gt;Very slack day, despite lessons still going on.&lt;br /&gt;Went on a history field trip to some weird museum after school.&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of pictures and well, i'll post the pictures most likely tomorrow and just let a picture speak a thousand words :D&lt;br /&gt;Zhuangpeng became xiaodidi while we were at the museum :D&lt;br /&gt;Even register number peoples~&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Jamie, Yanzhang, ZP, weizhou, weizhuang, ceyong started tearing off our stickers and pasting on each other, chasing around in the museum while waiting for the SLOW, SLOW, SLOW odd register number people to finish their tour -.-&lt;br /&gt;We finished real quick can.&lt;br /&gt;Then, nothing to do after the pasting-stickers-and-chasing-each-other-around fun and we went into this weird toy house.&lt;br /&gt;Then zhuangpeng became an emo boy and played with toys &amp;amp; read a book while sitting on a mat.&lt;br /&gt;And that was how he became XIAODIDI!&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;div 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