<?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-5516771510594429458</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:46:48.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebastian's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-426537277086288339</id><published>2009-04-04T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:11:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night is the darkest just before dawn breaks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumbledore : All this while?&lt;br /&gt;Snape : Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chinese orchestra practice again. It eradicates my confidence albeit I cling onto it dearly. It depletes my energy like a vortex, leaving me listless and defeated after every session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone once said '' We can't spell SUCCESS without U "&lt;br /&gt;I say '' Neither can you spell FAILURE without the U''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't be emotional anymore. I won't lie defeated. Yes, I am down, but not out. Failed? No. I merely discovered a thousand ways that wouldnt succeed. I got a A for physics common tests! Yes, I admit that was utterly randomly, but it's an improvement. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/5516771510594429458-426537277086288339?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/426537277086288339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=426537277086288339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/426537277086288339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/426537277086288339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-is-darkest-just-before-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-2265719129114857555</id><published>2009-03-17T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:47:13.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EightThreeOne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so glad to have you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have been texting her alot lately. Can't seem to stop thinking about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will be hating 22 March because I might not be able to do so anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I think I am getting random. Today C.O practice was considered good. Well, good for me since I made few mistakes. Oh Happy birthday debbie! So sorry that percussion forgotten about it. That's all. I think this post is ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-2265719129114857555?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2265719129114857555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=2265719129114857555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2265719129114857555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2265719129114857555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2009/03/eightthreeone-i-am-so-glad-to-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-2929246757920801659</id><published>2009-02-28T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:13:49.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhausted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I am exhausted. I really am. Why can't you just be stronger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-2929246757920801659?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2929246757920801659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=2929246757920801659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2929246757920801659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2929246757920801659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhausted-i-am-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-1908171016157138264</id><published>2009-01-16T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:49:20.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhaustion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291918593315518610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SXCr7D7bOJI/AAAAAAAAASw/gO7UdMtN0zQ/s320/Malaysiansigns31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To Yuheng, Waeting, Ninet, Peiming and whoever who requested me to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes. That is the first thing I thought of when I started blogging. The first week of school is finally over! I had been sleeping late throughout the entire week trying to complete my holidays assignments. Do not misunderstand me by thinking that I must have studied and completed the majority. It is just because that I am relatively slower in absorbing knowledge and doing homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week had been filled with activities. Last Saturday, Yuheng, Waeting, Xuanhan, Ninet and me celebrated Ninet's 18th birthday. Went to play mahjong at Waeting's house. I was the ultimate winner of 4 rounds despite being a beginner :D Too bad we did not manage to take photos that day, so I can't upload anything up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291918005496108306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SXCrY2IW1RI/AAAAAAAAASo/lbJo2f1Pe_I/s320/par1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Thursday, I went to Bishan with Rachel, Erika and Zhechaw to meet Timothy. Ajay joined us afterwards. Timothy is leaving us today to study in United States. It's rather sad to learn that 2 of our OG members had already left Anderson. As much as Timothy's departure left me fuming about Singapore's education system, I would still like to express my gratitude towards this friend and wish him all the best for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, went out with CO members to dine at Pizza Hut. I got massively suanned by all of them. In fact, I am still trying to figure out why my classmates defined me as a very suannable person. And yes, I think that is all for this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh wait, I would also like to congratulate myself that my new way of studying is seeing some light. I really do hope to make further improvements. God, please do bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-1908171016157138264?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1908171016157138264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=1908171016157138264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/1908171016157138264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/1908171016157138264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhaustion-duh-to-yuheng-waeting-ninet.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SXCr7D7bOJI/AAAAAAAAASw/gO7UdMtN0zQ/s72-c/Malaysiansigns31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-1467037303822955604</id><published>2008-12-31T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:10:22.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A New Beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all, I would like to wish my family members and all my friends a happy new year. I hope that all of your endeavours will see results in this new year and pray that everyone would stay healthy and live in bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrated with Chinese Orchestra members in a chalet somewhere in Pasir Ris today. It was definitely fun hanging out with them again. I couldn't stay overnight due to some personal reasons though. Xueying actually came for the gathering with her sister! To be honest, she looked very different nowadays. Couldnt quite pinpoint the exact difference except that she's very beautiful now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went home with Qiaohui afterwards. Much gratitude to Xuanhan who actually brought us to the MRT station from the chalet. Qiaohui and I were like getting panicky and fidgety as we were worried that we might miss the last train. That's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although I agree that every second can actually be a new beginning for anyone, but obviously, affected by the mundane significance placed on 1st of January, I would like to tell everyone that even though the past is final and definite, we can always still change the future. Focussing on what you have already lost will only make you lose more. So, I will conclude my post with a short prose I strongly believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is a gift, and that is why it is called the Present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-1467037303822955604?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1467037303822955604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=1467037303822955604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/1467037303822955604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/1467037303822955604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-6406410080118418940</id><published>2008-12-27T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:49:03.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's When I Loved You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284514657040267314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZeFP86-DI/AAAAAAAAARw/hxb7JnnSPSg/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;iRock :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello friends! After multiple reminders and nagging from Huiyun, which included three capitalised sucker on my MSN chat window early in the morning and late at night, I am here to update my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First Week- Played an MMORPG named TricksterOnline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second Week- Realised with a jolt that I am down for maths remedial and completed 2/3 of the remedial assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd Week- Chinese Orchestra practice everyday + played another MMORPG called Fairyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th Week- Went to Beijing and met a really beautiful girl who was from my tour group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5th Week- Realised I am dead because my holidays assignments are untouched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, if that was a General Paper assignment, I daresay I would have scored full marks for the summary section. ^^ Pardon me friends, I will be utterly random in this post because I am feeling so restless Anyway, I won't be posting my pictures from Beijing yet,because the quality of the one you saw above is horrendous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yesterday, at approximately 1.30 a.m in the morning, me and my brother watched a movie from Thailand. Now now, don't be a racist and give me that disgusted look because you think movies from Thailand would either involve ghosts, demons, black-magic, transexuals or whatsoever. There is no doubt that my very accusal is effectively showing my previous misunderstandings about movies made in Thailand. But, this movie, titled My Girl is splendid and would leave your mind thinking of it for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is about this young man who received a wedding invitation from a friend, Noi Nah, whom he had not meet for thirteen years upon his arrival back home after studying overseas. Then there's this flashback, which takes us back to the 1970s or 1980s ( that, I am not sure) and portrays his childhood with Noi Nah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the young man's (Jeab) childhood, his over concerned mother forbid him to cross a busy road to play with other boys. As a result, he could only play with the girls living at his side of the street. One particular girl in that street was Noi Nah. They grew up together and became great friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, as years passed by, Jeab began to grew tired of playing with Noi Nah and decided to befriend the other boys. In the process of trying to impress the other boys, Jeab eventually hurt Noi Nah terribly. Ridden with guilt, Jeab did not dare to look for her and apologise for what he had done. Subsequently, the girl moved away without telling him and they lost contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, at this point of time, I realised that my review isn't doing justice to the movie at all. In fact, it is grossly underated. The movie is actually really fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of Jeab and Noi Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZmAsWdoLI/AAAAAAAAASA/uEm5xUgQDXA/s1600-h/fanchan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284523374857265330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZmAsWdoLI/AAAAAAAAASA/uEm5xUgQDXA/s320/fanchan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZlzAW8znI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9p6ExSmODSg/s1600-h/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284523139709849202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZlzAW8znI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9p6ExSmODSg/s320/love1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you think that they looked really sweet together? Now take a look at them all grown up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZmyS8KbCI/AAAAAAAAASI/VQ7n2owasYw/s1600-h/fc04c4fca405dfeafc037f9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284524227029527586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZmyS8KbCI/AAAAAAAAASI/VQ7n2owasYw/s320/fc04c4fca405dfeafc037f9c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZnbOB-2yI/AAAAAAAAASY/YWDBPZ5_mps/s1600-h/charlie-trairat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284524930086394658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZnbOB-2yI/AAAAAAAAASY/YWDBPZ5_mps/s320/charlie-trairat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So guys, since holidays are not over yet, maybe you guys should catch the movie! Okay, time to request for my paycheck from the My Girl ( Fan Chan) producers. Good Night :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-6406410080118418940?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6406410080118418940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=6406410080118418940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6406410080118418940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6406410080118418940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-when-i-loved-you-irock-d-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SVZeFP86-DI/AAAAAAAAARw/hxb7JnnSPSg/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-8734077847480081718</id><published>2008-10-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:15:14.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just had another quarell with my family. As usual, tears of anger flooded my brother's eyes while my mother is busying herself with housework chores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I do wonder, why am I always the one putting up with everything? I can tolerate a multitude of insults, jeers, snide remarks, sarcasm, scoldings and humiliation. I can even tolerate it when people blamed me for something I never did or maligned me. You may think that's foolish. Why not rage and cry over all these grievances? People might be more sensitive about your emotions and more careful with their words. Why hide in all in the deepest and darkest corner in your heart? Why only let the melancholy overcome you when you're alone? Why not start dropping a tear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that's just not what I would do. I just don't get aggitated and go berserk over such misfortunes. I won't start slamming doors and throwing anything I could grab. I do feel sad, but I won't cry and start slitting my arms, legs and wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do I do then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;None of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tolerate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps it's because of this characteristic of mine. People always seem to take advantage of it. My brother was using both the television and the computer earlier. I asked him if he could just ue one of them and let me use the other. He said no. This little disagreement ended up with both my mother and her son screaming at me. Both went into their rooms then. I stayed in the living room and took deep breaths. I will tolerate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know how long this characteristic of mine would last. Neither do I know what would happen to me when I can no longer tolerate. Whisperingroads, sometimes tolerating all these could leave me trembling uncontrollaby. It's so fortunate I could pour everything here. Really. You have my utmost gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-8734077847480081718?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8734077847480081718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=8734077847480081718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8734077847480081718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8734077847480081718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/tolerance-just-had-another-quarell-with.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-3993902313781376648</id><published>2008-10-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:04:15.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Walking On Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be Warned. The contents of the front part of this post will be definitely unrelated to you and undoubtedly boring. Please proceed to the questionaire instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good day folks! Pleasure to see you guys again! A concise update about me. I have gotten back the results of my Promotional Exams for quite a period of time. The results just don't seem to be proportional to the efforts put in. No point mulling over it now though. I managed to secure 2 Higher two and 2 Higher one passes. Its supposed to allow me to promote,but regrettably, Chinese couldnt be counted as one T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, our group went to Bishan library for our project work. I remembered that I was very irritated and displeased over certain behaviors of my groupmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, one of my groupmates told me he couldn't make it to our meetings during the weekends. It is rather understandable because he had to celebrate his birthday with his relatives and his friends during the 2 days. However, when we asked him to stay back on Friday to complete our Written Report, he actually produced a lame excuse about having to retrieve his repaired phone. As a matter of fact, all the other members have completed their parts by then and were preparing to collate them, he was the only who hasnt and yet he refused to stay back with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, our report has exceeded the word limit of 3000 words. Yes, I understand the need to summarise and make our report as concise as possible. However, reducing wordcount on the expense of the clarity and designated impact of sentences and points is unintelligible, the sentence would be a mere combination of words, impossible to understand and close to senseless garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gahh, I really have to stop venting my emotions here. Besides, all of us are doing everything for the goodwill of our group, except in different ways, no point whining ehh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yahh this is the questionaire waeting wanted me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last person who tagged me : Waeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your relationship with him/her is : good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your impression of him/her : jovial and lame xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most memorable thing he/she done for you : hmm, a shower of little nice stuff, but it adds up you see ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most memorable thing he/she said to you: you're very lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will : be Jiro? thats the only guy she's devoted to xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, things that he/she have to improve on: I have no idea of the desired qualities Jiro wnts for a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be : Jiro is ghay and in love with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most desired thing you want to do now is : Finish my novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall impression of him/her : Nice and lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How you think people around you feel about: Weird and flirtatous? Although I deny the latter with utmost ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The character you love about yourself is : Optimism is one of my best traits xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the contrary, the character you hate about yourself : you mean characteristics -.- , hmm I get nervous and panicked every easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most ideal person I want to be : I am at peace with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pass this to 10 person you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yuheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Francesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Misshelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siowyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sharleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xuanhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peiming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seniors ( any 1 of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who is no.6 having a relationship with : No one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is no.9 a male or a female: Supposedly female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If no.7 and no.10 is together, will it be a good thing? : Depends on which senior you're talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about no.5 and no.8: Singapore doesn't really encourage such relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is no.2 studying about: Pure geography and double sciences if I am not wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3: Currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What music band does no.8 like : Fahrenheit I presume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does no.1 have any siblings? : 2 elder sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you woo no.3 : It would be impossible xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about no.7: No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whats the surname of no.5? : Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hobby of no.4? : Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do no.5 and no.9 get along? They don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where is no.2 studying at? Deyi Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say something casually about no.1? : hes my best buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you tried to develop feelings with no.8? Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where does no.9 live at? Opps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What colours does no.4 likes? Hmm white, pink and pale blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are no.1 and no.5 best friends? Total strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does no.7 like no.2? They don't each other too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you get to know no.2? Through Clarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does no.1 have any pets? Dog and tortoise? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is no.7 the scariest person on the world? No, he's the lamest I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Done. OMG. This questionaire took up so much of my time! Almost an hour. Its definitely like an exam paper. Hoppee I don't phaill ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta go now. Goodbye =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-3993902313781376648?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3993902313781376648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=3993902313781376648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3993902313781376648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3993902313781376648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-on-air-good-day-folks-pleasure.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-4667810068007885376</id><published>2008-09-29T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:06:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's Nothing Left To Say But Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be it a cliche or not, I do have to say time flies like an arrow. The instant I typed the previous sentence, a sense of familiarity overcame me. I could clearly remember telling myself that after I was done with my O levels and then feeling the opposite when I had my first lesson in Anderson. Promotional Examinations is finally over. Looks like it will take another few more months for me to regret saying what I said in the first sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh. And about the Promos. I am clear that I didn't do it well at all. All too clear. Also, I noticed that my right arm was trembling and aching throughout all of the papers. It made writing difficult and my words illegible and I wonder what was the cause of it. In addition, I realised that my whole mind tends to blank out when I was doing the papers and yet I have no problems in solving those questions at home. So what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this year I have been pushing myself way too hard. The laidback and relaxed Sebastian virtually ceased to exist. Although I hate admitting it. I am really stressed. Really really so. Sometimes I could find it so hard to breathe during my nights that I could lay awake for 3 hours and go back to school again. If Stress would be the reason that I will have to repeat junior 1 again, I could only tell myself that I have learnt a lesson. Pressure only undermines one's capability.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that I wouldn't repeat then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A switch of topics to make events lighter. Ever since exams ended, I have been spending long hours in the libraries, reading novels and comics. I absolutely enjoy hanging out in places with loads and loads of books! Mind you, not textbooks. I love the feeling of being so deeply engrossed in a story that I feel that I am part of it. And everytime I flip the last crisp page of the book and close the cover, I feel a lingering sadness in me. Oh I am getting too emotional am I! Anyway, this is all I have to say for now and not forgetting PERCUSSION rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seniors, Shawn especially, thank you. I am really really grateful for those messages. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-4667810068007885376?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4667810068007885376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=4667810068007885376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4667810068007885376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4667810068007885376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-nothing-left-to-say-but-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-4420614795564567385</id><published>2008-08-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:20:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mixed Emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, Singapore's table tennis team made it into the semi-finals of the Olympic Games! I can still remember the cheers, applauds, boos, dissappointment and joy from my schoolmates throughout the game. It is one of the rare times when I felt that I am so fortunate to be able to live in Singapore. Patriotism? I don't know. I just happened to realise that I do love Singapore alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I made a startling discovery today. There are people in AJ who don't really like my character and attitude. I shouldn't say that it was a surprise though. I do notice that I possess some irritating habits. But I think that the person whom I shall not name, misunderstood me. I am certainly not someone as she perceive to be. People who knows me well will know I am extremely sensitive. I remember every single comment made on me. Be it my character , attitude or whatsoever. However, this time , I told that I would never allow opinions of others to affect me again, but that doesn't mean that I will not change myself when I discover my flaws. It just means that I won't be upset over them anymore. Let me quote a sentence that I strongly believe in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no need for explanations. Your friends won't need them and your enemies won't believe them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is also something Siowyun and June strongly disagree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that people who read this post will find themselves lost. Because I am just typing out everything that flows into my mind without making any effort to rephrase them in a coherent manner. Afterall , this is whispering roads , not some General paper essay. In addition to that , I am formulating dozens of arguements and examples to counter that of my brother's. He is absolutely unreasonable and when I told him not to spoil my Psp by not putting on its cover, he argued that the scratches inflicted on the slim body of my psp ( personification?lol) cannot be considered as an act of spoiling as his definition of spoilt is only limited to the malfunctioning of the object. Totally absurd.Promotional exams is coming in 4 weeks time. I will have to start preparing now. I hope I won't retain. Dear God, please bless me. Oh and before I forget, here's what Roxane wanted. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Roxane, you are super ultra nice and cute.&lt;/span&gt; lols. See ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-4420614795564567385?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4420614795564567385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=4420614795564567385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4420614795564567385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4420614795564567385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-3112581190912593449</id><published>2008-07-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:03:42.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you think that perfection does not exist in our lives. It may not be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perfection comes once we have learnt how to embrace imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saw the above in a show. Found it extremely meaningful and decided to share =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yah! Today, me, Siowyun, June and Sharleen practised 龙腾虎跃 again with the help from Shawn. I think that our percussion improves by bounds everytime she comes to help us with our practise. We are so blessed to have a senior like her and I also hope to learn to give that kind of assurance to my juniors just like Shawn does. And of course, we are thankful to Hanwei who came around too. Although I still think she behaves like a kid. e.g. whining when Shawn asked her to go to the conductor stand to watch us perform. Everything went well and we performed the whole song for the first time in front of a C.O teacher. But I must really improve on giving signals to my friends when I start as well paying more attention to their speeds. Yup. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-3112581190912593449?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3112581190912593449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=3112581190912593449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3112581190912593449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3112581190912593449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfection-if-you-think-that-perfection.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-5711916134044479201</id><published>2008-07-19T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:47:44.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be At Peace With Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post will be my confession. All these years, I have to admit that I have never been really glad for being myself. Sounds confusing? To put it into simpler terms, I am just unhappy with myself. I have always felt flawed. Flawed in countless ways. Some of these flaws are so prominent and noticeable ( my height for example), some are concealed almost perfectly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many times I feel so imperfect. But this sentence would sound very misleading as no one is perfect, so I think incomplete would be a more suitable term. Just like a bird that couldn't fly, a song without its chorus, a one-winged angel. Incomplete. Flawed. A mistake, an accident, a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been searching for a very long time. There are people who says that everyone has his own unique talent. I strongly believed in that then. I admire alot of people. People around me who probably don't believe me when I tell them. People who are intelligent, confident, courageous, and talented in so many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I study very hard and yet my grades is much poorer than those who put in half as much as effort as I do. I am not good in music either, people could learn what I took weeks to learn in a few hours. My body isn't in the best condition. I couldn't breathe well and I am sick so often. Recently, someone told me I couldn't breathe, hear or see well. Something that I found myself agreeing. I am not good-looking and all sorts of stuff. I am not good in anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still remember praying for all these stuff every night before I sleep. Telling myself that perhaps my sincere prayers will move God into giving me something. I didn't get anything I prayed for still. But I don't blame God. His ways are beyond our understanding and thats probably why so many people believe in him. I have always changed myself to suit the world. Conformed myself so that I would be accepted. I hope that isn't shameful. Afterall, who doesn't wish to be accepted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, when I was walking to the supermarket, I suddenly understood something. I want to be at peace with myself. Our world's system, is shaped for the majority. Studies, Music, Everything. People are taken to be successful if they can earn millions, if they are excellent in studies, if they are marvellous in music. These are all for the majority, isn't it? Since I am good at none of these. Why conform myself to suit the majority and end up feeling flawed, imcomplete and unhappy? Why be a penjuin who yearns for flight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am tired of changing and my previous lifestyle. Exhausted from yearning acceptance from everyone. Fatigued from restraining myself so that people will not dislike me. Weary from not being myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Therefore, I promised myself. Sebastian should just be Sebastian. Why change? If you yourself dislike yourself. Who wouldn't? Be at peace with yourself and live life happily. Yes. That will be what I will be doing for the rest of my life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-5711916134044479201?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5711916134044479201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=5711916134044479201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5711916134044479201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5711916134044479201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-at-peace-with-yourself-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-5403433105790514430</id><published>2008-07-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:06:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop Thinking About Her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because you really shouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-5403433105790514430?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5403433105790514430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=5403433105790514430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5403433105790514430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5403433105790514430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-thinking-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-4491258517233359878</id><published>2008-06-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:00:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Feels Good To Have Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey buddy! It's already the third day I have been neglecting my schoolwork. I am feeling quite guilty. Differentiation , Chemical energetics , Circular motions tutorials as well as the much dreaded physics E lecture I am supposed to watch during June holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh yah. I enjoyed these few days alot. Yesterday I went to Sakae Sushi to feast with Yuheng and Jaykay. After that we went home and bathed and went out again to meet Xuanhan , Waeting and Ninet. ^^ Played pool , arcades and bowling. I love going out with them man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today went to Swiss and mucked around with Percussion. Oh , and I realised that Milo Chendol is not a drink. Its a dessert.-.- Treated Jiaying and her juniors some peach thingey and went home afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ELAINE IS A VERY LOL GIRL. Firstly she have some major self denial problem and can denies everything. Virtually everything. Then I realised she can LOL in front of people over very very lame matters. And she has like a hundred different images! lols. Oh , I forgot to add, she is super high at times. xD ELAINE! Remember the secret meeting arh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmx. I shall study tomorrow! oh yah , sorry abt the randomness. But I played Gunbound a few hours ago. lol. The nostalgia. Amusing. Time flies like an arrow. Oh I played around 30 rounds with Kenneth and I managed to won 3-4. I wonder what happened. Totally owned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh. Did I mention to you that I haven't been hearing things properly for quite a time? I got tired of it and went for a checkup today. Turns out to be the credit of my nose sensitivity. I didn't know my nose sensitivity is so serious. Well I know it acts up when the air is dirty , when I am stressed or nervous and stuff like that. But now the doctor says it will affect my hearing as well and I will have to go for an operation soon. A minor one that is. Mum's scolding me because I am wasting alot of her money on medical bills again. Mum , if you ever get to read this. I am sorry for that. But I am born like that. Do you really thought I enjoy being sick? Its not as if I am not feeling anything when I am sick. Sometimes I am super exhausted from trying to breathe properly. It can be super noisy and irritating. I always find it difficult to concentrate during lessons and examinations because of it. I don't like it either. I hate it. Detests it. Abhhors it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. The title of this post isnt meant to be emo. ^^ If my memory doesn't fail me , it is what Luna Lovegood said to Harry Potter in Half Blood Prince. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-4491258517233359878?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4491258517233359878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=4491258517233359878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4491258517233359878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4491258517233359878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-feels-good-to-have-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-2014632213720070370</id><published>2008-06-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:37:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SGPMuijKi9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQih1TAlzto/s1600-h/Aerith.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216237893345512402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SGPMuijKi9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQih1TAlzto/s320/Aerith.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Ending Of The Beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy :) The dreaded Mid year examinations is finally over! I can conclude that I fared pretty badly , given the time I spent in revision. More than 5 hours of studying for a month. I can't imagine what I will get for Mathematics though lol. I have to thank alot of people! Especially you June! You can't imagine how boring it is to study all day. Its so fortunate that I have someone to disturb everyday xD. Hey mum! I bet you will read this and will start mumbling why I didn't mention you! Of course , I wouldn't forget my crappy mum who crapped along with us during our revision in the midnights! Thanks for always telling stories I have heard mum xD AND I WANNA GOOO ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes!The picture above is one of the characters in my all time favourites! Aerith in Final fantasy Crisis Core xD. More pictures next time! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or The Beginning Of The Ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-2014632213720070370?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2014632213720070370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=2014632213720070370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2014632213720070370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2014632213720070370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/ending-of-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/SGPMuijKi9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/xQih1TAlzto/s72-c/Aerith.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-2883076680703017948</id><published>2008-06-19T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:24:27.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;While You Yearn To Be Trusted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday , I had another 'family gathering' in MSN with june and jeza mum. During the conversation , we brushed across this topic about trust and it inspired me to pen down my thoughts. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised that in Life, be it couples bonded by matrimony, family tied by blood relations, friends drawn by common interests and many many more. We would often hear them having problems in trusting one another. I believe that ''Why can't you trust me? '' isn't anything uncommon in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I often wonder why would people ask such a question. To me , the answer lies within another question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What have you done to make people trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Trust have to be earned. It's pointless to blame your spouse , family and friends for not trusting you. Sometimes, instead of asking why , we should ask why not? The latter is often much less complicated than the former , yet much more accurate. Only by learning from the past, then can we change our future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust. This simple yet ironically profound word holds alot of meaning to me. I have more often been trusted by people around me than the opposite. People share their secrets, fears , joy and sorrow with me. I don't know why they do , but I don't seek to know either. As for myself , I love to trust people too. Trusting someone brings me such joy, because I know myself well. My heart will only open to people close to me, dear to me. That is perhaps the reason behind my random disclosure of secrets to my friends. My friends are often puzzled by such an act too. Why would Sebastian tell me that suddenly? It's because I realise that you're someone I can entrust my secrets with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For all my life, I have always trusted. Every close friend to me is represented by a piece of white paper in my heart. And I will pen down my secrets on this piece of paper. Sadly , I often had to remove that piece of paper forever. I remembered the time I trusted my best friend and almost got blind , when I trusted my girlfriend and got deceived for 2 years and so much more that I don't bother to remember anymore. These incidents changed me alot. I realised I tend to hide alot of my thoughts and feelings from my friends and family. Worst of all , I only realised this recently , when I discovered even when I am praying , I omitted things that I don't want God to know. Hiding from God? That's insane. But please my friend , don't misunderstand me :) I still believe in trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have received several complaints that my blog is post emo. Though what they said was ' damn emo'. This is something that I deny to my fullest ability. I perceive 'emo' as a state of emotion when someone gives in to self pity as well as a plea for attention. I am definitely not doing anything like that. My posts are hardly written when I am in tears or whatsoever , and are purely thoughts and whispers from my heart voiced through a medium. This medium is of course , known as whisperingroads :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Long To Trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-2883076680703017948?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2883076680703017948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=2883076680703017948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2883076680703017948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2883076680703017948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-you-yearn-to-be-trusted.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-5449399045021828625</id><published>2008-06-18T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:16:10.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Observe And Learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything happened within expectations. Except that I failed to realise that people could actually forgive when in doubt. A feat that I once thought impossible. But something upsetted me though, which is absurd. How can something possibly upset you when you knew it would happen? I don't know. But thats how I felt. God granted me the ability to observe people and things around me. I shall treasure it , and learn using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-5449399045021828625?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5449399045021828625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=5449399045021828625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5449399045021828625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5449399045021828625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/observe-and-learn-everything-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-7858997115737084163</id><published>2008-06-14T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:11:38.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmmx. Recently , people have been telling me that my blog is very emo. Well so I thought writing something else might liven things up ^^ Preparation for exams is quite stressful. My brother had told me for the past few weeks , I have been reciting formulas and definitions in my sleep. Scary eh? Sometimes I don't even know if I am sleeping or not. I kept dreaming of myself studying and doing tutorials and stuff. And whenever night time comes, I will start to feel very very frightened. Sometimes I even feel like crying. I know its weird. But I can't help it. Actually it is so pressurising because I ain as fast as my friends to grasp formulas and theories. But whatever, I am tired of trying to do as well as them. So I will just try my best and listen to what june taught me. Put everything and everyone aside and just do your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we celebrated June's birthday. I have been making mental notes to look for any nice stuff I could get for her birthday since she told me her birthday. But sadly, I couldn't get anythng really nice and unique =( Anyway, June had this new hairstyle that she said it makes her look like a maid. Well I don't know. I thought it was pretty nice =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Ajco percussion is damn fun to be with. I will be missing them loads after my seniors leave. I still don't like the idea of being the only guy in my section. Kanananananana is fun to bully mentally and emotionally. Please note that I omitted physically because I am currently( and I doubt I will ever be) unable to bully him physically yet =) RELAX SEBASTIAN. Everything will go fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-7858997115737084163?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7858997115737084163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=7858997115737084163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7858997115737084163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7858997115737084163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-june-hmmmx.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-6388932285965406662</id><published>2008-06-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:24:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;We Parted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exhausted today. Haven't been sleeping for more than 5 hours for the whole week. But I will do well for my exams. I have to. People say you can do it as long as you trust yourself. I believe I am not dumb or slow. Yupps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What's broken is broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So why not leave it that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Even if you mend it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it will be scarred and ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nothing like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So we can meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-6388932285965406662?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6388932285965406662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=6388932285965406662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6388932285965406662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6388932285965406662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-parted.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-1007728324367788631</id><published>2008-05-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:14:51.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are times I feel like crying and say '' I can't go on anymore..''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't say I have a bad life all these years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little different. Yes I agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family isn't wealthy , but I haven't experienced poverty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact , I might be more blessed than many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If so, why am I sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have high hopes placed upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes. High hopes. High up in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't dissappointed her so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime when I think of failures, I thought of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will try my very best to avoid failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But as time passes. Things get harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have a chance to fail. I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told a friend not to be too upset by comparisons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I ask myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Can you practise what you preach?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes. I am surrounded by amazing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My relatives. My cousins. Everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why compare me with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not as outstanding as them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel life is so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't I have everything other people have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shouldn't say this. I know I shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are alot more people leading miserable lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I just can't stop myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, I believe I am alot better than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I couldn't go as far due to my restraints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it isn't your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I am really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how hard it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To perform as well as people who have alot more than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear that I will show you successes don't only belong to the rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I am truly exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am tired of being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But none of you understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-1007728324367788631?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1007728324367788631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=1007728324367788631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/1007728324367788631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/1007728324367788631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/wealth-and-poverty.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-861108496118386531</id><published>2008-05-24T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:06:48.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nothing But The Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't care how the whole world feels about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love doesn't blind me and this is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are beautiful,intelligent,do believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forever I will remain truthful to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comparison hurts , I know , dear angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But please remember,you are always perfect to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-861108496118386531?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/861108496118386531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=861108496118386531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/861108496118386531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/861108496118386531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-but-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-8166319293970387455</id><published>2008-05-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:26:03.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You Mum..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sure all of you have heard about the recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devasting&lt;/span&gt; earthquake in China. I received this touching story recently and thought I should share it with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;母爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;四川大地震摧毁了无数个美满幸福的家庭，在这场大灾难中，有人抱着亲人等候死神的来临，更有无数的舍身救人的感人故事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在其中一个灾场，抢救人员在废墟中发现一名女子，双手扶着地支撑身体，救援人员确认她已死亡。准备转移到下一个建筑物时，救援队长有所发现，他费力把手伸进死者下搜索，摸了几下高声叫喊：有人！有个孩子，还活着！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;经过一番努力，将压着她的东西清理后，见她身下有一张红色带黄花的被子，包着一名三个月大的男婴。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;孩子安详的睡这。因为母亲的身体保护，孩子没有受伤还安详的睡着。随行医生解开被子替男婴检查，发现有一部手机赛在里面，医生下意识看了手机屏幕，见到母亲留给孩子的短讯：亲爱的宝贝，如果你能活着，一定要记住我爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After reading this message, I was deeply moved and almost teared. It reminded me of how much my mum have done for me and I promise I will never let her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This message also answered one of the unsolved question I always had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All this while , I have often been wondering what makes human so different from animals. Wisdom? Not necessarily, it cannot be denied that some animals possesses knowledge far beyond us. After pondering over this question for a long period of time, I came to a conclusion. Love. Unlike animals , we do not simply mate with one another for offsprings. We search far and wide for our other halves , believing that true love will bring our destined one to us. We, unlike animals, do not eat our family members even though we might be starving. We know how to love one another. Doesn't this make us different from them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However , after meeting a girl in AJC, Siowyun, my beliefs have been shaken. According to her , the love that Man are so proud of , proclaiming it to be the reason we are different from animals are merely the effects our hormones have on us. Hormones? Does this mean that our love is controlled by hormones and not the way we feel? Is love really not noble at all , just an effect that are caused by the needs of our physical shell? If so , what is there to be proud of? Siowyun. You really affected me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, after reading the message above, I am extremely glad that hormones are not the sole reason behind the love we have with other people. Why? Our body , is created in a way that we will always protect ourselves. Our brain is programmed in a way that we will always put our safety as our greatest priority and our natural reaction in the face of danger would be to escape and save ourselves. However , this mother here , sacrificed her life for her son. Now , does it really show that our love is determined by our physical selves? Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I told myself to control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet I find myself looking out for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't like the idea of paying so much attention to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though she probably have no idea that I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its a paradox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A painful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To keep my feelings for her a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even though my heart is wishing for her to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-8166319293970387455?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8166319293970387455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=8166319293970387455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8166319293970387455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8166319293970387455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-7601615498428603674</id><published>2008-05-15T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:20:02.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If Only You Knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life have been stupid recently. I can't believe I actually broke a pipette and drived the sharp edge right into my index finger 2 days ago. Ow. Jc isn't sweet. I failed every single test I took except for GP and Chinese. Practically. PCMEPE. Know whats that? Its physics chemistry maths economics and physical education. Yes. Physical education. I flunked that too. I just don't understand why I just keep dozing off during lectures. Eating sweets doesn't help either. God. I am killing myself. Percussion might be having a mass camp in Hanwei The Harmless' condo tomorrow. And I bought myself a new watch. This post is very random but I am just being so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I couldn't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-7601615498428603674?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7601615498428603674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=7601615498428603674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7601615498428603674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7601615498428603674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-only-you-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-7571343066043806202</id><published>2008-05-09T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:43:28.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unprecedented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay , I know I am pretty slow in updating this, but if you're a J1 in AJC, you will probably understand the reasons behind such inefficiency. But , let's get straight to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Anderson Chinese Orchestra Concert is officially over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would say that the concert was a great success , though I would have to admit I marred it a little as I made countless mistakes throughout the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have reasons to celebrate and mourn at the same time. The concert's success is something worth to be proud and happy for, but at the same time , our seniors' departure is definitely melancholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this is for the despirited J1s who are upset by their seniors' departure , and the enthusiastic J2s who are sad as they are departing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We shan't be sad that everything is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But glad, because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Millions of thanks to all the J2s , my dearest percussion ( look Jezebel , its an adjective.) , all the teachers in charge and although I hate to say this, our conductor. I am not finished yet , I am only thanking him for his critisms , which made me relooked at my standards and asked my seniors for help to correct them. These people , except Snape (duh) , encouraged me and taught me how to improve and I am greatly thankful for these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's what I have to say to Percussion. In order to counter the complaints that I will no doubt receive from Celest and Jezabel if I didn't write about them first, ( I am taking precautions in advance) I will go according to Alphabetical order. Due to my limited vocabulary , please ignore the countless repetitions of several words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Celest: You are very lame Celest. Perhaps one of the greatest lamers I have ever witnessed in my life. I think that you're the reason for the word. But I have to admit that you are super creative and innovative. You can come up with arguments , scoldings ( Bunny Demon and the B1 , 2 and 3s) and actions ( Sebbie Cheer) that are not undertaken by mankind. For this , you have my greatest respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay la. Enough of suaning you. I really thank you for helping me so much since I joined C.O. Teaching me how to play certain songs and which parts to focus on. Scolding snape for me for as long as I can remember. You're really a caring and nice senior. Thank you so much =] By the way , I don't speak to Kenneth differently because I am a gay okay. It is because he told me that you girls are allowed to suan him because he won't hit girls when I was suanning him one time. This reply make me reconsider my policy of suanning my seniors. So you cannot blame me for not suanning him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Hanwei : Hanwei! Still remembered I told everyone you're the most harmless senior? I meant that you're super nice. ^^ Thank you for helping me so much when I was practising 阿瓦山 , such as giving me beats , telling me which notes to play, who to look out for when I am lost in the song and practising with me for countless times with admirable patience. Thank you so much for helping me! I promise I won't scare you with bugs next time okay? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Jezabel : Jezi mum! I still remembered how you introduced yourself as Pig when I first met you and the others. Indeed an outstanding but stupid move. =x Lols I have to thank you for like so many things. So I will do it in point form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Supporting me when I came for the interview for the appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Cheering for me after I finished playing 龙腾虎跃 in front of snape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Helping me when I was first asked to sight read 石板姚鼓. (Ignore the wrong chinese characters!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Scolding Snape for me when I was utterly humiliated by him for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Scolding Snape for me for the rest of the time when I am in CO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Practising and teaching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Defended me from B1 lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're one of my lamest seniors lah! Continue singing weird parodies and doing ur squid-like hand signs! You rock! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Kenneth : Kenneth! Percussion's sacrificial lamb! After being in percussion for quite a period of time , I can finally understand why you behave eccentrically at some times. I admire your courage and resilience in your one on seven battle in percussion. You have to deal with Shawn's impressive skills and Celest's crap at the same timef or 1 whole year. This is no ordinary feat as I have also tasted Celest's crap before which often makes me wonder if I would prefer to have my head decapitated. Also I have to thank you for countless stuff. You have really taught me alot since I entered percussion. Almost every single song I performed in the concert was under you and Shawn's guidance. I am really appreciative for your advice on how to play the tubular bells loudly and properly. You are a great senior Kenneth , thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Shawn : Shawn. You have really changed my impression of girls. You are so talented in percussion that your skills, taifeng and sightread impresses me everytime. It's no wonder why Snape never scolded you in his life. I couldn't think of a reason to scold someone as good as you too. Unless he want to scold you for announcing to the whole word you farted. By the way , I couldn't emphasize enough that I am not underestimationg girls. I always knew that girls could be good in percussion. It is just that your skills are beyond an average human being and that was why I am so astounded and surprised when I saw you play for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also I want to thank you for teaching me so much ever since I entered percussion such as 龙腾虎跃 , 滚荷桃 ，拉特 and many many more. I really benefitted alot from the things you have taught me. Thank for being such a nice and caring senior too. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Sihui: Hello Egyptian! I can't remember the name Celest gave you. I am not as creative as her so please make do with egyptian for the time being. Your default face is seriously so cool. But please be careful because our society is not really used to seeing someone smiling at nothing. Thank you for always helping me out too! Such as counting paizi for me and loads of stuff. You rock! But I noted that it is harder to strike a conversation with you because you are always in your own world wearing your default face. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Xi En : Yorhs Xi En! hmmx , you are really hard to describe. Sometimes you appear to be perfectly normal , and yet sometimes you look definitely insane. I have to thank you for always scolding snape for me as well and also always giving me useful tips and advices on how I can play my songs. I am really grateful for the help you have rendered me when I was having difficulties. Thank you so much and I wish you and KuanChew everlasting happiness and 早生贵子.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also have to thank my J1 percussion mates for always helping me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To June: June! You are so nice can! Thank you for always encouraging me whenever I am feeling stressed and down. I am really grateful to have a friend like you. But you have to stop having a low confidence on yourself kay? I noticed that you often have great confidence in people around you , which makes them feel encouraged and love talking to you , but you always have a low confidence on yourself. You have to believe that you are as good as your friends because you definitely are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Siowyun : Siowyun! Ahahahas, I don't know if I should thank you for always helping me or suan you for suanning me every single day. You are really weird lah. You suan people for no reason de lor. lol. But I really have to thank you for loads of stuff. I am still grateful and remember that you offered to lend me your notes when I mentioned to you that I wasn't in Anderson during the first intake and was often absent. Thank you so much for helping me in my studies too. You;re a great friend to have =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Sharleen : Sharleen! I realised I speak to you less than anyone lor. You're like always in a different state of mind from me and you are always in your own world lor. But nevermind! We still got 1 whole year ^^ I would also like to thank you for saying nice stuff always too! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay , this thanking session took me more than 1 hour. Now you guys understand why I have to make sure that I am very free before I can blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, I experienced something unprecedented. I realised that I am thinking of her most of the time- the things she does , the conversations we had , and the stuff she told me. Sometimes , I find myself involuntarily doing what she told me to do. Everytime I see her , I will feel strangely happy. But now it changed. Perhaps because I know where is this leading to. Everytime I see her now , I feel a sense of longing that I know will never be satisfied. Even when I am just beside her , I feel strangely distanced from her. I no longer feel that euphoria I had whenever I see her because I know what I am hoping for is impossible. I even find behaving foolishly such as staring at her blankly. I am not sure if she or anyone noticed. I don't care either. I could easily whip up an excuse that will bring everyone to laughter and they would forget the incident. Hard as I try and tell myself , I still find myself looking at her when she's near and thinking of her when she's far. I know what is happening to me and I hope it doesn't. Nothing good will come out of the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian, she's just another friend like the countless others you have. You are just mistaken about your thoughts. Yes. Thats the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-7571343066043806202?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7571343066043806202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=7571343066043806202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7571343066043806202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7571343066043806202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/unprecedented.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-3948116049513230803</id><published>2008-04-25T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:42:17.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It Was Never Anyone's Fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haay folks, haven't been posting for quite a bit of time. Life in JC is super busy and stressful, but nevertheless here's an update while I take a break from my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Birthday on 15th April had been rather enjoyable. Celebrated it with my dear family, my beloved Orientation Groupmates , my percussion in AJCO and also my wild classmates in 2608.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for the surprises you guys have given me ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was on the 13th April when my percussion celebrated with me after chinese orchestra , Shawn , Hanwei , Kenneth , Jezebel , Sihui , Xi En , Celest , Siow Yun , Xinyi and Sharleen prepared a gift for me. That day Siowyun wasn't present due to some family matters , but anyway , these guys forced me to open the present in front of the entire CO and guess what ? It was minature Harry Potter bag. It was only big enough to contain 2 or 3 exercise books mind you. But I shan't describe what went on after that as Kenneth manhandled me and forced the bag on me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OG 18 is so damn sweet! I think Rachel remembered my birthday even though I have no recollection of me telling her about it. Anyway , they were like asking me to meet them at the canteen for lunch , but due to General Paper tutorial , I was late for 45 minutes. Was mortified when I heard that they waited for me and didn't have lunch first. So when I went there , there they are , with a nice chocolate cake. Sang the birthday songs and took some pictures. Made a wish for everyone and hope it come true and Rachel , I DELIBERATELY said out my birthday wish cause wasn't ONLY about 4 Aces okay. Shan't divulge. Thank you for everything guys, I love you all so much ^^.Pictures up when I am free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then on 19th April , 2608 celebrated the April babies birthday! Our class sang 4 birthdays song for me and 3 other april babies. Had chocolate cake again and it was good. Thanks for being so nice guys. Though I thought I never told anyone my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrated my birthday with my family too. Had a seafood feast and chocolate cake. Everything was sweet even though schoolwork is piling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is one of my best birthdays ever. 4 celebrations in a month , isn;t that sweet? Come to think of it , I realised I haven't celebrated my brithday in Swiss Cottage before. Perhaps it's because no one knew about it or I really didn't have many close friends there. But well , why bother thinking about the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Hui Xin , Qiaohui , Ruikang , Min Min , Xuan Han , Meiping, Joshua for smsing me so punctually on 15 April. Love you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't it paradoxical that the people I spent less time with seems to know more about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I saw this music video in youtube today. Felt pretty emotional that guys always seem to hurt girls so much that they were never the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone once told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behind every bitch , there is a guy who made her like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't agree more about that. Britney Spears would be a very fine example as she never really the same after being divorced with her husband. So why not lets us just forget about the current Britney Spears for a moment and take a look at her in the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB7SlBHRWt8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pB7SlBHRWt8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. After so many years, I suddenly remembered of my childhood sweetheart in Kindergarden. Used to like her alot and stick around with her doing stupid things together. She was also the the first girl who told me she likes PowerRangers as much as I do then , and kissed me on my brithday. Its ironic that I can only remember she's very beautiful and yet forgotten how she looks. Her name escapes me now , but I do hope one day I will see her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-3948116049513230803?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3948116049513230803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=3948116049513230803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3948116049513230803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3948116049513230803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-was-never-anyones-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-5186542704543907972</id><published>2008-04-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:49:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Not All These Years.. It's Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys. Haven't been posting for a long time , added that I was sick for an entire week , partly due to a nice and sweet girl , You-Know-Who, punched my stomach.  Anyway , last saturday when I was in shopping with Tricia and John , we were in some gift shop and I heard a really nice song. I didn't know the title of the song then , but when I searched for it in youtube , I just typed White Flag , and I really got it. Do listen to it if you have time. Lyrics up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but If I didn't say it well I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harderor return to where we were but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back againand I cause nothing but trouble, I understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you live by the rules of it's over then I'm sure that that makes sense but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will go down with this ship and put my hands up and surrender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when we meet, which I'm sure we will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all that was there, will be there stillI'll let it pass, and hold my tongue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you will think, that I've moved onI will go down with this ship and put my hands up and surrender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-5186542704543907972?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5186542704543907972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=5186542704543907972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5186542704543907972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5186542704543907972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-all-these-years.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-6946357465560167313</id><published>2008-03-24T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:19:20.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where's The Good In Goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79S1U-tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1mOShRrZbK8/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181246189270792914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79S1U-tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1mOShRrZbK8/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My family =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haaaaay guys! The much awaited Swiss Chinese Orchestra concert ended gloriously yesterday. I am so sorry for not blogging about the concert yeserday , but time was really limited and I felt that if I were to spend a mere 15 minutes on the day's events , I won't be doing justice to it. Although I am glad that the concert was a success , I can't help feeling sad that the concert was over. Exactly the way I felt 2 years ago , except that this time , it was much more stronger. Lets's have a rewind and go back to yesterday's concert alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday , I met up with Lina and went to Republic Polytechnic together. Passer-bys kept staring at me because I was dressed ridiculously black but that didn't matter. Met all my C.O friends and percussionists at the concert hall. Wailoon immediately said I was dashing in black =p Had our concert rehearsal and stuff from around 1 to 4 if I am not wrong and I was walking around in Replublic Poly because I only had to perform in Technology. When it's time for Technology , I realised ( with much horror ) that the vibraphone was in front of other percussionists. I was very very reluctant to stand in front because I really didn't have much time to practise my part. Of course I didn't forget what Kathleen , Xueying and Raymond drummed into me in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was that they said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Sebastian , do you know most of the audience down there do not know how to play the song we are performing? Even if they knew that song , they couldn't possibly remember what was the exact note you should play , so even if they somehow do manage to memorise all the scores and know exactly what you are supposed to play , as long as you exude an air of confidence , who will possibly know what mistake you made? ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So during the rehearsal , although my legs were shaking , I still acted as if nothing was wrong , because I know no one except for my beloved percussionists will realise the mistakes I made , and so what's there to be afraid of ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the rehearsal , the percussionists had lunchboxes for dinner. Joshua ate 3 chicken wings and Raymond was lecturing him about cholestrol and fat levels. Aren't we like a huge and fun family? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not long after , the concert started. I went to the audience's seats and watched the concert because I don't fancy watching the concert from the little television they have inside ^^ Saw Ruikang , Don , Jia Jin , Glenda , Eugene , Xiao Han , Shafiq , You Xiang , Jun xiong , Wayne and many many more of my schoolmates ^^ Missed them loads. I was pretty relaxed throughout the concert and paid most of my attention on percussion naturally. John was so good in the xylophone that pride swelled in me when I was watching him although I know I didn't teach him that instrument. Joshua played 徘鼓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in ( 台湾追想曲）I forgot the song's name but I really have to say that when he entered the song , his 台风 was awesome. My pride continued swelling when I saw Wailoon playing the dagu as his 台风 was nice as well except that I thought he appeared quite uneasy perhaps due to nervousness. ZhiChuen made so much inprovement that I can't help by smiling , his 音色 in 大鼓 was so wonderful that I wonder how many hours of practise was put into it. Paulina played the 徘鼓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nicely in 庆典序曲 and Jiawei's 台风 and confidence never fail to amaze me. Tricia's grace and style was so evident when she played the xylophone that I couldn't help but realise the massive change that took place since that silly girl used to throw her sticks on the floor when she couldn't play a particular piece and cried when she had difficulties in the xylophone. Lastly , if I were to say , ''Astound me'' I know that Raymond and Jieying's wonderful aura of confidence and excellent 台风 will never fail to do so. I was so proud of Percussion that I annoyed Ruikang and my other classmates so much when I kept saying ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Look at that person on the right. Saw him/her? Excellent right? He is my junior/senior! '' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'' Look at Raymond! Oh my god isn't that impressive!''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Look at Tricia , Look at John , Thats Jieying! Look at him , Look at her''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until they started ignoring me when I said that and just nodded their heads. Well I could go on forever if you want me to. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next we performed Technology and claps and cheers were so evident from the audience that all of us smiled when we went into the backstage. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the entire concert is over , I went back to Swiss Cottage and moved the instruments with Percussion. Then , we had our dinner together and took pictures and stuff. Here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Iy1U-jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZGBlG0GlWg8/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181244187816032818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Iy1U-jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZGBlG0GlWg8/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Swiss Chinese Orchestra Concert Brochure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Ji1U-kI/AAAAAAAAAGI/49Ez9b4UGlU/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181244200700934722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Ji1U-kI/AAAAAAAAAGI/49Ez9b4UGlU/s320/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Again xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Jy1U-lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OYSjB6-bA-g/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181244204995902034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Jy1U-lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OYSjB6-bA-g/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My beloved Percussion ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181244204995902050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6Jy1U-mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9xHr8cWrsnk/s320/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Before the concert&lt;/strong&gt; ( We couldn't find Raymond and Jieying T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79i1U-uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BAhCxZIFwK4/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181246193565760226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79i1U-uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BAhCxZIFwK4/s320/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Percussionists acting cute xD&lt;/strong&gt; ( Wailoon , acting cute not acting cool -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79i1U-vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bIiHB8YiIDM/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181246193565760242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79i1U-vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bIiHB8YiIDM/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Smile! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79y1U-wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/46Eu4Up-apg/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181246197860727554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79y1U-wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/46Eu4Up-apg/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;See the heart me and Raymond is trying to make? ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( I wasn't smiling because Joshua forgot to say 1,2,3 -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181252322484091762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-eBiS1U-3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/T6hO6haDBTE/s320/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blinked at the wrong time again ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6KC1U-nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IDzYGSOq_q0/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181244209290869362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d6KC1U-nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IDzYGSOq_q0/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Me and Jieying ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d7Jy1U-qI/AAAAAAAAAG4/shxQ8naMa6A/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181245304507529890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d7Jy1U-qI/AAAAAAAAAG4/shxQ8naMa6A/s320/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eating! &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Raymond was lecturing about hepatitis A and B, which totally freaked Jieying out xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d7KC1U-rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sOnfOGUsC54/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181245308802497202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d7KC1U-rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sOnfOGUsC54/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mega Fishball!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d7KC1U-sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4LWvfpyuXy8/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181245308802497218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d7KC1U-sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4LWvfpyuXy8/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stupid bug on veggie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d80y1U-zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U2kAUAj5oQw/s1600-h/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181247142753532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d80y1U-zI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U2kAUAj5oQw/s320/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Pro-est&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d81S1U-0I/AAAAAAAAAII/L-WzF2-72rI/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181247151343467330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d81S1U-0I/AAAAAAAAAII/L-WzF2-72rI/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Pros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181247155638434658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d81i1U-2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/tdXVcJ_MkLo/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The babies! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181247151343467346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d81S1U-1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jlpwra-uIFw/s320/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua and John with scary auntie. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After our dinner together , all of us went into separated ways and went home. Seriously , when I said goodbye to them , I almost felt like crying. So much for '' We shan't be sad that everything is over , but glad because everything happened..'' As usual , I couldn't practise what I preached and I felt really really sad. I guess goodbyes were never easy to say. I still remembered that when I was preparing my farewell gift for Percussion and I spent 2 hours searching a good quote about friendship , I came upon a phrase like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Good Friends Are Brothers and Sisters Fate Forgotten to Give You''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If that was true , I guess Fate had forgotten to give me 9 brothers and sisters , namely Raymond , Jieying , Joshua , Tricia , John , Paulina , Jiawei , ZhiChuen and Wailoon. And even though I am really sad what we have parted , I shall preach once more and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' People part to meet again.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love all of you so much. You guys are my best buddies. Will never forget any one of you. Don't any of you dare forget me too =] We are the pulse! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. Jieying , the cockles are fried with the kway tiao , you eat the kway tiao also can get hepatitis A/B de. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.P.S. Today , I started to realise that I love her more than I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.P.P.S I gave someone a gift today too. She looked quite shocked though. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-6946357465560167313?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6946357465560167313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=6946357465560167313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6946357465560167313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6946357465560167313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheres-good-in-goodbye-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R-d79S1U-tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1mOShRrZbK8/s72-c/DSC01506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-6922568068780888575</id><published>2008-03-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:08:57.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It Might Have Been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; guys! Oh my god! I haven't been blogging for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; long. T.T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt; , here's an update on the recent stuff I did during my March holidays. From the starting of my holidays to last Wednesday , I could summarise everything into one word. Sick. So I just did a little maths and nothing else. Seriously , I still remember telling Rachel and Ajay I would ' mug like shit ' during the March holidays. But Binomial Series is no joke and every question took at least half an hour. -.- So most of the time was spent in watching DVDs. 200 Pounds Beauty ( I know I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laggish&lt;/span&gt; , so just pardon me) , The Promise and Keeping Mum. Kim Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Joong&lt;/span&gt; is very beautiful and adorable! ;D She rocks ^^ But I don't think that movie was that touching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt; , my friends said it made them cry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;. =( The Promise was cool and everything , but the story plot was pretty dumb. Lastly I think Keeping Mum is supposed to be very humorous , but the jokes were pretty hard to catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today ( Approximately an hour ago ) I came back from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AJCO&lt;/span&gt; camp. Well , I couldn't say it's not fun at all , but I hardly remember the names of my group mates and stuff. By the way , my group was X-Men or Man , I can't remember. So our first game was some Detective and the Murderer. The groups will have to question various suspects and look for evidence to find out who killed poor Edison ( in this case , the victim ) The murderers were Kenneth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shufen&lt;/span&gt;. Kenneth made a very idiotic argument which I almost fell for when we discovered a bicycle rope in his toolbox. Here's a part of the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : EH! Bicycle rope! Edison was strangled to death right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenneth : Come on la , this rope can stretch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. How to kill people ? ( Stretching ropes )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : Oh , so cannot kill. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shufen&lt;/span&gt; did an excellent job in acting as the deranged sister. Well actually its personality split. She was like crying over Edison's death in front of us , then suddenly she became fierce and everything. But obviously , you don't go around suspecting people with a personality split. So we were like , why is the left side of your skirt long and the right side short? Then she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Oh , because I got personality split.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every single group suspected her sadly , and the given reason was '' Because she got personality split.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then it was night time and we were asked to sleep. Of course I didn't , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Junda&lt;/span&gt; played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kungfu&lt;/span&gt; Dunk on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; and we watched it in the dark. Then I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Daidee&lt;/span&gt; with Kenneth , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Weizhe&lt;/span&gt; and Guy. ( Not that his name is Guy , but because I forgot his name. Sorry T.T ) Slept at around 2 .30 am and woke up at 7.10 if I don't remember wrongly. Played games like Turn over a new leaf , Charade , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Teabreak&lt;/span&gt; , an obstacle game and some weird 2 balls 3 groups Captain's ball. Turn over a new leaf was very tiring , basically it involves the whole group , standing on a sheet of plastic torn from a garbage bag. Then you will have to flip the whole sheet of plastic with the whole group still standing on it. Don't ask me how we did it. Our leader , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Venetta&lt;/span&gt; , did all the job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Teabreak&lt;/span&gt; was fun to watch. Mind the descriptions. FUN to &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Watch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; So in that game , you have to tie yo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; one of your hands and one of your legs with that of a partner's , do some funny stuff , and walk to a huge plastic bag , pick out some food and finish it. Sounds easy and enjoyable? Not for me. I gotten a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt; sauce sandwich. I literally stuffed the whole thing , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt; , walked back to my group and went to the toilet to spit it out. But its fun to watch people gorge themselves to death , especially the part they had to drink green tea using a milk bottle. Charade was simple and fun , guessing of Chinese Orchestra songs through acting and Captain's ball was physically demanding cause everyone else is too enthusiastic and I am like one of the few boys in my group so I am expected t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; run around to catch and intercept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then after the games , we had full Orchestra. Boring actually. Chatted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Siow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Charene&lt;/span&gt; throughout the practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After full orchestra , Shawn , Kenneth , Han Wei , Jezebel , Ming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Quan&lt;/span&gt; and me went for dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Macdonalds&lt;/span&gt;. Shawn did weird thing as usual , eating fries with a lot of pepper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hanwei&lt;/span&gt; ate 4 nuggets out of 6 and donated the rest away. Its no wonder shes getting thinner. One day , I might not be able to see her anymore. Sad. After the dinner , Ming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Quan&lt;/span&gt; and Shawn went home and the others went for Pool. Okay ,  here's part of the conversation Kenneth and me had before walking into the club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : Kenneth , I sure own you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenneth : Really? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt; confirm wad , I very lousy , learn like 2 weeks only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But after the first round , I was like -.- Because , I only had the one turn before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the game&lt;/span&gt; ended. Kenneth got every single ball in and missed the blackball once. So I get to hit once before he got the blackball in as well. 2 weeks? Try adding another 3 years and 11 months? He played pool for 4 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;. So basically , its Kenneth's game through and through and Jezebel , Han Wei and me were just making a fool out of ourselves , but I learnt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; from the Pro of cause ;D After the game , we wanted to foot the bill and Kenneth realised his wallet was missing. He was the first person I saw who spoke to me calmly after discovering his loss. This was that he told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenneth : I am owned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So he dialed the 999 ( First time in my life, I saw someone doing that. I couldn't help but asking him to wait until I can see the numbers) Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; Mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kio&lt;/span&gt; Police Post. Well Kenneth , I do hope some kind soul will return your Identification Card and stuff back to you. Don't be too worried okay? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; , its getting late. I have Chinese Orchestra again tomorrow. Gotta run , see you all ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-6922568068780888575?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6922568068780888575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=6922568068780888575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6922568068780888575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/6922568068780888575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-might-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-7319621038043778470</id><published>2008-03-01T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:07:55.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Can't Promise To Always Make You Smile, But I Can Always Cry With You When You're Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172857654753912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8muoUlEZQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WrIvG2NcAx8/s320/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Shawn , my senior in AJCO , and she is currently 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haaay! It's my favourite day of the week! Saturday ;D Today, I went to Chinese Orchestra in the morning to see all my juniors as well as to practise my xylophone piece for Technology. It is always so fun to hang out with them! ^^ And I received my favourite chocolate again! Thanks Qiaohui! I tried to arrange a Percussion outing that night since they had to perform in Keming Primary School in the evening and I succeeded! Yay! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Chinese Orchestra practise , Qiaohui , Cassandra , Raymond , Wailoon , Joshua , Genesis , WenQiang , JieRen and me went to Long John Silver's for lunch. Wailoon kept stealing my cheese then. Tricia and Paulina went home to change first and were supposed to meet us in WestMall for bowling after lunch. After we finished , Joshua went to get his shoes and stuff and Qiaohui brought Wailoon and me to her Piano classes because I was interested in signing up. After that , I received loads of calls from Tricia to hurry us so Wailoon and me had to run all the way to the CSC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We wanted to bowl at first , but the waiting list was horribly long. So we tried going for pool but was stopped because Tricia and the others were wearing the Chinese Orchestra T- Shirt , I tried bluffing to the vendor by saying we merely belong to a Chinese Orchestra Club but unfortunately , Paulina was so excited in seeing green straws that she kept walking and turning around , fully displaying the words '' Swiss Cottage Chinese Orchestra '' on her back. So the vendor called my bluff and we were out of that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next , Joshua , ZhiChuen , Wailoon and me went for LAN gaming while Paulina and Tricia went back to Westmall to shop. Had a boring hour there getting owned in both CounterStrike and Dota. -.- After the long hour, Wailoon realised he lost his wallet and we spend 15 minutes frantically searching around for his wallet to no avail =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My juniors were then late for the trip to Keming and we had to run like 500 metres to the bus interchange. Of all times and places, I met her there. Now , you dont have to know who she is. And at that time , I was sweating like mad , with my hair totally messed up , and my jacket crumbled and hanging down from my arms. Not to mention the sting on my left cheek. Oh my god. Isn;t that so unlucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my dear juniors then went to Keming and I went home for a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When they finished their performance in Keming , I met Raymond , John , Jiawei , Debbie ( I put your names together!) , Tricia , Paulina , Joshua and Wailoon at WestMall. They had their dinner at subway and we went for the arcades. By the way, I found out that Jiawei is currently dating Debbie! Okay , that was random. Anyway, John , Jiawei and Debbie didn't join us in the arcades. We went there and played the table hockey ( what Tricia called it) although I saw the words (3 Pucks) on the machine's scoreboard. We played like crazy and kept yelling ;D Great time. Then Raymond and I played a round of Pool. I know what you guys wanna know and I am proud to say , I owned him. Here is a shot ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172855593169609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mswUlEZMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9m-B6qK4V5Q/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After having so much fun , I went home and drank vodka! ;D Cool huh ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mtjUlEZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e5lRE5EIU8M/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172856469342938338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mtjUlEZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e5lRE5EIU8M/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mt9klEZPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G_mOSSdzQJw/s1600-h/DSC01478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172856920314504434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mt9klEZPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G_mOSSdzQJw/s320/DSC01478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mtjUlEZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e5lRE5EIU8M/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mtjUlEZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e5lRE5EIU8M/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mtjUlEZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e5lRE5EIU8M/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8mtjUlEZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e5lRE5EIU8M/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay , now I am getting a bit tired from the drink. Gotta sleep. ;D Goodnight! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-7319621038043778470?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7319621038043778470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=7319621038043778470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7319621038043778470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/7319621038043778470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-promise-to-always-make-you-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8muoUlEZQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WrIvG2NcAx8/s72-c/DSC01480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-9038279099835303979</id><published>2008-02-28T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:14:42.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear God , Please stop him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haaaaaay. Today , one of Singapore's most wanted man escaped from the detention centre. He is the JI leader , Mas Selamat Kastari , and was behind a plot to crash a hijacked plane into Changi Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Police are searching areas several kilometres from Goldhill Avenue , near Barker Road , to the Beauty World shopping centre in Upper Bukit Timah Road. The Police are also combing areas near Catholic Junior College, St Joseph's Institution and Singapore Chinese Girls School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is believed to be unarmed and walks with a limp. Friends who haven't read the papers , please do go to &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Home.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Home.html&lt;/a&gt; for more information and his picture. Please do take care guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear God , I pray that everyone would be safe and this man could be arrested before he does any harm. Please protect all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-9038279099835303979?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/9038279099835303979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=9038279099835303979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/9038279099835303979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/9038279099835303979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-god-please-stop-him.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-3652407625286676130</id><published>2008-02-24T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:39:23.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Need You Like A Heart Needs A Beat..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awwwww! Its another Sunday again. I never loved Sundays in my life. It always reminds me that there is school tomorrow. Wonder if anyone ever do love Sundays? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I am going to introduce &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Qiaohui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. * Highly recommended to talk to when you're feeling down* Ratings: 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is really an awesome friend! Thanks for all the nice and encouraging stuff you said qiaohui! =] I can't remember everything she said about the AJCO conductor , but here is a short sample =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qiaohui : My void deck is full of weird people. Your conductor can come over and make friends with them since he is such a weird ah pek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : He has long hair too , and is very ugly. ( like Professor Snape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qiaohui: Oh no wonder he has such a bad temper. He is so feminine! Girls tend to have a bad temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After reading that , don't you think Qiaohui rocks? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lols , I can already imagine the face spasm my conductor is going to have if he reads that. Not to mention his imitation of girls swaying their long hair around. Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After reading what Paulina tagged in my board just now , I thought I should go to her blog and probably try to apologise or at least explain if my last post had hurt her. However , I left her blog when I saw this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, don't be a bitch and scold me for highlighting this on my blog, because this is MY blog. I dont think you will anyway. It's just tat i'm pissed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although you said you don't think I will do it. Bitch is really a nice word to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well , I don't want to worsen the argument , so let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being depressed today , I drowned my sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170550142871012642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8F79c8sBSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f0TegvAAr54/s320/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it sad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well , okay I was joking. It's actually two cans of soyabean milk. Lols =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the whole picture ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170555253882094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8GAm88sBTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QEchPGaX1r8/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Yawns* Its getting late and I am tired. Tomorrow will be my first day of school. Got to sleep early so see you guys next time  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-3652407625286676130?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3652407625286676130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=3652407625286676130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3652407625286676130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3652407625286676130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-you-like-heart-needs-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8F79c8sBSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f0TegvAAr54/s72-c/DSC01476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-2515379291133179073</id><published>2008-02-23T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:17:52.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even Without Any Promises Made , We Know We Would Return Here One Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170205841112696066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8BC0c8sBQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jmj8JTKZTqI/s320/DSC01473.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Thanks for the chocolates qiaohui! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went back to Chinese Orchestra to prepare for our concert in March today. Bad choice. Paulina actually deceived me by telling me I have to step on the silencer when I play. I did that and she laughed at me , which was pretty lame because I came here using my free time , to help out in the concert , but sadly , you are not making my job any easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;To my dearest Percussion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today , I went back to Percussion because I missed all of you and hoped that I can help in preparing Technology for the concert in March. To be serious , I have been tolerating alot of comments by you guys though they were extremely hurtful. When we went through Technology today , I am glad that Tricia asked for my opinions. However when I gave them , I realised only Tricia was listening at all. Most of you were busy challenging me in playing the xylophone. Please do not deny that none of you said '' You cannot even play your part '' because I heard it very clearly. I shall not dwell in who saying that. Once again , I admit that playing xylophone is NOT my forte , but if you guys would like to take advantage of that and continue dwelling in challenging me to play that instrument , there is nothing I can do about it. I may not be able to play that instrument , but none of you can deny that I do have the experience in listening and telling you guys where the problem lies. But if my profiency in the xylophone leads to none of you being interested in my advice, please do tell me that I couldn't help in contributing at all and I would stop coming. I have been tolerating all of these for a long period of time and I decided not to anymore because even though you guys are close friends with me , please do remember to show me basic respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haaaay guys =) It's been so long I posted something in my blog. To think I actually told myself I will blog every single day even when school terms starts T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loads of things happened recently so here is a brief update. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During my PAE posting , I was in Catholic Junior College. During this period of time , I was tortured by the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Insensitivity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of my classmates in IT19. Here is an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amos and Kenneth : Sebastian , what did u get for your O levels L1R5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : It was horrible , I got 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenneth : Waaaah , I thought your grades very good , you actually lost to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amos : Aiyoh , Sebastian , you study so much still get 12 , so stupid sia... Study for what , quit school lahhh. I never study also win you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay , I think this is prettaye enough to show their insensivity. To make things a little clearer , both Kenneth and Amos got 11 for their L1R5. Seriously , and I am trying my best to be nice. Big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both of them repeated what they said for the rest of the whole week for about seven times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also , this was Amos said when I discovered he took combined sciences in secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : Oh , so you take combined sciences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amos : So what? My physics win pure sciences people lorh. Don't think you all pure sciences means you all very good. In the end still lose to us combined science students. NOOB (in a loud voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : Okay.. But why are you so defensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amos : *silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay , that was it. But its over. Because my appeal to Anderson Junior College was successful ;D However , being the most fickle boy you can ever find , I am starting to regret not staying in Catholic Junior College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Partially , this was because that I was asked to sight-read and perform in front of the AJCO conductor and I was so nervous that I messed everything up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here was what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Huang : Are you an appeal student?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sebastian : Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Huang : You can't even play basics. How can you appeal? Its unfair to others if you get in. Your skills can't make it .... ( I refuse to continue writing cause it will only get me upset again. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevertheless, I am now in Anderson Junior College , no point complaining, I just have to give my best shot =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-2515379291133179073?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2515379291133179073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=2515379291133179073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2515379291133179073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2515379291133179073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-without-any-promises-made-we-know.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R8BC0c8sBQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jmj8JTKZTqI/s72-c/DSC01473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-5332876576890533458</id><published>2008-02-06T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:20:40.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's Turn Around And Look , Shall We ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone ;D Its been so long since I posted and I just decided to do so after looking at the pictures I had with my dear percussion in Paulina's blog. Those pictures really got me sentimental. I remembered all the fun and silly times we had together and sometimes , I wished we were back then. I loved each and every single person in my dear percussion and I am afraid that I might forget all of them someday. Fearful of forgetting people I love , I wrote this down as a remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To My Beloved Percussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a blink of an eye , we reached the crossroads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Much as we dreaded , we saw our own destinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We say forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we knew nothing ever was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now since we are going to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why not we spend a minute and look backwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Footprints are what others might see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stories are what we can tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We heard our laughter then , we smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We saw our tears then , we wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now since we gotten all the memories imprinted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why not wipe the tear on your eye , smile , and go our separate ways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I shall contradict myself by saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something do last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our memories do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well , it certainly is late now , I guess I have to go prepare for my appeal letter to Anderson Junior College. I really hope I can enter that college. Wish me luck =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-5332876576890533458?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5332876576890533458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=5332876576890533458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5332876576890533458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/5332876576890533458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-turn-around-and-look-shall-we.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-3129956031341978722</id><published>2008-01-26T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:52:25.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PPPs - Pooling Percussion Piggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t34SXW_tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uMYRM-_TxS4/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159849606969229010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t34SXW_tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uMYRM-_TxS4/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Featuring :Tricia and Jieying , the flowers of Percussion ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today , it is the pooling day for the amazing PPPs! ( Of course , this activity is organised by the extraordinary &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;. ) Most of the piggies in the percussion didn't come and and these are their reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Joshua):He is truly a devoted christian who decided not to come for our percussion gathering even though it may be the the last time of the year we may see him because he simply couldn't and wouldn't go for his church activities some other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(John): He is preparing for his piano exams and HAD to have his piano lessons no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Jiawei , Paulina , ZhiChuen) : These little piggies had their Parent-Teacher meetings today and couldn't make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well , they all had compelling reasons not to go , so I can't blame them though I still wouldn't hesitate to call them noobs ;D no offense piggies ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the remaining Pro piggies, namely the beautiful and intelligent Jieying , the adorable and silly Tricia , the handsome and cool Raymond , the retarded and lame Wailoon and last but most importantly , &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Chinese Orchestra , Wailoon brought Raymond and me to somewhere near Bukit Timah ( I seriously had no idea where that is) and met Jieying at the pool centre. Raymond couldn't enter because he was in his school uniform and he was so angry that he went home straight. Soon Tricia came and we played for a few matches before Wailoon got kicked out because he was underage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures we took ^^( Due to my superb photography skills , I am unanimously voted to be the photographer again. This means that I won't be appearing often in the photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t6iCXW_vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1rJtylMKIB0/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159852523252023026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t6iCXW_vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1rJtylMKIB0/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uVySXXAJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ag-gKjBOavk/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159882489238847634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uVySXXAJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ag-gKjBOavk/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieying may look cool but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t7jyXW_xI/AAAAAAAAABE/c35MP_fpRf0/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159853652828421906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t7jyXW_xI/AAAAAAAAABE/c35MP_fpRf0/s320/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she definitely looks retarded at times. ( LOLOLOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t8aSXW_zI/AAAAAAAAABU/4bfpXcag29g/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159854589131292466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t8aSXW_zI/AAAAAAAAABU/4bfpXcag29g/s320/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uQryXXAII/AAAAAAAAAD8/x4eAEE8C-Nk/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159876880011559042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uQryXXAII/AAAAAAAAAD8/x4eAEE8C-Nk/s320/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t-xyXW_2I/AAAAAAAAABs/IkhWeBvWdLU/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159857191881473890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t-xyXW_2I/AAAAAAAAABs/IkhWeBvWdLU/s320/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes our so called champion , Wailoon ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t9WCXW_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/qebREVrOnKs/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159855615628476226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t9WCXW_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/qebREVrOnKs/s320/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooby Tricia ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since Wailoon got chased out , we had to pack up and look for another place to continue.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t-HSXW_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/f6pXjx7Km7o/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856461737033554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t-HSXW_1I/AAAAAAAAABk/f6pXjx7Km7o/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur Queen packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon we found another place to pool with no age limit and the Pool Competition begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Round - Tricia VS Wailoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uCZSXW_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/5bSYpzdamUM/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159861169021190098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uCZSXW_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/5bSYpzdamUM/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uC7iXW_-I/AAAAAAAAACs/05-mLDV3n6Q/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159861757431709666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uC7iXW_-I/AAAAAAAAACs/05-mLDV3n6Q/s320/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uDYCXW__I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bP2t3cxUML0/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159862247057981426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uDYCXW__I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bP2t3cxUML0/s320/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia sure looks cute when she concentrates , but she lost all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd Round - Jieying VS Sebastian&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uBXyXW_7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Itih3h7GdpI/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159860043739758514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uBXyXW_7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Itih3h7GdpI/s320/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uBvSXW_8I/AAAAAAAAACc/hJf3ulqDjCU/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159860447466684354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uBvSXW_8I/AAAAAAAAACc/hJf3ulqDjCU/s320/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieying almost defeated me , but she fouled at the last ball and I won by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Round - Tricia VS Jieying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jieying got owned by Tricia and I wasn't present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Round - Wailoon VS Sebastian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No pictures kids , cause I messed up by hitting the black ball in on the first turn and Wailoon wins by default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Champion - Wailoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd - Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd - Tricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimate loser - Jieying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uFOSXXAAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O_jjI0MKu1M/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159864278577512450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uFOSXXAAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O_jjI0MKu1M/s320/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jieying couldn't believe she is the Ultimate Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uGwSXXACI/AAAAAAAAADM/3__E47KF0NQ/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159865962204692514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uGwSXXACI/AAAAAAAAADM/3__E47KF0NQ/s320/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uG7CXXADI/AAAAAAAAADU/_yRrPeZoXxA/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159866146888286258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uG7CXXADI/AAAAAAAAADU/_yRrPeZoXxA/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winners and Losers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weird enough , the losers seems delighted to lose. ( Pardon the picture quality , the lights were lousy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly , this is the awesome stunt Wailoon performed when he thrashed Jieying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uJECXXAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/vlv2EIsNKF0/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159868500530364482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uJECXXAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/vlv2EIsNKF0/s320/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uWZyXXAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jjpOOzJP_6c/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159883167843680418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uWZyXXAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jjpOOzJP_6c/s320/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally , I decided that it would be rather unfair since they had so many pictures and I only had a few. So I would post 1 of&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; picture and some random shots during our outing ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uW9CXXALI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DVWWfi7bUuY/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159883773434069170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uW9CXXALI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DVWWfi7bUuY/s320/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jieying looks so cute when she ties her hair ;D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uXTCXXAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q5vGk3e8_dw/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159884151391191234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5uXTCXXAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Q5vGk3e8_dw/s320/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired of losing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess that would be the end of the whole pooling activity today ;D I can't believe I actually wasted 2 hours and 40 minutes just to write this post. Thanks to the retarded scrolling of pictures where you have to scroll the pictures from the top to the bottom -.- So Jieying , Tricia and Wailoon , if you peepz want to rip the pictures here , please remember to state that they are taken by &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Photographer Wong&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : Wailoon , I am seriously so touched that you actually traded 1 month of doing all your tution homework and not playing computer just to skip your tuition today to play with us. You are seriously the best junior ever ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-3129956031341978722?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3129956031341978722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=3129956031341978722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3129956031341978722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/3129956031341978722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/ppp-pooling-percussion-piggies-tricia.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzUnO0jcO8/R5t34SXW_tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uMYRM-_TxS4/s72-c/DSC01446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-8131324479758148287</id><published>2008-01-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:02:05.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 = ONE TWO DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally gotten back my O level results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do I feel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and disappointment together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today , I skipped classes as I was simply too tired and had no mood to study due to my nervousness. I kept praying to God because I had a gut feeling that my results would be poorer compared to my Preliminary Examinations as I didn't prepare much for my O levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Let me get a good L1R5 , I don't want to dissappoint my parents and I want to get into a good school ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had lots of flashbacks of me chatting in Msn and watching television O levels was drawing near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I called that '' pressure releasing '' then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now , I call that stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just had to sacrifice your stupid television and entertainment for that few months. Why can't you even do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because you are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone once told me , '' You reap what you sow. The effort you put in shall be the results you get. ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't give a damn about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I continued to do my assignments at the last minute and played my games everyday. I continued chatting in Msn every day I got home from school even though my teachers told me to revise that day's lesson ourselves. I was complacent . I thought I didn't need hard work at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today , as our principal named the people who gotten 7 distinctions and above. I laughed and cheered for my classmates all along. Deep down , I was crying. What right do I have to be sad ? You chose not to put in the effort , they chose the opposite. They deserve what they got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You deserve nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I got back my results slip from Miss Auyong , I saw her expression. It told me that she didn't know what to say to me so that I won't be upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' Not bad , Sebastian ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was what she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I flipped open my results slip , I only gotten 4 distinctions and the other were all b3s. I was shocked. I didn't dare to count my L1R5 , so I did it slowly. I counted 12. No , that isn't my target. I counted again. 12. That was what I got. Even after the 2 point deduction from my CCA , my score would still be a double digit . I was so dissappointed beyond words even though I knew I should be happy because I am really really lucky especially when I didn't put in as much effort as some of my friends did .I wandered around and saw people leaping in joy and wondered why I wasn't them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to cry so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People asked me for my grades. I didn't want to say. They insisted , I told them. They clapped my shoulder and said , '' Not bad''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But , it wasn't good either. They got 9 and below. Of cause they could say that. It isn't their score afterall. I saw people crying. Some were crying out of despair , others were crying for joy. I tried to avoid people I know by walking away from my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then , I saw Peiming. Her face were tear stained. She actually bursted into tears halfway when she was talking to me. I almost wanted to be like her and cry infront of everyone. But I couldn't do that , how would my friends feel about me if I were to cry when my grades were already better than some people ? Wouldn't it hurt them more ? I laughed with all of my friends , but I wanted to scream so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People said eating sweet things can make you feel better. So I asked Yuheng to eat desserts with me in the coffeeshop near my home. It wasn't effective at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went home and signed in Msn. Aaron ( he used to be my best friend in primary school ) asked me for my results. I was so ashamed that I regretted signing on because I once boasted to him that the O level Additional Mathematics paper was no feat at all. Such an arrogant remark , Sebastian. I told him I got 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He told me he got 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was that he typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaron : =) I thought you said that the A maths and E maths paper were very easy ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't know if he meant it to be humiliating . But it was then , I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It won't be possible for time to return . The best I can do now would be to accept my scores and get into the best school my results can offer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope I can enter Anderson Junior College , although I know the chances are very slim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear God , if you can hear me , can you please bless me with good luck ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really want to study there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-8131324479758148287?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8131324479758148287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=8131324479758148287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8131324479758148287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8131324479758148287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/12-one-two-die-i-finally-gotten-back-my.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-8202951691133420125</id><published>2008-01-22T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T06:47:32.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go And Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''Do you sell hotdog icecream here ? '' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was what Charlene said to the ice cream vendor in Island Creamery. ;D Today , IG 23 had another gathering today! Shireen , Charlene , Yun Xuan , Phyllis , Tessa , Sheng Hui , Pei Rong , Melissa , Annabelle , Chong Kai , Collin , Tzi Ren , Austen and me went to Island Creamery today ;D It was after finishing our icecreams that Austen had the brilliant idea to play Truth or Dare. Both Charlene and Tzi Ren were the lucky ones ^^ We decided that Charlene would ask the vendor for hotdog icecream and Tzi Ren to take the shop's guitar , walk behind the counter and sit on chairs there. Charlene went first and queued for around 5 minutes and finally it was her turn. When she asked the vendor for the hotdog icecream , the female vendor looked at her with raised eyebrows and said no. She was probably thinking that Charlene must had had a screw loose to ask for an icecream like that =p Charlene then nodded her head and went back to her seat. Then next , Tzi Ren took the guitar and tried to walk behind the counter. Unfortunately , he got chased out before he got the chance to sit down. Isn't it so hilarious to hang out with IG 23?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next up , Charlene , Yun Xuan , Shireen , Annabelle , Chong Kai and me went to to Crystal Jade in Holland Village to have our dinner. As we were chatting , I mentioned to everyone that Charlene called me a noob. Chong Kai then asked everyone who thinks I am a noob to raise their hands. To my surprise , THEY ALL DID! I AM NOT A NOOB! After our dinner some old auntie I have never seen in my life told me to go and die. Well the misunderstanding was actually pretty retarded , it was because after finishing our dinner , Yun Xuan asked for the bill. Although the bill stated 50 dollars , Yunxuan paid 58 dollars , and the waiter came back to us to return us the remaining 8 dollars. And because Yun Xuan had been suanning me the whole day , I grabbed my chance and pointed my thumb sideways ( Cause Yun Xuan was sitting on my left ) and said retarded. This was when everyone around the table looked at me suddenly , with shocked expressions , before bursting into laughter. Reason? Cause an auntie was right behind me and she asked me to go and die. At first , I didn't believe them , but then I got the whole story. It appears that my thumb was accidentally pointing backwards and the old auntie was standing there , so when I said retarded. She got angry and asked me to die. Aint I innocent ? D: So after this retarded misunderstanding , we ended our gathering and went home. Well , that's all for our IG gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 2 more days time , on Thursday , I will be getting my O level results back. I am really so nervous and scared. I really really really hope that I can get a good L1R5 and enter a better college cause I don't really like CJC , but I know my chances are slim. Because I didn't work hard enough during my the examinations and was busy watching TV and chatting in MSN. Whats the point or regretting now? I just pray that God will bless me and let me get L1R5 below 10. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-8202951691133420125?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8202951691133420125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=8202951691133420125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8202951691133420125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8202951691133420125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/hotdog-ice-cream-please-do-you-sell.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-2937707097111264151</id><published>2008-01-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:04:02.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sir , Can I Have Your Plate Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haaaaaaaay guys ;D College life just started! After a couple of lectures and tutorials in CJC , I discovered that in jc , there's a really great need for speed. During lectures , the lecturers just keep on talking and changing slides on the powerpoint. You have got absolutely no time to understand what you are copying at all. You will just have to coordinate your brain , eyes and hand together and look at the powerpoint slides , understand the theories and examples and write it down in your note book all at the same time. All my friends seem to have no problem doing that at all , but I can't. Guess I would just have to make do with copying it first and going home to understand the lectures. The lecturers don't like us to ask any questions at all. They said if every 200 students in the lecture theatre ask a question , there would be absolutely no time for lectures , so we are expected to clarify our doubts with our tutors during tutorials. Great huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday , at around 7 p.m , was our IG gathering ;D Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay =pI organised the IG outing with help from Charlene , Shireen and Annabelle ^^ So we were supposed to meet at the Orchard road MRT station at 7 , but I was late for about 20 minutes and everyone had to wait for me. So sorry guys D: So Weiqi , Ying han , Tze Ren , Collin , Annabelle , Charlene , Yunxuan , Phyllis , Aloysius , Gretchen , Arwin , Malfoy and me met up at the MRT station and after discussing for 12 minutes or so , we set off to find a place where we would have our dinner ;D But , almost EVERY restaurant we went to were fully packed or otherwise , have not enough seats for 12 people , so after a long time , we went to henne for a meal at BillyBombers. Then Shireen and Chong Kai came and met up with us and we went for our dinner. I ordered a set meal which was supposed to be some roast chicken , and when it came , it came in a single half chicken. So I had so much trouble eating it since I had to somehow cut the meat from the whole piece of chicken and eat it. I almost wanted to use my hands and tear the wing and drumstick off and eat it , but that would look so totally cool , especially when I am sitting in front of the girls. So after the tiring meal , we sat there n chatted for a long time. Weiqi attempted to speak in Mandarin to Yinghan , and it totally made us laugh our heads off. Cause she spoke it worse than Shireen , who is a Sikh. Yinghan was eating halfway when Weiqi spoke in Mandarin ( I couldn't understand what she was saying due to her pronounciation) and Yinghan actually threw his fork on the table and said in mandarin , '' Can you stop speaking in Mandarin? I am starting to lose my appetite '' rofl. By the way , the sausage Yinghan was eating was curled in a shape that looks like something we could find in toilets lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then some of the girls went to toilet , and yinghan was so darn worried that they would escape without paying the bill lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was one of the hilarious parts ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A waiter came and said to Yinghan , '' Sir , Can I have your plates please? '' Then Yinghan said ok and he stacked up all the glasses together and handed it to the waiter. The waiter seems puzzled and repeated ' Plates please' and YingHan said ' Oh , I thought you wanted all . '' , and he unstacked all the glasses and passed him one of the glasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this point , I was half eating and I almost spat the chicken out of my mouth cause I saw the expression on the waiter's face. He was like totally looking at Yinghan as if hes retarded lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After an hour or so , Phyllis and Aloysius left. Followed by Collin , Annabelle , Gretchen , Tze Ren , Arwin and Weiqi. So its left with Chong Kai , Yinghan , Charlene , Yunxuan and Shireen ;D by then its alrd 10.40 and we went to take neoprints =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Chong Kai did something hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While the girls were sitting in the sofa thingey in the neoprint machine , me and ChongKai sat infront of the neoprint machine and Yunxuan handed ChongKai the coins. So after ChongKai inserted all the coins, he put his hand over my shoulder pulled me towards him and started posing .What he didn't realise was that he inserted the coins too fast and some of the coins rolled into the refund box , and the message '' 8/10 Credits' was flashing on the screen of the machine. I pointed at the screen but Chongkai was still smiling his best smile on the screen and didn't see my hands , so both of us looked like complete idiots posing in front of the camera when there isn;t enough credits. Rofl. And the girls were laughing like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the neoprints , we took our time to decorate it , pissing the shopgirls cause they wanted to close the shop.After the neoprints , we got out of the mall and were walking to the MRT station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was when Yinghan did his natural joke again ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay we were like crossing the road and yinghan saw a taxi driving slowly along the road. So he said '' Bye guys , I wanna take taxi '' and he went to the slow moving taxi and tried to open the door , but it was locked. And the taxi was still moving and he started walkin with the taxi and trying to open the door at the same time. And it was so hilarious to see him walking faster and faster trying to open the door and the taxi driver was looking at him as though hes a mad man lols. After a few seconds , just as the taxi driver decided to stop driving , he stopped chasing the taxi and turned to us and said ' Walau , so paiseh'' , and when yinghan turned around and saw the taxi not in motion , he started to chase it just as the taxi driver started driving again. ROFL. Isn't he a natural joker ;DThen he failed to get the taxi and he came back saying '' Walau so paiseh '' and '' stop laughing '' for like 5 times cause Ck and me were laughing like hell. We laughed until our stomach hurts lols ;D We were still laughing after he got into a taxi and went home lols. Then CK , Charlene , Shireen went to the MRT station and went home ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is like so damn fun to be with my friends with IG 23 ;D And I heard that Austen is organising another IG gathering ;D Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ;D I think we are the only IG who still had gathering after we got divided into our classes ;D I love IG 23 ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-2937707097111264151?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2937707097111264151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=2937707097111264151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2937707097111264151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/2937707097111264151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/sir-can-i-have-your-plate-please.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-8144523441205660996</id><published>2008-01-05T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:20:33.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wet , Cold And Full Of Mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaay =) Was too darned tired to post about the third day in CJC yesterday , but here it is ;D Yesterday , we started the day off with the mass dance again. As promised , our facils taught us the tougher and more energy consuming dance in the morning. It was called the ' Bhangra dance ' and it definitely lives up to its name cause its really bhangra. Phyllis was my dance partner again for today. The dance was pretty fun though I had to admit I am no good in it ;D Next up , our IG went to the police academy for the games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the first game , we are supposed to run for a short distance , then spin around for 15 times( I had to stand still for a moment before continuing the game ) , continue running for a short distance , do 15 spinning jumping jacks , run again , then play a clapping game with your partner ( this part wasn't easy at all , cause both me and my partners were so darned dizzy , then bend down and use your mouth to fish out a piece of candy in a huge plate of flour , ( no blowing allowed or you will get a pack of flour right in your face ) , after getting the candy , run back to your mates and its their turn ;D Eddie ( our facil ) made things worse by pouring flour over our heads while we were trying like idiots to pick up candies with our mouths. It was so fortunate that me and my partner ( Arwen) were one of the first few to play that game , I can't imagine using my mouth to fish for candies after so many people had done so , the flour would be so dirty since everyone kept spitting flour out of their mouths. ;D It was so lucky I had a packet of tissue in my pocket that time, so I shared with everyone and we were spared from the fate of being white faced and walking around. ;D Chong Kai actually ate the flour from the plate accidentally and had to walk around spitting flour lols.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next up is the swimming pool game ;D This one was simple , we and another team were given numbers and were asked to stand inside a waist deep pool. The game goes like this : The facils will shout out number/s and throw a ball into the pool and the people that had their number being called out would have to get the ball as quicky as they can. If you got the ball and run back to your initial position , you win. If you get the ball but the person from the other team touches you , you're game over. Simple right ;D The game ended with everyone splashing water at everyone they see. Auston deliberately lunged into the waters where the other team was standing at and made them all drenched ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third game was human bowling and we are supposed to slide on a canvas that is covered with soap and detergent and hit our facils who are standing at the other side of the canvas. I escaped from this game by volunteering to take care of my IG mates' specatacles ;D Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth game was that you have to lie down in the mud and form words with your IG mates and one of us would have to guess the word we are forming. Chong Kai got so darned dirty cause he was so darn happy to lie in the mud and let people arrange him ;D I was forced to lie too of cause T.T but I chose the dry spots so I wasn't covered in mud like everyone else ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last game was the caterpillar! Me and Jiawei as the only ones not covered in mud and detergents since we both skipped the dirty games. Little did we know that our clean days were numbered. CAUSE CATERPILLAR WAS SO DARN DIRTY. The Facils just asked us to sit in rows on the ground. The ground was darn wet and muddy , so I thought we were supposed to sit there while they spray water over us to clean us up. So I joined in the game and sat in the row , happily waiting for them to spray some clean water on us. But when the facils finally started pouring water on us... IT WAS MUDWATER. And then I realised , we are not sitting there for them to spray water on us , but we are supposed to sit in the MUD and put the legs of the person sitting behind us around our waist and use our hands to crawl in the mud. DISGUSTING. To make matters worse , Eddie and the other facils kept pouring mud over our heads. So all of us ended up being muddy D;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Of course , when we got back to CJC , the first we all did was to bath =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well and thats our orientation on Friday and I am having rashes due to the mud games T.T But now I am tired and I wanna sleep , so I guess I will see you next time ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-8144523441205660996?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8144523441205660996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=8144523441205660996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8144523441205660996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8144523441205660996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/wet-cold-and-full-of-mud.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-620636036615073897</id><published>2008-01-03T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:12:42.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oooohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day in Catholic junior college today ;D Orientation! Started the morning with the mass dance again , but this time , my dance partner was another girl ;D Shes quite nice looking too ;D&lt;br /&gt;I made a few really foolish mistakes during the dance initially such as forgetting to hold her hands when she stretched her hand out -.-, totally embarassing myself and worser still , embarassing her. I won't be surprised if she doesn't partner with me tomorrow lols. However , after half an hour or so , I started getting the hang of the dance and did it pretty fine ;D Yaaaay ^^ Tomorrow , we are supposed to learn another tougher and faster dance. Awww , lets hope I will be able to catch it tomorrow ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way , today , we went to the computer labs to select the courses that we want to take. And to my great surprise , I realised that I couldn't select Chemistry as one of my subjects! Why?! Cause I so totally forgotten that I failed my Chemistry during Prelims and I am supposed to get a C6 and above in order to take chemistry T.T booohooos. When I came out of the labs , I met yuheng and he told me he couldn't select Physics as one of his choices cos he failed it. Same fate I guess? And surprisingly , both of us took Maths , Economics and Geography , except that my science is physics and his is chemistry. We are so not fated to share the same class -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lots of water games. Firstly it was the waterbag volley ball thingey whereby you have to use canvas with a waterbag on it and fling the canvas so that the water bag flies over the net and hit your opponents. Next it was muddy chairs and it was totally disgusting. I skipped that game with tons of excuses I made up at my fingertips. Some of them were like this. I have a performance later. I have to perform in a concert next week. lols. In that game , there is a row of ten chairs on a huge field of mud , and you are supposed to sit on the chairs and move ( as in moving your butts to the next chair as fast as you can , you are not supposed to stand up and run duh ) from one side of the row of chairs and your opponents would be moving from the other side. When both meets each other , play scissors paper stone and the winner gets to push the loser away. This game has to be played with the seniors purposely dumping mud onto your chairs so that you sit on that stinking pile and those seniors get to pur pails of water over your head. I was labelled antisocial for skipping it duh. But I would rather be labelled that than sitting on piles of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played lots of other games which as pretty lame and boring which includes memorising some stuff about the graduates. I memorised 6 lines of it and if i am not wrong it goes like this. ''CJC graduates will start to appreciate the.... of giving onself for others and thereby enriching their lives with service to others. He shall not only be sensitive towards others and would also understand empathy. He will also be sensitive towards to beauty of our created universe and care for the life and our environment.'' I think it was something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow , we would be going to some sea of some sort to canoe. I am still considering if I should cut classes and skip the orientation tomorrow. But its the last day I would be able to play with the new friends I have made within my group cause from monday onwards , we would be separated into our various classes and continue our orientation with them. Well thats that I suppose. See you tomorrow ;D tata ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-620636036615073897?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/620636036615073897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=620636036615073897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/620636036615073897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/620636036615073897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/oooohhhhhh-2nd-day-in-catholic-junior.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-304983557016366716</id><published>2008-01-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:12:56.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dance? Uh-Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaay ;D School reopens today and I had to report to my junior college in 7.30 a.m. Awww D; I am so used to sleeping until 12 T.T Got up at around 6.10 and I had to walk past 2 bus stops to the bus stop that takes me to the college. Met Yuheng there and we went there together. Waited for other Swiss Cottagers and we ended up late. Then , the supposedly fun orientation began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation started with all those seniors dancing wildly for about 10 minutes and we sat there watching them dance. I seriously have to admit that their dance was awesome ;D After that we went to the ground floor and played whacker. Simple game. All you have to do is to shout a name and the guy with the newspaper made bat will come running towards you. Whack ya and you become the whacker. So you are supposed to rely on ur partner , to shout out other's names before the whacker whacks you. Being a renowned scatterbrain , I totally forgotten the names of the other students in my group so I had to rely heavily on my partner. But it seems that the other students had difficulty memorising names too and it was horrifying , cause they managed to got only a few names , and I am one of the unfortunate ones. So it went like this..&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebastian! Nice going , I got whacked the most then. Fun? You can try having a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next , we have to fill up a 1.5 litres empty bottle with water. Sounds simple doesn't it ? ;D Yea right! With our hair! Wth? So we had to tie one of legs to one of the legs of our partner , walk or limp like and idiot , wet your hair , come dripping back and drip the water in the bottle. I was having difficulty wetting my hair ( I am a boy , so what do you expect?) and my partner offered to help. I accepted gratefully and got the shock of my life. Cause the girl totally splashed the water all over my head. Fun huh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the last activity was the finishing blow. Remember I just said that the seniors' dance was awesome? Well I didn't know we are suppposed to learn that. And you have to partner with a person with the opposite gender. Awkward , especially when I don't even know the name of the girl who is partnering me. The guys in front of me were so enthusiastic about the dance , spinning around and squatting down. I wonder if my partner is displeased by my total lack of enthusiasm , but hey , dancing isn't my thing. Then I am supposed to hold the girl's hand and let her twist towards me. So when you are looking from my back , it looks as if i am hugging the girl. End result? It is once again confirmed that I am no dancer. Cause I practically skipped all those tough dance moves and did the easy ones ;D Too bad for my partner D: especially when she was pretty nice looking. Ahahahss ^^ Well I guess this post was a little too long ;D but haaaaay ^^ , it is my blog yea? So I could actually chatter all I want ;D Well, but it is pretty enough today ;D so i guess i will continue tomorrow ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Pray that I won't get the darn tall girl as my dance partner tomorrow ;D I can't imagine what would happen if that happens ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-304983557016366716?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/304983557016366716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=304983557016366716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/304983557016366716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/304983557016366716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance-uh-oh-haaaaaaaaaaaay-d-school.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-8853527962656140150</id><published>2008-01-01T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:13:11.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The End Is Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww... School is reopening tomorrow. Worst of all , I am entering a junior college now and that means more stress and assignments D: I don't wanna go school T.T As if things weren't bad enough , the school i am entering is in the middle of nowhere. All I is to walk out of the school and TADAH! All I will be able to see is an expressway and a forest. Awesome. No malls , no clubs , no restaurants , no fastfood. Just lots of cars and trees. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of complaining , heres an IQ test I did today ;D Cool huh? Genius? Who are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far Below Average&gt;Below Average&gt;Around Average&gt;Very Smart&gt;Extremely Brilliant&gt;Bright Mastermind&gt; Regional Genius&gt; Universal Genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IQ test score" src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTkyNTkzMzg5NTMmcHQ9MTE5OTI1OTgzMDkzNyZwPXd3dyUyRXRlc3RyaWZmaWMlMkVjb2*mZD*mbj*=.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-8853527962656140150?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8853527962656140150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=8853527962656140150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8853527962656140150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/8853527962656140150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-is-beginning-universal-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516771510594429458.post-4506009070647125459</id><published>2007-12-31T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:13:25.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh It's Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaay! It's new year already! Time really flies like an arrow , doesn't it? Today I went to Sakae Sushi with Kwong Chuin for a mini farewell party since we are both going to different colleges next year. ( at least for the first month ) Ruikang was supposed to come but alas , he sent a message and said he couldn't make it as usual. Heck. Me and KC enjoyed that meal anyways and we went to the arcade. I totally owned him there. I don't know what its called actually , but the machine sorta shoots disks onto a table and we are supposed to hit those disks and make them fly into our opponent's slot. Whatever its called. Point is , I owned him 12 is to 6. In our second game, some funny kid came around and interrupted our game by helping KC shoot disks into my slot. It was to my disadvantage and so duh , I didn't appreciate it. But 2 on 1 or not , I still owned KC and the funny kid , both at the same time. ;D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After our eventful arcade trip , I was exhausted and decided to go home. So I didn't went to the countdown with yuheng and the rest. Part of my exhaustion was due to our percussion's display of vocal talents in Kbox yesterday , where me , Raymond , Joshua , Zhichuen , John , Tricia sang until we were crazy. End result?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We rock ;D But the most vital part that explains my moodiness is that I would have to enter Catholic Junior College in 2 days time. Countdown to new year would naturally mean counting down to school reopening , which to me , is very very dumb. Who would welcome school reopening anyway? But anyway , I would like to wish everyone a happy new year ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling? I never thought I would celebrate new year without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516771510594429458-4506009070647125459?l=whisperingroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4506009070647125459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516771510594429458&amp;postID=4506009070647125459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4506009070647125459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516771510594429458/posts/default/4506009070647125459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperingroads.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-its-happy-new-year-haaay-its-new.html' title=''/><author><name>forget-me-not</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956827218669549668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
