<?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-6862520482392020681</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:57:36.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestoned baby.....cos you look soooo cute!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7719887544158219588</id><published>2008-03-02T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:31:58.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/teasingcupidity"&gt;www.xanga.com/teasingcupidity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've moved like a movie (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7719887544158219588?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7719887544158219588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7719887544158219588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7719887544158219588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7719887544158219588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/03/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5347176169848893819</id><published>2008-02-17T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:35:18.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7hEXrivlfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KV80vKmbX_c/s1600-h/love67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167955746023773682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7hEXrivlfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KV80vKmbX_c/s320/love67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're plastic, you're fake. &lt;em&gt;I think i am too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today i feel damn whatever, maybe its like the stress of the coming week. Maybe its cos i feel i haven't studied or for that matter revise enough. Maybe i'm behind time. I need to be cheered up ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5347176169848893819?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5347176169848893819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5347176169848893819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5347176169848893819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5347176169848893819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-plastic-youre-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7hEXrivlfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KV80vKmbX_c/s72-c/love67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1871275966514569905</id><published>2008-02-16T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:37:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Woke up at 9a.m, snooze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;10a.m snooze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;11.15 a.m snooze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finally at 11.58a.m, i decided to drag my lazy fat ass out of the bed. Hahah and i realised my ordeal of being hated is over. I feel slightly more loved than i did last night (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh during CLE lessons this week, we were talking about death. So for about 30 mins or so, Mr Tan was talking about he dealt with the death of his loved ones. Like his dad passed on when he was 14, which i of course felt sad. Then we were supposed to write a letter because we were gonna die in a few months time, and the things you would change during this period of time. And when i was writing that letter, i realised i really &lt;em&gt;wanted &lt;/em&gt;to change alot of things but i guess i didn't dare to, or was a little hesistant. So if i were to die, i really would go to everybody who cared for me, and tell them i love them. I ask myself, why is it i would only do that when i'm about to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Enough of all the pondering which made me sad on thursday. Funny fact 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I was going for my tuition on thursday, in the evening. So i took 410, then i passed RI, where Gan hopped on. So ya i sat with him, until i alighted first at my stop. Then we both said bye, and then just before the bus stopped, i said bye again. Don't ask me why. Then he like didn't hear cos he was plugging in his ipod. Then next to us was 2 RJ guys, 1 guy alighted at the same stop as me, and his friend said bye. Then i thought Gan replied, so i said bye again! Ya i realised i was damn dumb/jacked when the RJ peep stared at me. Fuck la, i never felt so stupid before. I don't think i actually get what i'm writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Funny fact 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Its something about my room, but i just cannot remember! CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Things that i want/need now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hard Disk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cardigan sweater or whatever you call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I should start with my homework, namely ERP, SS, Geog,which i got extension for (: Philo, and study for maths chinese history and SS. Wah, Raffles Institution have cruel teachers ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HIATUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1871275966514569905?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1871275966514569905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1871275966514569905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1871275966514569905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1871275966514569905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/woke-up-at-9a.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-6542509311547640423</id><published>2008-02-15T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:46:54.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am blind, i thought you were my good friend. And everytime i heard rumours about you, i defended you, not wanting you to get hurt. And infront of me, you wear a mask, you become all nice, which sends shivers down my spine. You become, on my side, you tell me how people are like, and scretly i disagree. Behind my back, you bitch and backstab, just so you can achieve acceptance. I don't wanna change you anymore, especially how you keep fickling with your words, and it gets to a point where its almost contradictary. You can go on telling people about me, and change and twist the cruel reality of the words when you're with me. I don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now that i have gotten that nonsense off my chest, it feels better. Hahah like you know, it was sticking to my chest, so now i got it off? OKAY, i feel damn lame. Blame Ugenie's photo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;15th feb, which was today, i had lunar new year dinner with the old folks as part of the interact club's plan to foster budding relationships with the elderly. Chim. Yea so I was in table 5. Got to the hall about 15 minutes late, talked to this chap, who was damn nice. Tried to take a picture without him knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7WpsbivlcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EqTOyfd_NP0/s1600-h/15-02-08_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167222728250332610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7WpsbivlcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EqTOyfd_NP0/s320/15-02-08_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Failed, sitting too far apart. Then there was the other guy, whom i talked to alot too. Reminds me of Grandpa, whom i was very close to last time. So just talked, random stuff. Then lohay. Then a 5-7 course dinner, which i ate very little cos i must sacrifice for the olde folke. All worth it, they were damn nice, except for one who scolded me for acting smart when i actually knew the title of the song. GRRRRR. Anyway, a picture of my table, plus cai shen ye, plus some other random peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7WpsrivldI/AAAAAAAAALk/Fryqfq9uy_E/s1600-h/15-02-08_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167222732545299922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7WpsrivldI/AAAAAAAAALk/Fryqfq9uy_E/s320/15-02-08_2114.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;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;14th feb, i spent valentine's day getting suaned by Yida and Jed. Bryan gave me a rose, which was nice and sweet. Hahaha, after school i went for tracknfield, realised i could fulfill my potential of throwing a javelin in RJ. I throw further than Avinash. Okay so i'm good then. Morrison has juniors that are really unenthusisatic, which sucks. We the exco have to go motivate them, just to turn up for the events that they signed up for, or to just bring the very available house shirts. Sheeshhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So pastamania after that, with Shannon, Avinash, Bryan, Marcus Lennie. Always like that, the only non-rugger. But it was nice, i ate alot and Avi would take pictures, disrupting my food intake. I know you read my blog, HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7Wp_bivleI/AAAAAAAAALs/a9MZc8uNJbQ/s1600-h/s320x24022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167223054667847138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7Wp_bivleI/AAAAAAAAALs/a9MZc8uNJbQ/s320/s320x24022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tuition after that was rockers! I rock at maths now. Evidence, my latest maths TA, which FYI i always fail = 7/9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I can't think of what to update anymore, cos i'm being rushed. I can't think when i'm rushed. So i shall update about B div. We won our first 2 matches, which is good. But we're not playing like that well, a few cock ups here and there. Like forwards gotta convert more, backline needs more composure, midfield should stop the dribbling. Yea, monday against Siling, hopefully we'll play better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S This paragraph was useless ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I shall edn but before that i need to tell you something really funny which happend 23 seconds ago. I ate my coffee sweets, then i wanna throw the wraper away. The dustbin is under the table. I try to throw it in, from like 3cm away. Its like confirm go in right, then i throw damn hard, it missed by a mile, and flies to my table! Hahaha okay you gotta be here to actually see the thing to laugh until you're on the carpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Crap i read the paragraph and its not funny ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-6542509311547640423?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6542509311547640423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=6542509311547640423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6542509311547640423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6542509311547640423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-blind-i-thought-you-were-my-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R7WpsbivlcI/AAAAAAAAALc/EqTOyfd_NP0/s72-c/15-02-08_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-488237006717421938</id><published>2008-01-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:41:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hoho, my 90th post of this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taO1ikDTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_kUgGSA4jKY/s1600-h/23-01-08_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159817009019751730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taO1ikDTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_kUgGSA4jKY/s320/23-01-08_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored during RE. Maskil was being gay, he sucks at taking photos, i was owning at sudoku, he was helping me. Hahaha yea, RE at the hall with no teachers. And there was this son of a bitch switched on the fan. The air con was already switched on, so like the place was damn cold, the fan blowing straight at me. WHAT THE HELL, i was wearing shorts too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPFikDUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/IFqHAWjKLBM/s1600-h/19-01-08_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159817013314719042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPFikDUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/IFqHAWjKLBM/s320/19-01-08_1825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPVikDVI/AAAAAAAAALE/T5PWzvkV3zY/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159817017609686354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPVikDVI/AAAAAAAAALE/T5PWzvkV3zY/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taO1ikDTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_kUgGSA4jKY/s1600-h/23-01-08_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My 2 besties, they camwhore on the mrt (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPlikDWI/AAAAAAAAALM/iAGv7eoruXI/s1600-h/18-01-08_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159817021904653666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPlikDWI/AAAAAAAAALM/iAGv7eoruXI/s320/18-01-08_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPFikDUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/IFqHAWjKLBM/s1600-h/19-01-08_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Welllllllll, non blury mrt screens make for better pictures (: AVI SO HANDSOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Last week was Marcus's party, at wild wild wet. My god, it was super fun. So we tried everything. There was the relaxing stream of some sort where we just float around in a float. Quite nice, then there was this ride which was damn scary, like roller coaster! Sit in a float and drop almost straight down, like the viking but on water and no safety features. Somehow i was the only one screaming. Then it was this ride which could seat 6 but we only had 4-5 so not as fast. But the second time was super nice, cos Bryan Jason and Lennie are all fat, like me. So the thing went slightly faster. Then it was this purple tunnel ride, where you slide throught complete darkness. SCARY! Can't see whats infront of you, cos its pitch black! Then tsuanmi ride, where the water is turned to tsuanmi ride, so keep bopping up and down. HAHAHA DAMN FUN! Like getting drowned like that. After that we decided to tan, and thats about it. Happy birthday Marcus, Clinton and Zoey! I'm like a few days late for all of you, sorry! But i mean it cos its sweet 16 for everyone! Ah many more sweet 16 parties for this year i hope (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today was god sis birthday. Well so happy 21st birthday Steph! Your party rocked, the food was damn nice. The honeydew dessert was out of this world, i had 5 bowls! The cheese cake was heavenly, this is making me hungry! Hahah and geordie loooked funny bald, ah the life of all NS men. We played Wiii, i suck at it. Damn difficult, but the characters damn super cute! I'm thinking of getting one for my room, save save save! So i was the youngest at the party, i feel so small! But i had fun, and Loi is super hilarious (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My 160gb ipod is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My teeth hurts like mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've got a physics quiz on tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I've changed my seating arrangement, i'm sitting with people with 3.6 gpa and above. I feel stupid ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hockey now is fun, with our weekly sunday matches against ORA peeps. I'm hoping to be able to drag flick by B Div. Its still not fast enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maths in school is hard, but Sai rocks in teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chinese new year is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;February is almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A man and a woman lived next to each other. But because of their habits, he turns right wherever he goes, and she turns left wherever she goes, they never meet outside their house before. Each morning, they leave at the same time, but never got to see each other. Were they not fated? Their rooms were of symmetrical design to each other, with their beds facing against the wall that seperated the 2 apartments. He thought nobody lived next door. She thought nobody lived next door. He was lonely, she longed for compianonship. Their paths never met. Years later, they both left the city. He went right to take the train, she went left to take a bus. They ended up at a crossroad outside a floral shop. They met, and fate brought them together. Its only later they realised all that separated them was 1 wall, and their own undoings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;be together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes, things are there for us, we just gotta take one more step, to get the full picture. Sometimes, we gotta let go of our own selfish ways, and look the other direction, where we may find happiness, bliss, and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even if it may seem far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taP1ikDXI/AAAAAAAAALU/pxW1weg-vHQ/s1600-h/ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159817026199620978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taP1ikDXI/AAAAAAAAALU/pxW1weg-vHQ/s320/ana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taPlikDWI/AAAAAAAAALM/iAGv7eoruXI/s1600-h/18-01-08_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I nearly cried when Ana lost. I don't like Sharapova, she screams too much, she's way too tall, and she's too unfeminine when she plays. Ana Ivanovic, she's a beauty, plays good tennis but she's a little nervous sometimes. I like her better, i hope she wins Wimbeldon this year (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll never get tired of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Goodnight! You're mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taP1ikDXI/AAAAAAAAALU/pxW1weg-vHQ/s1600-h/ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-488237006717421938?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/488237006717421938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=488237006717421938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/488237006717421938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/488237006717421938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoho-my-90th-post-of-this-blog-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R5taO1ikDTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_kUgGSA4jKY/s72-c/23-01-08_1348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5561132534702661523</id><published>2008-01-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:44:03.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8 years from now i should be studying, Uni yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years from now i'll be looking for internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years from now i'll be more matured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years from now this blog still lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years from now i promise i'll still be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love CLE, and maths tuition too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5561132534702661523?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5561132534702661523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5561132534702661523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5561132534702661523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5561132534702661523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/8-years-from-now-i-should-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3940343490152459980</id><published>2008-01-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:23:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R4zKcacjQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/VuQJVYYPeJU/s1600-h/04-01-08_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155718262916596674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R4zKcacjQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/VuQJVYYPeJU/s320/04-01-08_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn long ago sandcastle thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R4zKcqcjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/DRd0IS_DtXM/s1600-h/s4_op_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155718267211563986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R4zKcqcjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/DRd0IS_DtXM/s320/s4_op_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the RI WEBBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so the RI webby has some nice pictures, like that one there. Blood sweat and tears i think? Whatever, this is quite overdue, like it was week 1 friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's been pretty fun lately i guess. Sec 4, and i really wanna make full use of my last year here. I should be in my class CEC, like results announced tomorrow? Hahah, 3 time nominee is finally stepping up to the task eh. So back to my last year, i've been keeping up with my resolutions lately. Like do my work ON TIME, and with some degree of hard work and effot put into it. It feels good, cos i've been slacking over the years. Like Qayyum says i have changed, for the better, more good boy. I do work in the clock tower when it rains. Damn Han Bojian, but i wouldn't mind being as smart as him really. 4J rocks really, much more than last year. Though Yi Da keeps suaning me, and fighting me on fighter's club but yea other than that we're pretty cool (: More work this year though, but then again i'm starting to like doing work and handing it up on time. CAN'T YOU GUYS SEE I'VE TURNED OVER A NEW STEM/LEAF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motorazr rocks, other than the fact that sms is kinda retarded, and retardedly slow. Dictionary is almost non existent, but the secondary camera effect is cool! And plus the touch screen vibration thingy's fun to play with! Better than my last 2 phones, never should have switched from the cybershot. I'm waiting for the redeemned 160gb ipod video. OOOHHHH all the movies i can put inside. Yea so ask American Express to mail it faster please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can almost tell school's slightly more stressful than the holidays. 'Slightly'. I hardly blog, on use msn for that matter. Check my mail and its full of spam from facebook. "Raymond has just superpoked you! Click here to whatever whatever whatever" Super irritating! The notifications damn whatever, make me damn whatever also. Whatever emo kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i think both Vanessa Hudgens and Jessica Alba are cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But above all, you're the cutest to me, and the best too (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3940343490152459980?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3940343490152459980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3940343490152459980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3940343490152459980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3940343490152459980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-long-ago-sandcastle-thing-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R4zKcacjQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/VuQJVYYPeJU/s72-c/04-01-08_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3691870450361780914</id><published>2008-01-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:53:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muahahhaha, 2008. Lemme do my mini reflection of 2007 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2007 was great. Well except for some minor stuff like my studies. Not too good i must say. Looking back, i realised i just slacked all the way until the last 2 weeks before exams. Like my CA was terrible, i just kept lazing around. Thank god admission to RJ is based on sec 4 results. I can still turn over a new leaf. So this year is gonna be different. I've come up with a couple of resolutions for 2008, most of which i'm gonna bloody hell keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. GPA 3.4, well somewhere around there would be ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Go to mass once a fortnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Less msn during school days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Work harder on my golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Start shaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Less afternoon naps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7.  Get a job, like money yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Less vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of which, i'm sitting at the front in class now. DAMN GOOD BOY I SWEAR. Haven't sat infront since kindergarten. Thats a good start isn't it? Mass, hmmmmm, i'll figure that out later. God understands. I realised mass is an obligation, hohoho what have i been doing? Hahaha so my resolutions, which i do intend to keep. Like the naps and msn very easy. Shaving and job damn difficult, shaving's painful, a job's very sian. But whatever, i have so many days to try and keep them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2007 was pretty much in one word, fail, or &lt;em&gt;shi bai. &lt;/em&gt;But i think the best part was i made soooo many new friends, who just really make me happy when i need to be, when i want to be. So thankful, you know who you are. And i really grew closer to some people like Shannon Andrew Clinton. So nice to have friends who can just listen and give you advice. Shannon doesn't do that, but well we pretty much have similiar interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I look forward to 2008, really my last year in RI, which i really hope it would be a fuifilling one. I'm not quite sure if i would be ready to leave RI. Too many memories, and plus the teachers keep going on about how we should not have any regrets, and just try and do all that we can. And i'll turn 16! Wooooooh, legal age for everything. And this year will be so much better than last year, cos i will get to spend more time with you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First 2 days of school was great. Like the atmosphere damn nice, i really wondered why i dreaded school so much. Maybe cos its the chinese homework which is due tomorrow, i am so fucking screwed! But i'll do it, its part of my resolution. Even if it means sleeping late ): I have nice nice teachers this year, i think?  So funny, sitting infront really opens your eyes to the many quirks the teachers have. And i don't need my specs when i sit infront. Gallery seats are pretty cool, i can see ISH from way up there. So distinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gymed with Shannon, Nick and some ruggers like Lennie Jason Marcus today. Prasheen was there too. Yea alot of people but i can't really vomit everything here. Then Shannon and i went to AMK hub after exploring the new and improved j8, with some better shops. I saw tennis rackets, which i will definitely lay my hands on once money arrives (: Shannon's bed damn weird. Like doesn't feel right. And he choose phone like choose wife like that. Motorola! Or samsung also can. And i lost the photo that we both took. GRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright finger pain already. Raffles Trail on Sat, and soon it will be the final hockey season for RI. Looking forward to that! Tataaaatttaaa, or Yatttaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey baby, i'm not waiting anymore. Just hopping onboard the next train, just like you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3691870450361780914?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3691870450361780914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3691870450361780914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3691870450361780914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3691870450361780914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2008/01/muahahhaha-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2787413343478273453</id><published>2007-12-29T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:48:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Merry christmas people! HOHO, i loved this christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday went to town with Andrew, Paula, Joel and Debra. Basically just did some last minute christmas shopping for the 2 big giants. How can anyone leave christmas shopping till the very last minute?!?! Damn retarded, so we walked the whole orchard, just keep walking and walking, and basically buying very little stuff. Hahahah i got so bored, i decided to try standing at the underground tunnel thingy and stick out my hand for money. Hahaha, lame shit, the stuff i would love doing. Andrew wanted to get me ladies underwear, but he kept saying it would be too tight and all -_-' Weird! Hahah, but it was fun, and ended up at heeren. Bought some friendship band with all the guys, including this cool chap Micheal. Okay good day, dinner was great. God pa cooks really welllllllll. Ribs and ham, and alot of stuff which fitted nicely into my stomach (: Midnight mass was well, a fresh experience for me considering i haven't really been going for mass. Opps, but church has a nice little atmosphere, sometimes i really wonder why i can't get my big fat lazy ass to the pews. Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay tuesday, i couldn't wake up. But dragged my bum for branch with Geordie. Dim sum, very nice! Then dinner was just fabulously fantastically great! Ryan's god ma, wait does she make me god ma in law or something? Like steffi is my god sis in law and timmi's my god bro in law? NO, its such a waste i'm not related to them. Anyway dinner was super, chicken stew was the sex. Then all sorts of stupid games later, where timmi is horribly bad, and Steffi, like the older one, hit her legs till it bruised. HAHA, okay inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday, training at Delta. Retardedly hot, against the sec 4s. So being juniors, had to take off out shirts, and yes my whole body was burnt. But niceeeee match, we played well, just need some minor touch ups. Then RUSHED TO CINE TO MEET AVI, who bought tickets for a great show. Watched with Bryan and Avi, the Emporium? We could have watched I am Legend or National Treasure, or heck the NC rating and watch Warlords. But we were still young at heart, and decided to watch a show with magic. Dinner with Lyndon, and Patrick. Argh, can't stand him. But my mum makes nice Sukiyaki, however you spell it, still damn good. Secret : sauce (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursday, woke up sick. Couldn't go to school cos my eye nearly died. And with my hair brown, wasn't too smart to show the teachers right? But i was sick ok! Didn't purposely ponned school. Went shopping with dearest mummy, bought 2 pair of jeans, one skinny (: both were pretty unneccasary. All thats left is a pair of canvas? I love shopping with my mum, but i love her even more (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday, today, played tennis with Geordie and Stephanie at the club. I'm learning the top spin forehand, which resulted in us losing 2 balls. But learning still, i'll be like Federer one day. Just takes time. Then we decided to go out cos Geordie's going to NS next year, and Stephanie's going back to Australia. So vivo! My first visit to the place (: I saw stuff that i liked, in many shops like topman, pull and bear, french connection, River Island, NUM, Zara, Converse. But in the end, i bought 1 shirt from topman, hahhah after 3 hours of aimless walking. Vivo's cool, i had Carl's Junior for tea break, OMG DAMN NICE! Facial after that, i died, i got poked to death, i teared,my face is in horrible state now, and guess what, i book another appointment for early Feb. Yea i know, i'm retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just realised, i haven't exchanged gifts with Andrew, Shannon and Avi! And the stupid prison break 2 cheat my feelings. I can't watch the last 3 episodes! Stupid china disc, i should have known better. Jacque owes me my prison break 3 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall reply tags then. Bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Avinash: Hahah, thanks, love your blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ugenie: Really la, haven't finished watching prison break 2 yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Debbie: YO! Have fun in Thailand (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Daphy: Ah yes, prison break 3 sounds better. 1 was pretty good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jackie: Haven't reached yet la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hokay, getting my new phone tomorrow (: (: Shall update in awhile. Ta ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I still love you, but its the same mistakes that i make, that seem to drive us further apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2787413343478273453?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2787413343478273453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2787413343478273453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2787413343478273453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2787413343478273453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-people-hoho-i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1072336087113107872</id><published>2007-12-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:41:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think i'm very old school, but i finished prison break 1 last night. OH my god, you know the show is seriously damn nice, and damn exciting. Like the last episode, Scofield was the last guy to escape, the the bloody alarm went, and i just could not bear to watch cos my heart just cannot take it. So i just paused it. At first i was screaming like, FISH, PLEASE CROSS OTHERWISE I MIGHT DIE! HAHA, i feel very retarded now. Anyway, i'm at season 2 now, and it seems to be getting better. I hate Bellick, he's got a screwed up face. And Sara is pretty, no questions there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't finished chinese holiday homework. Screwed, screwed, screwed ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must say, i find myself smiling for no apparent reason (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1072336087113107872?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1072336087113107872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1072336087113107872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1072336087113107872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1072336087113107872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-im-very-old-school-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2570523842327284868</id><published>2007-12-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:49:14.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoho, i'm back from Penang. Like on Monday, but i didn't want to blog without pictures? Yea so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR9WrmD-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3LV0TGSr0pA/s1600-h/P1030224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145663795005624290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR9WrmD-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3LV0TGSr0pA/s320/P1030224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles one! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUx2rmEHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oYaqUGaLNPw/s1600-h/P1030233.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145666895972012146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUx2rmEHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oYaqUGaLNPw/s320/P1030233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thats how we do our warm up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR92rmD_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1cmxal4QOEs/s1600-h/P1030251.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145663803595558898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR92rmD_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/1cmxal4QOEs/s320/P1030251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padding up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR-GrmEAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hrGJqvDye3A/s1600-h/P1030254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145663807890526210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR-GrmEAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hrGJqvDye3A/s320/P1030254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team talk, so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR-mrmEBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yhJYPhQIjS8/s1600-h/P1030256.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145663816480460818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR-mrmEBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yhJYPhQIjS8/s320/P1030256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is cool shit, walking out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2keJmrmEOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QYi71B5drfM/s1600-h/P1010819.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677199598555362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2keJmrmEOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QYi71B5drfM/s320/P1010819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2keJGrmENI/AAAAAAAAAKU/i94tkK_t03I/s1600-h/P1010818.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145677191008620754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2keJGrmENI/AAAAAAAAAKU/i94tkK_t03I/s320/P1010818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR_GrmECI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7fx_N1NfCi0/s1600-h/P1030263.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145663825070395426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR_GrmECI/AAAAAAAAAI8/7fx_N1NfCi0/s320/P1030263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUwGrmEDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jIFooVeMOfo/s1600-h/P1030264.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145666865907241010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUwGrmEDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jIFooVeMOfo/s320/P1030264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUwmrmEEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tmOfcPtOZ_s/s1600-h/P1030265.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145666874497175618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUwmrmEEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tmOfcPtOZ_s/s320/P1030265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUxGrmEFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yxDl6ZcQ91U/s1600-h/P1030266.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145666883087110226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUxGrmEFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yxDl6ZcQ91U/s320/P1030266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUxWrmEGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IP8mPYU-jKI/s1600-h/P1030271.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145666887382077538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUxWrmEGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IP8mPYU-jKI/s320/P1030271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I said stop, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUxGrmEFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yxDl6ZcQ91U/s1600-h/P1030266.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXIWrmEII/AAAAAAAAAJs/cPrcydu9dhc/s1600-h/P1030243.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145669481542324354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="374" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXIWrmEII/AAAAAAAAAJs/cPrcydu9dhc/s320/P1030243.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Raffles Hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXImrmEJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YjxGdpWp3SI/s1600-h/P1030246.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145669485837291666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXImrmEJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YjxGdpWp3SI/s320/P1030246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kUxGrmEFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yxDl6ZcQ91U/s1600-h/P1030266.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha, the failed taupok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXJGrmEKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4hfI0DUVNPs/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145669494427226274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXJGrmEKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4hfI0DUVNPs/s320/P1030273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXJWrmELI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zGot9ub_xTA/s1600-h/P1030275.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145669498722193586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXJWrmELI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zGot9ub_xTA/s320/P1030275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You see ISH! He's bloody hell molesting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXJ2rmEMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Fz5v3IfeH8M/s1600-h/P1030287.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145669507312128194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kXJ2rmEMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Fz5v3IfeH8M/s320/P1030287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrom takes rather unglam pictures ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay so i took a year to upload this pictures. Went out with Avi and Shannon yesterday. Hahahah, i have alot of fun with my 2 besties (: Or however Avi calls it. I bought sandals, like the Haviannas brother thing? And a hoodie which they both hated it so much. I don't get it, the hoodie is adorable! But whatever, i just ignored their blatant detest, and bought it (: I need some new tees, and i guess that should fit into my wardrobe nicely. Enough of clothes already, should start saving huh? NAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of which, everybody calls me Thaddeus now. I've gotten used to it already. Hahahah, like today, Clinton said "Thaddeus, you go up, i take the man" Okay damn funny, but no time to laugh cos training damn tiring, and from 12-2. Why we always book funny pitch timings ah? Anyway, i can count about 13 people who call me Thaddeus. Quite cool right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6 days to christmas! On the 6th day of christmas, my true love gave to me...... lalalalala (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2570523842327284868?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2570523842327284868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2570523842327284868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2570523842327284868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2570523842327284868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoho-im-back-from-penang.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R2kR9WrmD-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3LV0TGSr0pA/s72-c/P1030224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1246891382109289550</id><published>2007-12-12T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:10:31.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chop Chop, finally dyed my hair brown (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chop Chop, 75 75, i'm currently 3rd, behind Poom and some other Thai guy. Onslaught(is that how you spell it?) tomorrow! Wish me luck (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chop Chop, leaving for Penang tomorrow night. Join the rest of the team, sixes! Fun fun fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1246891382109289550?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1246891382109289550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1246891382109289550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1246891382109289550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1246891382109289550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/chop-chop-finally-dyed-my-hair-brown.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-833038647622597082</id><published>2007-12-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:20:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tried to take a picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanna fill this new frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it's Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's been getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've got a piece of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it's Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We're Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I even wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Should be getting under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;These sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We could lie in this bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it's Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We're Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, oh.Oh, oh.Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Oh, oh.Oh, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trying too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We're Empty(Maybe we're trying)(Trying too hard)(Maybe we're torn apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We're Empty(Maybe the timing)(Is beating our hearts)We're Empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heh, from the guys who make skinny jeans look good. The click five rocks! Or maybe its just this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mamma mia, i miss my bitch. Please come back soon ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life goes on, like how it would with you or without you. I'm certainly saving more money now. But when i look back at my mistakes, i wonder if only. Nah, cos i just don't love you no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-833038647622597082?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/833038647622597082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=833038647622597082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/833038647622597082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/833038647622597082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/tried-to-take-picture-of-love-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7917536532937039752</id><published>2007-12-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:05:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEFbcD3BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4Jh6y8FK4xU/s1600-h/PB250650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140511622233840658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEFbcD3BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4Jh6y8FK4xU/s320/PB250650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was very excited to row a boat on a very, well ducky boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEF7cD3CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PkRyDvzaLg4/s1600-h/PB260655.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140511630823775266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEF7cD3CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PkRyDvzaLg4/s320/PB260655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Group 2! Mr Quek damn handsome siah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEGbcD3DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PbJ9_PiKOfw/s1600-h/PB260661.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140511639413709874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEGbcD3DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PbJ9_PiKOfw/s320/PB260661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball match against the china peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bCzbcD28I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BswVTion0sQ/s1600-h/PB210579.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510213484567490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bCzbcD28I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BswVTion0sQ/s320/PB210579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Micheal, Me, Wei, Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bCz7cD29I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_UW63-AAsfo/s1600-h/PB220596.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510222074502098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bCz7cD29I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_UW63-AAsfo/s320/PB220596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I drew/painted that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bC0LcD2-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ly4k8MvwK7s/s1600-h/PB230600.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510226369469410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bC0LcD2-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ly4k8MvwK7s/s320/PB230600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kungfu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bC0rcD2_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/FTDNW28x5Oo/s1600-h/PB230605.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510234959404018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bC0rcD2_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/FTDNW28x5Oo/s320/PB230605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Part of Class 8 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bC07cD3AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kxOkYH3P5oE/s1600-h/PB240626.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140510239254371330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bC07cD3AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kxOkYH3P5oE/s320/PB240626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cool shit waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-hrcD2yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CUbIB-2wVDk/s1600-h/PB200484.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140505510495378210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-hrcD2yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CUbIB-2wVDk/s320/PB200484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-h7cD2zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xfbz-q__JI0/s1600-h/PB200495.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140505514790345522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-h7cD2zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xfbz-q__JI0/s320/PB200495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Micheal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-ircD20I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zqCXmh_q2ak/s1600-h/PB200524.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140505527675247426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-ircD20I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zqCXmh_q2ak/s320/PB200524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weishen looks constipated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140505536265182034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-jLcD21I/AAAAAAAAAGc/kGCyEy_E3IQ/s320/PB200558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This was the worst trustfall ever, i fell right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-jrcD22I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8xOe3V5mdHk/s1600-h/PB200563.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140505544855116642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1a-jrcD22I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8xOe3V5mdHk/s320/PB200563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My buddy, a guy who seriously needs to lose some weight, and me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hokay, most of my photos are with Mr Quek, a.k.a, Quekky. So these photos are like only the first week or so. I hope to get them soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So hello Singapore, i typed something before the addition of the photos but they seem to have disappeared. But nevermind, i feel very chinaish, Wuhan was absolutely fabulous! Like i learn hell alot, from the friendly chinese students. They make us feel like celebrities, cos they really want to know us singaporeans better. And they're so nice! So hardoworking too! I especially the secondary school kids, where we taught them english. Andrew sent me this photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bGY7cD3EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n0ppokWL1GM/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140514156264545346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bGY7cD3EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n0ppokWL1GM/s320/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aren't they just adorable! 13-year olds taupoking me! So cute, and they call me Jun Xian Ge Ge, i was like, damn touched or whatever you call it. Hahah, i remember really dreading going to Wuhan, but in the end, i had so much fun. My homestay experience was great, i had a queen size bed, i had a blanket, and super thoughtful parents. I made so many new friends, i learn from their culture, i talk to super cute kids (: (: (: Hahahah okay, paedophile. &lt;em&gt;So now i miss the place!&lt;/em&gt; Like i was reluctant to actually leave the school, my hostel, my new friends. I'm going back next year! Hopefully they remember me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I actually wanted to blog more about my trip, but I'm having mental block. My brain doesn't function as well past 11. Hmmmmmmm, more photos soon okay? ( hahaha shit i'm like talking to myself again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DBS, was fine. I was 3under after 8, then i met hong zheng. Bogey, double, bogey the next 4. Something about the kid huh. But anyway, i had a 70 on a course i have never played before, and i'm not intending of going back. Today got washed out, so basically i lost to Gregory ocb. Bummer. But thats alright, considering the fact i haven't played in 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reflections now, till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And everything that i dreamnt of, i realised it was just an illusion. I learn to tell myself, that i have to open my eyes, and search my heart. Cos now i know, and thank god someone shed some light for me. Go, and do your thing, i'll be happy for you no matter what. But my heart belongs somewhere else. Heh heh, and it feels alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bGY7cD3EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n0ppokWL1GM/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7917536532937039752?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7917536532937039752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7917536532937039752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7917536532937039752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7917536532937039752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-very-excited-to-row-boat-on-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/R1bEFbcD3BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4Jh6y8FK4xU/s72-c/PB250650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2359073847417677653</id><published>2007-11-18T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:43:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Off i go to China, with my laptop. Thank God i found my laptop battery. Now this trip is starting to look slightly better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2359073847417677653?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2359073847417677653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2359073847417677653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2359073847417677653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2359073847417677653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/off-i-go-to-china-with-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3037235665386903326</id><published>2007-11-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:01:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am so good, i am sooooo good, i cleared my whole damn table. Just imagine, 4 mountains of books and worksheets, some on my chair. Somemore in my cupboard, drawers. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE DUST COLLECTED WOULD MAKE FLEAS HAPPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahahahha, but everything's cleared now, i put all the redundant stuff away. Like some sec 1 work (yes yes i know, damn long ago) Then got some church camp stuff, like the letters people write to you. I found my long lost sec 3 chem worksheets, no wonder i did not do well for chem. Then there were some unused files, alot and alot of notebooks. I can start a garage sale already. AND most importantly, i found my confirmation cert! HAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of which, today was confirmation for the con 3 peeps. EH, i think white skinny jeans is damn cool. Hahah saw alot of people today, like seriously alot. The world was there? Hmmmm lemme see, congrats to Jacque, Paula, Bryan, Denise, Leonard, Micheal, Joshua, Chloe, Gabriel, this other guy from RI, shit i forgot his name, okay there are alot of people but i just can't remember now. My mind's blank when i say "who are the people who got confirmed 3 hour ago?" Its kinda late as you can see, and my brain starts to shut down. But anyway congrats to everybody! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kinda realised i am the same age and got confirmed 1 year ago&lt;/span&gt;. HMMMMM, weird process. But nevermind. OH AND PLEASE SEND ME THE PICTURES! I took so many, i kinda want to see them. With sexy boy Andrew, and his antics. HAHA hilarious shit. And Kristen and Alicia, okay so photos ya people! Wow confirmation is damn nice la, like not so much the mass, cos i was late anyway. Arrived during communion. Okay lost track, yea the after confirmation mass thing is damn, can't think of a word, nice? Hahha sorry, limited vocab here. Reminded me of my confirmation, quite niceeeee also. Then like everybody very happy, very crazy, like all drunk like that. Too bad i couldn't go for the party ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which reminds me, i'm leaving for Wuhan in 2 days.&lt;/span&gt; FU*%#@!!! Oh man so not looking forward to it, haven't even packed yet. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3037235665386903326?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3037235665386903326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3037235665386903326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3037235665386903326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3037235665386903326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-so-good-i-am-sooooo-good-i-cleared.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-438098939038731995</id><published>2007-11-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:37:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forget all this sadness in this world, i feel much better now. Hahaha talking to Andrew does wonders. And so do Archie comics. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Call me childish, but i simply adore reading Archie comics. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons, to be missed. Leave out all the rest, cos i need someone to save me from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-438098939038731995?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/438098939038731995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=438098939038731995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/438098939038731995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/438098939038731995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/forget-all-this-sadness-in-this-world-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7754345764950872755</id><published>2007-11-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:52:28.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's going out to forget they were together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that time, he was taking her for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Channel 5 shouldn't show titanic. Cos the whole living room was filled with tears, mostly from my mum and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i tried playing 18 holes today, with Melvin Sara and Prawira. The air was so hazy, that all 4 of us were coughing. Well i couldn't breathe, and my lungs were gonna explode. I felt like i was going to die, but nah i didn't want do die at old course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know whats worse than that, its packing for Wuhan. Cos i can't find all my winter clothing, and we have no pack list. Screw it, i haven't bought everything yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know whats worse than that, its clearing up my table. Its like a fucking mountain, and yes i have to clear it by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know whats worse that that, its trying to sms on a Nokia N73. I think i talked about that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know whats worse than that, its haveing lower back problems, and nobody believes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know whats worse than that, its waking up about 10 times in the middle of the night thinking there's ants all over my bed. And when i try to flick them away, i realise it was all abad dream. 10 bad dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You know whats worse than that, its getting blamed for something i have no control over. Like seriously, what do you expect from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whats worse, i have no idea. And looking back at my mistakes and telling myself, FUCK, screw it. I shouldn't have done that. Thats worse, thats punishment. Its like a dillusion, its like hanging on to that glimmer of hope. Don't do that, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7754345764950872755?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7754345764950872755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7754345764950872755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7754345764950872755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7754345764950872755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/shes-going-out-to-forget-they-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1865119981687519951</id><published>2007-11-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:17:31.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pop goes my heart! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzmxXeELoJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2Lpc3eaukY8/s1600-h/heart%20pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132328267131101330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzmxXeELoJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2Lpc3eaukY8/s320/heart%2520pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I stoned the whole day at home today. Alot of CS, some xbox, hmmm sleep. What an unproductive day! I shall hit my chem notes, time to start some revision. And heroes is a nice show, i know i'm damn slow cos starworld or AXN had it, but now its on channel 5 so i just decided to follow. Its very confusing, very scary, you know the woman who had the power to see stuff? I don't really know her power, but she's the one with the chopped up dead body in the trunk of her car. EWWWWW! OH, and Hayden Panettiere is damn cute! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1865119981687519951?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1865119981687519951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1865119981687519951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1865119981687519951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1865119981687519951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/pop-goes-my-heart-i-stoned-whole-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzmxXeELoJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2Lpc3eaukY8/s72-c/heart%2520pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1061261550572722402</id><published>2007-11-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:15:25.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Duck &amp;amp; the Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A little boy was visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play without in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the Target.Getting a little discouraged, he headed back home for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As he was walking back when he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it.He was shocked and grieved, in a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching him. Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes.' But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.' Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?'So Johnny did the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing, and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.' Sally just smiled and said, 'Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help.' She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?'So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's, he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whatever it is, you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He' s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something i got from someone's blog, so meaningful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1061261550572722402?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1061261550572722402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1061261550572722402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1061261550572722402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1061261550572722402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/duck-devil-little-boy-was-visiting-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7159087277590384772</id><published>2007-11-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:19:15.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPnuELoHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m616PdRWev8/s1600-h/486765703l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131587475466854514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPnuELoHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m616PdRWev8/s320/486765703l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meet Shannon, i know him for almost 10 years now. Shannon, read this, hello best friend! Hahaha alright this was taken when we both shaved bald(well almost) somewhere earlier this year. We need more late night calls and conferences, more shopping, and more secrets! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPnOELoGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-TE3K9nUWNw/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131587466876919906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPnOELoGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-TE3K9nUWNw/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meet Avinash, my best friend too. Hahaha yea, best in my dictionary is plural. Well he's a camwhore, and somehow we click very well. Avi, you're very dao, but thats fine with me. He's nice, but he bites, and i just simple adore his lower back. Avi thinks he's hot, handsome, and everything cool. Don't stop now, cos i agree. HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPmeELoFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/69D5SmJSG7o/s1600-h/130619192l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131587453992018002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPmeELoFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/69D5SmJSG7o/s320/130619192l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meet my Andrew, my churchie bestie. He's even more dao than Avi, but thats fine. We always have a blast together. He offers very bad advice in terms of problems that we teens might face. So much for 2 years more of experince. Read this, Andrew you're SUPER DUPER WUPER nice! Hahaha well to me and all the other con 3 girls. *clears throat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm being so random today, cos it feels like the whole world's pissed with each other. We should all live in harmony, all love each other. Cos right, there's really no point in being pissed or emo, when in the end, you realise its all so not worth it. Read Avi's blog, its so emo, but then he's happy today, obviously cos he's talking to me. But yea thats beside the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday we decided to go town, Clinton Micah Qayyum and I. Q was looking for ties, it sounded like thighs. So initially i was kinda confused. Before that he was making fun of my tofu thighs, no comments there. And oh yea, Clinton's well, muscular thighs. So i showed him some ties in topman and heeren. Topman is fast becoming my 2nd home. Qayyum can't make up his mind, we walk very slow, and Clinton makes me think alot. Like alot, think about everything thats so simple yet so twisted. And all the suaning, makes me think alot again too. Cos i'm not the perfect boy people make me out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I bought 2 shoes today! YAYE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm in serious debt, i need a job. But nobody wants to hire me cos i'll be away too often this hol. Well the NUM salesmen get 5 dollars an hour, just by standing there and looking good. Thats sounds easier than being a waiter, where its like 5.50-6.00 an hour, and you have to do shit loads of stuff. Hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I want to swim away but don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let the waves up take me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lets be honest, cos i don't know you at all. You toy with others around your little pinky, tossing them away when you're done. Go have your fun, go cos in the end you'll realise i cared, but rather foolishly. Blinded, and thats just the way i'll always be.&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/6862520482392020681-7159087277590384772?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7159087277590384772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7159087277590384772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7159087277590384772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7159087277590384772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-meet-shannon-i-know-him-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzcPnuELoHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/m616PdRWev8/s72-c/486765703l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3464178758770051131</id><published>2007-11-07T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:01:43.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;I wanna let you walk away tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well some overdue pictures, from sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHWOpbiJ1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jHqfx0YtsX8/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130116997679556434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHWOpbiJ1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jHqfx0YtsX8/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seoul Garden, which i nearly died of food poisoning cos i can't cook to save my own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHs-pbiJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H3C5WLgO9mE/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142011569088354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHs-pbiJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H3C5WLgO9mE/s320/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Topman! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHs_JbiJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3RUISwOEOKo/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHs_JbiJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3RUISwOEOKo/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142020159022962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHs_JbiJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3RUISwOEOKo/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well i look kinda weird, and Alimi looks, very very cool. Avi's with his usual nonsense of neither hot nor metrosexual. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Holidays are here, well its kinda boring really. I miss going back to school, not so much the studying, but rather the company and the malay classes, the stupid times we had in 3J. Now its basically training in the morning, i'll go home and sleep like 8 hours, which is almost like a normal human being's sleeping time. This is my afternoon nap ya, who said i was normal? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So there goes my whole day, all gone due to fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need shopping, it looks like the shops are having sale now! I need the psp slim. I was not gonne be tempted to buy one even with all the psps infront of me. Everybody seems to have one! But then Shi Min was like, you wanna play my burnout? I played, the OMYGOSH, the psp slim is damn light and damn, well slim! Its ultra cool, so thats 2nd on my christmas list. If you must know, the 1st is a new phone, cos my phone decided it loved me no longer, and just died in the service room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope you guys want to win it as much as i do, cos seriously though words count for nothing, its quite saddening to see that not everybody is giving their best during training. Some have already given up, others just don't give a damn. I hope to end with a bang, i hope you guys will help me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzJp2OELoEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ypFiSiKhVbs/s1600-h/Walking+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130279305737904194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzJp2OELoEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ypFiSiKhVbs/s320/Walking+away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That everything I hold in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is everything I can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3464178758770051131?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3464178758770051131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3464178758770051131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3464178758770051131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3464178758770051131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-let-you-walk-away-tonight-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RzHWOpbiJ1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jHqfx0YtsX8/s72-c/DSC01370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-601184780268334983</id><published>2007-11-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:33:52.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today has been such a horrible day, i will never forget november 1. It was such a meanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First didn't bring my phone to school. Best, people were trying to call me, and i couldn't contact anybody at all. Somehow i got more calls than usual today. Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't see Mr Yap today cos i didn't know i was supposed to. Apparently, they smsed me, no phone so no comments there. So didn't get my stick back today. GRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My social science GOLD trophy broke into a million pieces. I was sooooooo careful the whole day, i wrapped it with 2 layers of clothing. And at 5.49, just as i was about to go home, i dropped my bag. Dang, i have to go to Lavender street to get it fixed, i'm such a retard. A complete waste of time, someone slap me, i'll pay you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had to see DAS today. I might cry now, 3 hours of studying everyday during the hols. Shoot me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My phone is still spoiled. Have to keep using the replacement phone. Problem is, my contacts are in my other phone, with only a few in my SIM card. I have people smsing me, calling me, and i don't know who they are. Have to go like 'sorry, who are you?' IDIOT, and plus its so hard to sms with the N73. Keypad so small, i keep clicking send, end up having to pay for 2 smses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I gymed today, i couldn't lift my usual weights today, it was so depressing. I'm getting weaker already, the weights almost landed on my ribcage. Enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't said a vulgarity in this whole post. I'm such a good boy. But thats because i screamed Fuck at the traffic junction so loudly, the cars all stopped. Yea, thats how bad it was, nothing good happened to me at all. I'm gonna sit in my corner and cry la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-601184780268334983?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/601184780268334983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=601184780268334983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/601184780268334983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/601184780268334983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-has-been-such-horrible-day-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-6403873736867261702</id><published>2007-10-31T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:46:36.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RyiEcpbiJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lzqpL3s6eis/s1600-h/FUCKLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127493803453851458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RyiEcpbiJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lzqpL3s6eis/s320/FUCKLOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was fate that brought us together, and i love you for that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sup yo, tomorrow's the day before the last day of school yo, RE congress *deletes yo*. So i don't really understand RI, we're the social science category winners, and we're presenting in LT1, while the runners up get the auditorium. Yea no big deal actually, LT seats 200, Audi sits 600. Plus the God chosen VIPs are in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;audi&lt;/span&gt;, so yea I AM COMPLAINING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't space this freaking thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;, here's a little reflection for year 2007, well academic year. It has been rather, depressing. Thank God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only sec 3, there's still 1 more year to buck up, or go down. School's been fine, like new class and all. I kinda miss 2E. Plus most of them are going Changchun, while i can't go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Omygosh&lt;/span&gt; why! Wuhan's fine too. Well if 2007 taught me one thing, is that i can't fucking do science to save my life. Chem i can, but physics and maths is just disgusting. I can't wait to see my APR on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, someone help me if i faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;School today was such a bore, all this preparation for Wuhan is damn, well, ermmmm, *scratches head* boring? And pretty unproductive. Like we're going there to teach english, and we have to speak chinese. My spoken chinese is bad enough to kill someone, whoever is gonna buddy me don't die please. And its homestay, thats damn scary. What if the family is abit not sound? Like, ok i can't bear to think. Think positive Eugene, think positive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and again, this sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Think decent golf, think good golf, think great golf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-6403873736867261702?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6403873736867261702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=6403873736867261702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6403873736867261702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6403873736867261702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-was-fate-that-brought-us-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RyiEcpbiJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lzqpL3s6eis/s72-c/FUCKLOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1128742050119537609</id><published>2007-10-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:24:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever wondered how it feels like, loving someone, and asking nothing in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And some would probably cry their hearts out,&lt;em&gt; i choose to sleep and forget everything that has happened to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3J is 2nd for interclass, i think we rock. I got cuts and all, but its worth it, its nice to see us play as a team. And we probably should have won, but fatigue and stuff. Okay, so i'm falling asleep already, hello my comfy bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1128742050119537609?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1128742050119537609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1128742050119537609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1128742050119537609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1128742050119537609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-hate-golf.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2085167890916188320</id><published>2007-10-24T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:30:53.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eugene Thaddeus Lee Chun Yin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're a fucking good for nothing dickhead who can't seem to get anything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*nods head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2085167890916188320?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2085167890916188320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2085167890916188320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2085167890916188320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2085167890916188320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/eugene-thaddeus-lee-chun-yin-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8831890499586231336</id><published>2007-10-23T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:12:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see your smile, tears roll down my face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't replace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now that I'm strong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have figured out, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know, I'll find, deep inside me, I can be the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stars are falling all for us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can show you I'll be the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're my, you're my, my, my, my true love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My whole heart, please don't throw that away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I am here, for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't walk away, and please tell me you'll stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoa-oh-ohStayWhoa-oh-oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know I'll be okay, though my skies are turning gray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh no, i'm super addicted to this song now. Thats bad cos soon, i will start to lose interest, and it will disappear from my playlist forever. But anyway, the lyrics are really strong, and touching. Hahahah sentimental me. Can't seem to catch it on MTV, so ya i want to see the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally dragged my lazy..... fingers to log into blogger.com to post cos i've been on a raincheck for the last week or so. There was so much to blog about last week, but i kinda forgot already? Ok so here goes my powerful memory skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, wednesday. Post exam stuff, like talks and performances. So Avi Bryan Shannon wanted to go town. But you know i was kinda reluctant, cos must pon the last hour of school or so. I'm a good boy you see. But then town sounded like an exciting prospect. At least i thought so. Got there, walked around, found Bryan's stuff. Yea during lunch, they said they had training, so they had to leave by 2 plus. I'm like, WTF! FIY, the match at delta was at 6. SO, i had to burn like all that time, somehow, ALONE. AVI READ THIS, SHANNON TOO. ALONE! Yea, so i went to the bookstore at take(don't want to spell it la, its so long and i don't want to be embarassed (: and took some World War 2 book, and read it for like close to 2 hours. Wow, reading books, it was damn good. And some magazines too, ok so thats how you spent 2 hours alone. Learn! Got to delta, Clinton was like "you should have told me, i was stoning at Raffles City with Micah" -_-' Thanks, should have called him or something. Bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, interclass soccer. We're through, to the quarters. Yea, big surprise there. Well interclas soccer brings out the worse in everyone, especially here in RI. We all want to win, well most of us la. I know many out there are damn relaxed, and that actually makes interclass games what it really should be, enjoyable. Oh wells, i never expect interclass to be without its contreversies. Though its quite funny to see other players get petty and heated, not funny when my own classmates do that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, you know i suddenly can't remember what happened on friday. So lets skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, hmmmmmm. *thinking, but there's like no hope of remembering anything* Exco meeting in the morning? Yea then Macs breakfast. Macs hotcakes is the ultimate breakfast, Jing says it diabetic. But thats the nice part right? Went back and sleep, and couldn't wake up for RCIY! Walao i feel damn bad, shit i'm a holy boy somemore. I can't go the coming session, so that makes it like 5 weeks of NO-RICY for me. And couldn't go for mass cos there was match at delta. India vs Pakistan? Yea good match, i'm very inspired by this International tournament. Hockey was actually that nice to watch. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, shopping with my ultra big family. Dad, Mum, Me, Kiddy. Hahaha, whatever. So yea wanted to buy haviannnas, however you spell it. All my fav designs don't have my size. Shit head, stupid heeren outlet. Ryan bought 400 dollars worth of stuff. Every shop he went, the receipts were enough to give him membership. Which he gave it to me. So nice. I spent absolutely nothing. So proud of myself. Besides socks which is a neccesity. I need new slippere damn it *hint hint* Then to delta for the finals, Australia and India. Aussies are so damn tall, not dark, handsome, and muscular. Thats so NOT FAIR! But ya, they played well, i was the only Aussie fan among all the indian fans. I was so scared i get bashed up. But i'm alive yes. Australia's hockey is really damn good, fast and alot of passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, got back scripts. Ok next topic, i shall not talk about EOYS, it kinda, makes me a little depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First round of open amateur today. I'm having trouble spelling amateur. I don't know why, its just so hard to spell it. I'm fucking suay, i got a flu last night. Took medicine this morning, make me so drowsy. Ended up playing like a moronic cockhead ): Sigh, why like that. I need to make the cut, Roko wants me in the youth squad next year. I need to prove my worth! Ervyn was trying to make me a little more relaxed, by like talking to me, and encouraging me. Thanks loads ya! Looking at his mowhawk hair, and his few ear piercings, he looks damn scary. But he's really one of the nicest guys i've met. Ok, so hopefully i play better tomorrow, cos right now everything looks so gloomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you actually bothered to read all that crap, you're good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reply to tags, learning from Avi&lt;br /&gt;Jacque: Deprived, even if i built those at home, i have to be in bed by 9!&lt;br /&gt;Paula: Hahaha i know, 4 months leh!&lt;br /&gt;Kristen: Thanks! It was school work so must like do properly. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rx3xG6aPmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IW8K2NijtSo/s1600-h/y1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517052078332082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rx3xG6aPmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IW8K2NijtSo/s320/y1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, i'll still be your guardian angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rx3xG6aPmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IW8K2NijtSo/s1600-h/y1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rx3xG6aPmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IW8K2NijtSo/s1600-h/y1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8831890499586231336?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8831890499586231336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8831890499586231336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8831890499586231336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8831890499586231336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-see-your-smile-tears-roll-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rx3xG6aPmLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IW8K2NijtSo/s72-c/y1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7382066238790432051</id><published>2007-10-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:56:20.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now that exams are over, i find myself wanting to study, cos its really damn boring to go out the whole day and facebook. That sounds stupid, how i dreaded studying 2 weeks ago, but i'm now frantically looking through all the un-boring notes. Hahah, shoot me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need some proper shopping soon, cos i haven't shopped in like 7 years! DEPRIVED! Anyway, tennis todat with Bryan, Shannon, Avi and Wei Shen. I ROCK IN TENNIS, I think. Hahah no, but tennis is fun, real fun. And its tiring too, cos now my knees are gonna die soon. I played DOTA today, for the 4th time in my life. I'll probably never understand the craze, cos its such a retarded game, and such a difficult game. Bryan was feeding on me. Can you imagine, Bryan feeding on me. Thats how noob i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello golf, i'm gonna start practicing soon. All the tournaments coming up, cannot affordto play any worse already. I have to say again, i'm a deprived teenager. Tag if you know why (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7382066238790432051?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7382066238790432051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7382066238790432051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7382066238790432051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7382066238790432051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-that-exams-are-over-i-find-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2470764988685907533</id><published>2007-10-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:09:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay exams are over! Thats what i would like to believe. I'm not gonna give a shit for geog tomorrow, they purposely put it on the last day so that the few idiots, about 100 or so who take geog, have to come back to school for it. And the lit students too. Couldn't they make maths on the last day so that EVERYBODY has to come back? NO FAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So anyway, the past few days have been EOYs. Damn shiok la, to take a 2 hour exam paper, have a severe migrane after that, and then last minute revision during recess, and another 2 hour paper. A good mental strength test i should say, for all Rafflesians out there. Maths is screwed, SS, english, Chinese, History and Geog should be fine. I don't take science ya (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Short post, short post, i hate people who self invite. It shows how much society actually wants to not mix with you, not that you are a complete asshole or whatever, but but but, it still doesn't give you the right/left to go out with people who didn't ask you, but rather you forced yourself to it. I HAVE JUST SAID WHATEVER ITS IN MY MIND, and it feels good (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shopping tomorrow! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2470764988685907533?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2470764988685907533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2470764988685907533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2470764988685907533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2470764988685907533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-exams-are-over-thats-what-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-732912070389199813</id><published>2007-10-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:14:44.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RwjZV6aPmKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DNipHaP3hvk/s1600-h/black+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118579946986379426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RwjZV6aPmKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DNipHaP3hvk/s320/black+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You took a hammer to these walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Packed your bags and walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There was nothing I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A lot of others opened up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That you never were the best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shouldn't be blogging, paper starts in 11 hours time. I've got chem notes from Wei Shen, chinese stuff from Shannon. Thanks guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well i feel quite sucky today. Not that i wanted anyone to know, but Avi and Wei Shen knows. Which turned out to be a good thing cos i felt better after that. Love you both loads! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Off to do some final mugging now. I just hope its the exam stress thats making everybody feel like fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-732912070389199813?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/732912070389199813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=732912070389199813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/732912070389199813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/732912070389199813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-took-hammer-to-these-walls-dragged.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RwjZV6aPmKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DNipHaP3hvk/s72-c/black+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1933579381915882338</id><published>2007-10-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:54:55.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello Ms Yong, this shall be my blog entries,for term 3 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/articles/206244.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.todayonline.com/articles/206244.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently, China has come under fire, for their manufactured goods. In this case, the over dosage of lead content in the paints. Its interesting to see, how many of the high ranked offcials immediately point the finger to the Chinese manufacturers, who are tasked with producing large quantities of goods, at an alraming fast pace, at whatever cost. Quality is secondary i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, lets take a step back, and clearly see for ourselves, how much of the blame should actually be put on the Chinese manufacturers. Its easy for us, as the consumers, to put the blame on the easiet option available, without knowing the full story behind the whole saga. I would like to believe, that the MNC's play a part too, in ensuring that the quality of the goods do not get comprimised. This is only fair, because the promise of quality checks by the MNCs should have been done before pre-shipment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Businessmen will always be looking for cheap labour. And thats when these workers are tasked to do ridiculous work in a short spam of time. However, many people fail to see that. Many people fail to see that it should be the people of power in the company who are responsible for the quality in their goods. The workers, often uneducated, are really just doing their job. Doing it for that little pay they can get to feed their families back home. Its a tiring job, but somebody has to do it. However, the educated people should be the ones emphasing the need for cleaniness and stringent checks among the factories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chinas is fast becoming a country of possiblities, and her progress over the years have been remarkable. Her impact on the global arena is immense, her moves watched closely, and her every mistaked magnifyed by the press. In this sense, China needs to remain competitve. Negative press reports is the last thing the government wants. China should focus on rebuilding itself, rebuilding the trust she lost it so carelessly. Producing half the goods the world needs is extraordinary, but producing it with a clean reputation in tact is something even more respectable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No doubt, i would be more careful when i'm buying goods made in China. However, its gratifying to see many officials stepping up to ensure that the qualiy of the goods do ot get comprimised, again. A simple act of cleaniness would be well received by all. Lets start with the Beijing Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(:  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Article taken from The New Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursday, 13 September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singapore teacher outs himself on blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Probably one of the fastest news to hit most schools would be the above article, about a gay teacher who finally came to light about his homosexual behaviours in his blog. This article has set me thinking, in more ways than one. It showed me how shallow most Singaporeans are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So much uproar caused, so much tension, so much controversy. Over a male teacher's sexual preferences. I do believe that we Singaporeans have too much time on our hands, because there are certainly much more pressing issues that we can talk about. In simple terms, we are too comfortable. Too satisfied with all that has been achieved by our forefathers. Our itchy fingers, and unfortunately mouths, have to find something to gossip about. We needed to find something to let the whole world know, that not all of Singapore's teachers are straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In other countries, there is so much poverty, so much misery. People are not concerned with whatever the newspapers publish about gays. Heck, they don't even have newspapers. People are just concerned with living everyday, and hoping for a better tomorrow. New Orleans. Hurricane Katrina struck through the state, leaving many people homeless. Would the people care about one gay person who's teaching their kids? They would probably be happy to even let their kids have proper education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My point is, Singaporeans are too relaxed, to a point where we get involved in things that don't matter to us.  Many of us, not all, do not understand the hardship of life. The needs and not the wants. Yes we go to church, yes we have CIP, yes we have those visits to old folks home. But is it helping? Flip the newspaper and the are more articles on the world outside of Singapore. And its definitely not pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm proud to say that the teacher was my form teacher for 2 years. He taught me for 2 years, my hated subjects, the sciences. I looked up to him, with respect because he struck me as a teacher who was proud of his students, a teacher who cared. He was witty, and always carrying a joke along with him. He taught well, we dubbed him one of the better science teachers in our school. In short, he was a teacher. And we never looked at him any other way. I'm proud, just to have a teacher who besides teaching, cares for his students. Nothing less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blog entires are done! PHEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1933579381915882338?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1933579381915882338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1933579381915882338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1933579381915882338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1933579381915882338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-ms-yong-this-shall-be-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2592289036791303360</id><published>2007-10-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:34:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello EOYSs (: First paper will start in roughly 12 hours time. Its really fast, and if you asked me last week whether i was prepared, i would stare blankly and say no. But today was a great day in school. My GPA has been pushed up by at least 0.5, and now, i can safely say i have big confidence going into the exam papers. Especially physics and chem, my used to be weaker subjects. Its still weak la, but its much better now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aye, then malay test was just disgusting, i failed terribly. Hahaha, tried sucking up but Chikgu is quite smart. AVI, cheer up, you'll be alright (: And we should stop eating pizza hut, 2 times the last 3 days?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I must add this in, SUSPENDERS ARE DAMN HOT! I was wearing it like an idiot today around J8 and in school. But omygosh, they're so cool. Buy me a suspender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alright, thats all i can think about right now. Besides wanting to own 3 new pairs of havaianas (: Can't wait for next thursday, i'll go crazy, just a little (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2592289036791303360?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2592289036791303360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2592289036791303360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2592289036791303360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2592289036791303360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-eoyss-first-paper-will-start-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-469889583787894766</id><published>2007-09-27T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:33:37.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvupY6aPmJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nq-9f_aUwBU/s1600-h/y7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114868047270615186" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="284" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvupY6aPmJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nq-9f_aUwBU/s320/y7.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You took my heart away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my whole world was gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gave me everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a little bit more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it's cold at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You become the meaning of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stupid michael learns to rock. Their songs are super emo, makes me sad only ): And then i switch songs, out comes my playlist of chinese songs. Okay thats another emo batch of songs. Change, out comes Hawk Nelson and plain white t's. I love these 2 bands, but they don't really make me feel better. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to mug, and facebook is not helping. I feel sad, &lt;em&gt;i miss you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jeremy, you're a older brother i never had. Thanks so much, i really love our conversation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-469889583787894766?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/469889583787894766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=469889583787894766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/469889583787894766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/469889583787894766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-took-my-heart-away-when-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvupY6aPmJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nq-9f_aUwBU/s72-c/y7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1291052794125473209</id><published>2007-09-26T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:49:28.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i probably was kidding myself if i said i don't think of you anymore. The little things that i once saw you did, still hit hard in memory. I try hard not to live in self denial, but its hard. I remember the late night calls, and all my attempts go down in vain. I remember the little times we spent together, sweet and short. I loved it. I remember when things started to go wrong, and how selfish i became. Try as i might, i failed. And to all the times you said you love me, it now seemed so far away. Like in the distant sunset, and speaking of sunsets, how i wished we had the chance to watch it together. Testimony of our relationship, but i guess it doesn't matter anymore. I really did love you, so much so i became a fool myself. The important thing was i did. You probably knew that, maybe not in the final hours. How i wish we could have done more things, and how afraid i was just to even hold your hands. Tell myself i have to forget you, tell myself its all over, tell myself that everything did not happen. Can't, I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We went for the play yesterday. At a price too. We had to skip the grand finale of the PE module. I really wanted to go for both, but yea the lit thing was somewhat compulsory. Greedy me. The play was really good, and funny. The whole play was acted by 2 people only. Really amazing how they actually did it. The fast transitions of change of clothes, and voice makeover in those intense seconds. Money well spent (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rvpl6aaPmII/AAAAAAAAAEM/SojIuFKHDS0/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114512381028833410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rvpl6aaPmII/AAAAAAAAAEM/SojIuFKHDS0/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, i saw Pierre Png and Andrea De Cruz (did i get the name right?) at the play. OMYGOSH, they're a super hot couple! Pierre is super lean, and tall, and handsome. Andrea is tall too, and really hot, and pretty! Hot couple of caldecott hill! And saw Adrain Pang too, with his angmoh wife. Somewhat opposite couples. But Adrain is funny, thats all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One thing i learn from all my school mates in sensitivity. Sensitivity towards other people's feelings. Sensitivity in the choice of words. Not that RI guys are good at that, but i learn from their mistakes. I would like to ask a few people to really shut up their big mouths up, cos its pissing people off. Poor me too. But i'm not as good as Shannon, so i can't really say the names. But yea, you know who you peeps are. And by the way, you pissed me off twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Siyuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shannon darling, i can't be all yours. Learn to share! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sigh the weather these days been really hot, its retarded. I should just lock myself in my room, with the aircon and fan both switched on, and sleep the whole day. But unfortunately, EOYs is in 1 weeks time, and i've gotta motivate my brains and wherever else important to start mugging. I'm not a very good mugger, and i don't like mugging. But no choice right, society is such. Chem, muacks, i'm gonna embrace you with open arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*takes a deep breath cos this post is giving the author here finger cramps* I'm tired, everybody is. Tomorrow is the last day of DMP. It has been fun i guess, but somehow i prefer my normal academic timetable. At least i'm in the right frame of mind for EOY's. Okay whatever, goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jacque: I'm gonna own your ass in bowling! (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1291052794125473209?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1291052794125473209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1291052794125473209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1291052794125473209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1291052794125473209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-i-probably-was-kidding-myself-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rvpl6aaPmII/AAAAAAAAAEM/SojIuFKHDS0/s72-c/DSC01026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-6823672407086284808</id><published>2007-09-23T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:57:09.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sitting at home, mugging my head off. Chem is blasting my brain into a million pieces. Can't wait for maths and physics ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, what has happened the last few days or so. I've been quite lazy to blog recently, and the cookie thing was screwing my browser or something. SO ANYWAY, wednesday was Shannon and Nick's chalet cum birthday party cum stayover cum no sleep cum hard sofas that are impossible to sleep on. Was at cine at about 1 with Avi Bryan and Lennie. Bought the thong which looked surprisingly gay for Shannon. And I"M A NEW URBAN MALE MEMBER! Ok don't ask me why i'm so excited about that. Basically we bowled, (and i fucking hell fell down on the oily floor) pooled, then went back to the chalet to can't remember what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsBqaPmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zAxg7jtzi6c/s1600-h/DSC01850.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113252465257453650" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="264" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsBqaPmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zAxg7jtzi6c/s320/DSC01850.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh yea fifa on xbox. And i ownd Dixon's ass upside down. Then barbeque(is that how you spell it?) And i helped cooked! Everybody said i slacked which is so not true. You guys should be thankful you got your chicken wings cooked by me cos i only ate 1! Then we played poker, which i just learnt. Its addictive, and really really fun. I can't remember what else we did, but alot of bitching too. And like at 1 everybody rushed to the beds upstairs. Bloody hell, Me Avi and Dixon had to sleep downstairs, lucky me had the sofa. Thanks AVI! Yea so basically 2 hours of sleep, and on thursday we were all sleeping in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsBqaPmGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/llUORUkMHXw/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113252465257453666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsBqaPmGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/llUORUkMHXw/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay oral test on thursday. Whcih according to chikgu, i failed miserably. This picture shows i'm still a kid at heart, i can fit into the mini school bus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, friday i only had 1 period. Morrison meeting at 1. I'm in the EXCO! Which means no more wearing of Moor house shirt. I know Johnny will probably bash me up, but i'm cool with it. Yea and apparently they feel during the course of next year i might get demoted so un-EXCO. Cos of many reasons and factors. But i'm alright with that, makes me wanna prove them wrong even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i had RE finals. Which was pretty good. The teachers enjoyed our little skit and "you guys were the mosr livelier groups" Okay so that means at least bronze or something (: (: And i took a 4 hour nap, pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study again, take care world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsB6aPmHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4Y0b6uo3xEo/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113252469552420978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsB6aPmHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4Y0b6uo3xEo/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my best friends, besties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/6862520482392020681-6823672407086284808?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6823672407086284808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=6823672407086284808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6823672407086284808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6823672407086284808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sitting-at-home-mugging-my-head-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RvXsBqaPmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zAxg7jtzi6c/s72-c/DSC01850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3854269885320554823</id><published>2007-09-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:10:43.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vD0hRyCI/AAAAAAAAADc/5A83_tBObB4/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111566951005669410" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vD0hRyCI/AAAAAAAAADc/5A83_tBObB4/s320/DSC00827.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vEUhRyDI/AAAAAAAAADk/NshKcE8t3rk/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111566959595604018" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vEUhRyDI/AAAAAAAAADk/NshKcE8t3rk/s320/DSC00828.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vn0hRyEI/AAAAAAAAADs/MHIZg1dPk_Y/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111567569480960066" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vn0hRyEI/AAAAAAAAADs/MHIZg1dPk_Y/s320/DSC00829.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WILL LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because maybe i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we were only kids &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our time couldn't end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how tall did we stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the world in my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SHADOWS AND REGRETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello world, i got no idea what to blog about now. I'm sleepy and moody, and i've got an extra overload of pictures now. Which is a good thing. Everybody around me is sadddd now ): The world isn't supposed to be a sad place. My mind feels clogged up, like there are many thoughts encircling my head. My ear is gonna itch soon, and i'm tired. I said that already. This is a monolouge, quarrels and misunderstanding are inevitable. &lt;em&gt;Please take care all my darlings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3854269885320554823?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3854269885320554823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3854269885320554823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3854269885320554823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3854269885320554823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/tennis-rugby-hockey-and-we-were-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Ru_vD0hRyCI/AAAAAAAAADc/5A83_tBObB4/s72-c/DSC00827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4657608265866496226</id><published>2007-09-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:52:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have horny neighbours, and freakishly its true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I woke up at 9 today and had breakfast. Like i told myself to hit the showers when i get upstairs, but but but, i fell asleep and woke up at 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a result, i was late for SS presentation. Bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I went for rciy today, like the first time in a few years maybe. And Andrew soooo makes my day! :D Hahaha please come after your exams, and after my exams, we can go for late night movie alrights boyfriend? And Andrew's biceps is big but he refuses to admit it, and goes on about how small it is. And i'm there listening, and telling myself "its okay, he hasn't seen your biceps, so he think he is small, don't fret darling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And mass with boyfriend#2! Hmmmm jacq is very loud, i mean very loud. I know you're reading this! :D And if you wanna ask me about my phone, ask me in private. But i love a 3 megapixel camera phone with BIG BIG keypads :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And dinner with mummy and ryan. Its like the first time we talked so much. And when daddy tried to add his stuff too, it was a really loud family at pizza hut talking nonsense &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goodnight all readers, i'm tired an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d my knee's tired too. Spartan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4657608265866496226?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4657608265866496226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4657608265866496226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4657608265866496226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4657608265866496226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-horny-neighbours-and-freakishly.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8073901215928129358</id><published>2007-09-11T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:54:47.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2nd day of DMP went pretty well. Pe was terrible, but i enjoyed the activities, like i can hug Avi :D Haha, the balancing on the bench thing cos really, you are that close to the guy next to you. You feel everything, but i enjoyed the game. And the numbers tapping thing was pretty cool, our group rocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua4dc3sCxI/AAAAAAAAADU/vwfL_V9otyM/s1600-h/DSC01825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108973643403889426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua4dc3sCxI/AAAAAAAAADU/vwfL_V9otyM/s320/DSC01825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My 2nd BFF :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua4dM3sCwI/AAAAAAAAADM/1E4b68if8KI/s1600-h/DSC01824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108973639108922114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua4dM3sCwI/AAAAAAAAADM/1E4b68if8KI/s320/DSC01824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua3Vc3sCvI/AAAAAAAAADE/x8XcdBZ4V1E/s1600-h/DSC01823.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua3Vc3sCvI/AAAAAAAAADE/x8XcdBZ4V1E/s1600-h/DSC01823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108972406453308146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua3Vc3sCvI/AAAAAAAAADE/x8XcdBZ4V1E/s320/DSC01823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua3U83sCuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wMvob9QPgQ0/s1600-h/1_254027683l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108972397863373538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua3U83sCuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wMvob9QPgQ0/s320/1_254027683l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sideburns! :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua2ys3sCtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NJpusayERHI/s1600-h/1_266919994l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108971809452853970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua2ys3sCtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NJpusayERHI/s320/1_266919994l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't have any lessons tomorrow. I shall go and get a haircut. Mummy says i'm like a caveman. Only my sideburns la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Facebook is an addiction, i swear it is. And its tiring too, cos everyday you get sooooooo many updates. And like, you have to keep adding applications and stuff, but i guess its alright, its funnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye you, i don't know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua2ys3sCtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NJpusayERHI/s1600-h/1_266919994l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8073901215928129358?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8073901215928129358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8073901215928129358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8073901215928129358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8073901215928129358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/2nd-day-of-dmp-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rua4dc3sCxI/AAAAAAAAADU/vwfL_V9otyM/s72-c/DSC01825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4175308577438939239</id><published>2007-09-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:27:50.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RuVftM3sCoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HazSikmo4yw/s1600-h/y6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108594582475246210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RuVftM3sCoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HazSikmo4yw/s320/y6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its just like a walk in the park for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So the next 3 weeks will be DMP with dear Avi. Hahaha we chose the exact same modules, not by luck there. Yes Avi, our modules are really fun and enjoyable, don't fret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we had a free period on the last, so we decided to play tennis! I was supposed to do work, but then like i'm so damn lazy shit. I think i have a future in professional tennis, Federer has finally found a successor. Don't look anywhere else, you're reading this blog already. Jason can testify to that, i'll probably need to learn the backhand thing from Bryan, and improve my serves :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah but everything comes at a price. After tennis and training today, my knee is officially screwed. Its twisted in every angle, and like it hurts when i walk. Darn, i can't walk properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4175308577438939239?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4175308577438939239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4175308577438939239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4175308577438939239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4175308577438939239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-just-like-walk-in-park-for-us-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RuVftM3sCoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HazSikmo4yw/s72-c/y6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2097702718760142585</id><published>2007-09-08T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:15:09.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i realised you changed alot, for the worse. You've become more bitchier, assholic, and a whole lot fucked up. But you probably won't know it, cos you think everybody's your friend. Get a life, friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm broke, like no money at all. 2 movies on friday, so thats about it till EOYs. I promised myself not to go out anymore, to just stay home and study, PRODUCTIVELY. I'm suddenly feeling nervous at the prospect of exams, like i'm not ready yet. 4 more weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby i don't want to make the same mistakes again, i might take forever to understand you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2097702718760142585?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2097702718760142585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2097702718760142585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2097702718760142585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2097702718760142585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-i-realised-you-changed-alot-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8642102836751178649</id><published>2007-09-06T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:58:08.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i would just like to say a big sorry to myself &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos i really fucked up DBS&lt;/span&gt;. The double bogey on the last summed up my day in the office. I told myself before going into wednesday's final round "I don't care whether i win or lose, i just wanna go out there and do my best" But i guess at the end of the day, I badly wanted to win. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck i needed to win.&lt;/span&gt; 1 stroke lead after day 1, it all seemed like a fairy tale ending wasn't it? And throughout 18 holes, i told myself to keep cool, stay calm. Don't think too much Eugene, you'll do fine. You'll win your first tournament in 2 years. You got the lead darling, they should be the ones afraid. It came to a point where i was looking out into the open space, talking to myself to keep sane. Thank God for Julian, otherwise i would have exploded. Daddy puts it best, i probably didn't want to win it as much as the others. Sorry Daddy, i'll do better the next tournament. Sorry Greg, you had so much faith in me, I guess i let you down again. Sorry Eugene, you need to train harder to stay in contention.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But i guess nobody's gonna feel sorry for me, cos nobody cares anyway. DBS is but a small tournament, Fuck, move on to the bigger things please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enough of sorrow and anguish, on to more happier stuff. I had 3 hours chem remedial cum tuition with Mr Ong today. With Balu too. Gosh, that helped alot. My knowledge of moles and redox went up quite a bit :D And free lunch too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Late night calls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8642102836751178649?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8642102836751178649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8642102836751178649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8642102836751178649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8642102836751178649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-i-would-just-like-to-say-big-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1697804620691983193</id><published>2007-09-01T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:54:39.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay so today being teacher's day, i shall give a big shoutout to all teachers who made me better in anything :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr Ong, thanks so much for not giving on me. I almost gave up on chem, but you're always there to give me remedial and stuff, thanks much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr Lim, hehe sir, i don't think you know how good i feel when you say my working attitude for physics is good. But thanks anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mrs Chua, thanks for making SS+CLE so enjoyable! Haha and i still fondly remember the chat we had after Progress Report 1 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yu Lao Shi, I can't speak chinese here, or very well for that matter. But xie xie ni gei wo na me duo ji hui (is it correct?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr Chow, the last 3 years of ferrying me up and down laguna and home has been awesome. Thanks so much for your behind the scenes help! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Offhand i can't remember so many teachers, but i think being a teacher is really tough. So to all teachers, happy teachers day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sheezz, i think i'm such a thoughtful guy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rtjlas3sClI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BTpIt_l-80I/s1600-h/20062007053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105082424508549714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rtjlas3sClI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BTpIt_l-80I/s320/20062007053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Re semifinalists :D Hopefully finalists too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quick recap of friday. Teacher's day celebration was pretty awesome, the emcees were bloody funny. Haha i especially enjoyed the commercials. This celebration was like sooooooo much better than National Day can. So had to go home and take my clothes. Like damn stupid to go home and take clothes la. Super waste time. Took 13 to saints! NICE TO SEE ALL OF YOU AGAIN! Yea lemme see who was there, Amos D.J Jeremy Rio Roy Zachary Terence Edwin Kevin Clement Mervyn Melvin Joshua YuanHao. Haha we talked about good old days, like how primary school is super stressful, Joshua changes girlfriend like change underwear, and how Amos is single, and not too happy about that. Haha i really like going back to St Andrews, its quite a nice atmosphere. And saw Miss Poon too, how can we ever forget you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to cine after that, only to realise you guys haven't bought the Dead Silence tickets. Oh wells, the last legion was quite a good show too. Like talked about war and all, i like medieval wars. Like damn cool the way they fight. And Daniel Tay sneaked in, which i thought was quite assholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Shannon and Nick at Heeren. The wan ton mee thing. Then MRTed to School with Nick. I swear you're an idiot. You know the doors were about to close, then he just jumped in, leaving me stranded at Somerset. Wah thanks Nick, hahaha idiot. So guitar concert was pretty good, not that Nick and I were paying full attention. We were all the way at the back corner, talking about everything possible. Helicopter eh :P Haha and i guess we were quite loud, Maskil was quite pissed. OH and then there was this sec 1 guy who kept nodding his head to the tune of the music, it was hilarious i swear! But i guess you have to be there kind of thing to actually get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though time goes by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woke up pretty late today, met Clinton and Faris at City Hall to watch bourne at Marina. Wah best, we got front row seats. My neck was like breaking and aching and twisting from looking up. But i swear Bourne is this summer's ultimate blockbuster. Its damn action packed, and the videography is freaking good, and Matt Damon is one cool guy. His moves are pretty cheeky too, go catch it if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to delta after that for our Div 1 game. Against Khalsa. Yea i scored the first goal :D Dylan the second. Then suddenly they scored 3 against us, and i'm sorry team for the first goal. Then i scored the short corner. I thought it was gonna be 3-3, but no fate didn't like us. Prashan had to score in the last few minutes. Thanks can :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with mummy was good, and i'm dead beat from today. I shall sleep now. Time reads: 21:14 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1697804620691983193?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1697804620691983193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1697804620691983193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1697804620691983193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1697804620691983193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-so-today-being-teachers-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/Rtjlas3sClI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BTpIt_l-80I/s72-c/20062007053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2450352206925109858</id><published>2007-08-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:58:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CCTs are over, well sort of. Its the last day of term 3. And looking back at this term, alot has happened to me. I received a good waking up call, in terms of my results. Well i know its not too late, i still have EOYs to pull up my grades. I set myself new commitement goals this term, which i previously broke. Not too proud to say i broke them, but yea its back on track. No problems there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we have a relief history teacher the last few days. You know i have this super soft sopt for teachers who are extremely nice, to a point where he couldn't control our class. Like everybody came late, we just studied maths or physics during his lessons. I didn't think it was nice on our part, but he really was damn nice. Just like this cleaner we have. He clears all the plates cos occasional bastards don't know how to keep them, wipes clean all our canteen tables, and keeps the place spick and span. Well this is corny shit, but i do feel like he's super unfortunate. Not that he wants this kind of job, but somebody has to do this kind of shit. But why him? He probably didn't receive his full education, sheesh thats kinda sad. And we can't really do anything to help him. Or worse, students don't even give a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;From Underneath I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;To see the first thing I ever poured my heart into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You'll never know the pain that I've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm not so sure you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need the whole world to know this. I got 26/35 for malay test! Gosh i'm good :D And we're in the semis for RE. Thats another good thing too :D Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtbLQM3sCkI/AAAAAAAAABw/YTC5LFou_JI/s1600-h/worlds+apart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104490706864179778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtbLQM3sCkI/AAAAAAAAABw/YTC5LFou_JI/s320/worlds+apart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And it may seem like worlds apart, I'm just the boy next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2450352206925109858?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2450352206925109858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2450352206925109858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2450352206925109858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2450352206925109858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/ccts-are-over-well-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtbLQM3sCkI/AAAAAAAAABw/YTC5LFou_JI/s72-c/worlds+apart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4209937586702539798</id><published>2007-08-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:44:52.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling so fucked up now. Sore throat, super bad appetite and i feel like throwing up the last few day's food. Its terrible to be sick, right smack in the CCT period too. Fuck, i'm gonna throw up all over my laptop soon. Maybe its fatigue, but anyways i just feel like sleeping right now. But no, there's still work to be done. How the hell am i supposed to digest any revision for maths when my head's spinning? Screw it. I totally can't eat dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And there was a point in time where you still cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But now i guess it all doesn't matter anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And a mother fuck is trying to prank call me. Dude, you just picked the wrong time to mess with me. With all your funny smses, my mood is terrible now, and if i find you, i swear i'll twist your underparts left and right till it breaks (i apologise to all readers for my foul language, but i bet if you're in my position you'll be worse off than me) Yea you think its funny, it could be funny any other day. But not today dude, today i feel like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtQlTs3sCjI/AAAAAAAAABo/2tQgJISHh7E/s1600-h/love+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103745298110089778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtQlTs3sCjI/AAAAAAAAABo/2tQgJISHh7E/s320/love+4.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I want the whole world to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;how much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I still think of you late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bitching session with Avi, Shannon and Issac at Subway made me feel alot better today. Gee, i feel like a saddist but its perfectly fine i guess. Haha we talked about alot of stuff, can't put it here sheesh. But that what you get when you're with Avi, alot of bitching :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not sure if i can face school tomorrow :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4209937586702539798?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4209937586702539798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4209937586702539798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4209937586702539798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4209937586702539798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-feeling-so-fucked-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtQlTs3sCjI/AAAAAAAAABo/2tQgJISHh7E/s72-c/love+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8883857946067790730</id><published>2007-08-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:25:05.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtK-6s3sCgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nxN2QqMlIwU/s1600-h/emo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103351243450616322" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtK-6s3sCgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nxN2QqMlIwU/s320/emo+1.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;8 seconds left in overtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's on your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hehe so we won our first div 1 game yesterday. Ugly hockey, and scrappy too. But its alright, against dirty NTU, a win feels satisfactory. Ho Sheng's dad says i look cute when i'm angry on the pitch. Nope, i think i look awful and pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmm so week 10 beckons. Alot of CCTs. My&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P Notice how xanga has much nicer smiley faces or whatever faces. Blogger is terrible in this aspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is daddy's birthday, and i haven't got him anything. Shit, how do you buy your dad a present when most of your money comes from his pocket? I think a card, hand written of course, will be more sincere. Yes yes yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why won't you tell me what it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s driving me crazy trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To second guess you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtLAgs3sChI/AAAAAAAAABY/FbOJ90jaX6o/s1600-h/Sec+1+Class+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtLAgs3sChI/AAAAAAAAABY/FbOJ90jaX6o/s1600-h/Sec+1+Class+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtLAhc3sCiI/AAAAAAAAABg/gv11m71YeuQ/s1600-h/Sec+1+Class+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103353008682175010" style="WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="209" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtLAhc3sCiI/AAAAAAAAABg/gv11m71YeuQ/s320/Sec+1+Class+2.JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtLAgs3sChI/AAAAAAAAABY/FbOJ90jaX6o/s1600-h/Sec+1+Class+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103352995797273106" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="216" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtLAgs3sChI/AAAAAAAAABY/FbOJ90jaX6o/s320/Sec+1+Class+1.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHA, we were that cute in Sec 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8883857946067790730?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8883857946067790730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8883857946067790730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8883857946067790730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8883857946067790730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-seconds-left-in-overtime-shes-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RtK-6s3sCgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nxN2QqMlIwU/s72-c/emo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5056550738682233108</id><published>2007-08-25T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:57:13.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuck, i hate being on the substitute's bench. And its worse if i'm playing well. Please note that, thanks. For soccer at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new found hobby on a lazy weekend afternoon, dare i say, is not shopping. After eoys, i'll make a trip to konikuya(how the hell do you spell it?!) and spend the whole afternoon reading magazines and some books maybe :D You can join me if you want too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM was good, I'm very motivated to study now. For eoys at least. I don't wanna do badly anymore, every teacher says i was distracted last term. Hell no, i'm gonna prove them wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is it not enough to say i need you terribly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5056550738682233108?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5056550738682233108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5056550738682233108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5056550738682233108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5056550738682233108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-i-hate-being-on-substitutes-bench.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7008513408741333078</id><published>2007-08-21T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:12:42.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 89% Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/sexy-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sex Appeal Is: Off the Charts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it... you're one of the sexiest people around. And you don't let anyone forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy hot, and you deliver on what you promise. You are definitely one wild ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Sex Appeal Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just realised that the homework we're getting in school is getting much tougher to do. And its getting more and more. This week has no CCTs, but there's a maths TA, a chinese oral, compo test and alot other shit. English debates and chem OBA next week. Gosh kill me, they're trying to squeeze everything because of DMP. Grrrr. And EOYs are approaching! :O Oh man, i don't know what to say about this :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have i told you that PTMs cause family problems? Yea cos parents will use the harsh words by teachers and turn it against their own sons, causing a big quarrel in the house. My dad still remembers the words Mr Ong said to him. That was in April mind you. I'm soooo screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pink socks are love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7008513408741333078?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7008513408741333078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7008513408741333078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7008513408741333078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7008513408741333078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-89-sexy-your-sex-appeal-is-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8482330216500218707</id><published>2007-08-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:08:35.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RscKpM3sCeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bya-6r8zdtE/s1600-h/Your+shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100056805966088674" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RscKpM3sCeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bya-6r8zdtE/s320/Your+shoulder.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They tell me its puppy love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you that afraid of me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not how you want it to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, baby, I will wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't know what else I can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it takes the rest of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I will wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think I'm fine, it just aint true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really need you in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what I have to do, I'll wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush hour 3 was damn good! Go watch it all those who haven't. Haha i might go watch it a 2nd time cos Chris Tucker was damn funny! Yea right now i can't remember a single joke cos there were far too many. But its alright, another screening will refresh my memory. Oh Bourne first yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to take a long afternoon nap today :D It was much needed. Came back for training, and after a quick shower, the lights went out. Haha so that means i didn't get much work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to blog about now woopsies. Goodnight world!&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/6862520482392020681-8482330216500218707?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8482330216500218707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8482330216500218707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8482330216500218707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8482330216500218707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-why-does-your-pride-make-you-run-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RscKpM3sCeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bya-6r8zdtE/s72-c/Your+shoulder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7727114197928355984</id><published>2007-08-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:48:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The prize for best proposition team stands proudly in my room :D With the runners up trophy for best bill next to it. Yaye! Okay so like after 10 months or so of hard work, we finally acheived what we set out for. It was really all worth it, especiall when the guy anounced out team. Woots Gan and I went bonkers. So anyways, thanks guys for all your efforts, you guys were awesome, my first RE team which was so successful. All the time at Gan's house and meeting up, before playing soccer nevertheless, was all worth it. I enjoyed the experience :D Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went "Gene, your first academic prize of your life" Yea i needed that little reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some cash problems. I need to start working again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights so now my life is not as hectic anymore. CCTs are over, PTs have been extended to a much later deadline. I can finally breathe again, no wait there's still PTM. Like kill me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7727114197928355984?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7727114197928355984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7727114197928355984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7727114197928355984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7727114197928355984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/prize-for-best-proposition-team-stands.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7510289209256101512</id><published>2007-08-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:04:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life goes on even after CCTs. Chem CCT to be exact. First period, i'm sooooo not prepared for acids and bases, monobasic and dibasic, mol, PH, whatever. It was pretty screwed, chem is not my thing. And if its like that, I really have a heck care attitude. Thats pretty screwed, but being me, i don't give a shit. Maybe i shall enroll myself in chem tuition one day, any takers out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm got scolded by a pe teacher today. It was pretty screwed up. (Notice how i'm refraining from using the word fuck) Cos cos cos, i was hanging by the pull up bar, doing my usual stuff. Andrew Khan decided to gay me and hang opposite me, so yea basically it looked freaking gay and obscene. Well no big deal anyways, but whoever the teacher was, cos i can't really remember his name, decided to kick up a big fuss and throw both of us out. I mean okay i understand, you're inside your office, seeing through a window, so basically you act on what you see. Pretty rash if you ask me. But at least give me a chance to explain myself ya. Don't ask me to shut up. Yea so did my thing, explained nicely like how any gentleman would, and got my ass back in the gym again. Persuasive speaking i should say. Thanks load for the embaressment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i just remembered the incident about Shannon owing me money. Gosh its quite stupid to type it out here, but yea its hilarious. You must be there kind of thing to actually understand it? Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights i shall talk about moot parliament. Yaye the debates is over! And like after 10+ months of hard work, i guess we did pretty well against the nanyang girls. It was like damn coolios wearing long sleeve shirt, black shoes and blazer. Okay i sound like a small kid. But yea the atmosphere was pretty cool, with sooo many schools. I think i did a good job supplying points to the speakers :D By the way, Mrs Doreen Ang Li Huang doesn't like me as much :P Detention for first degree vulgarities. Yea there are levels of severity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me for the power rangers theme song! Its damn bloody nice can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a short post, but i guess i have quite alot to write huh. And continuing being a 2 faced bastard thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7510289209256101512?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7510289209256101512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7510289209256101512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7510289209256101512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7510289209256101512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-goes-on-even-after-ccts.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8433932047951599481</id><published>2007-08-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:44:49.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been complaing about me recently. I've not been posting as much recently. I'm afraid our relationship isn't just working out, its hard to maintain you and you know it. Coming onto blogger daily is chore, and thinking of interesting ways to keep readers unbored is soooo troublesome. (no such word ya) I hope you'll understand, cos deep down you know all my secrets, and sometimes its hard to blog it cos peole want to read about it. Soon, after the many PTs and CCTs that raffles has chose to empower on us, I shall visit you more frequently, and of course, cherish our 40-something post relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Thaddeus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Think of every post as a month in our relationship :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was a note to my little blog. I find it quite a chore to update now. Hahas, sounds vaguely familiar i guess. But i like this blog, its my first one with a tagboard. Sentimental value you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White font now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having a sever migrane for the last 3 days. Started after our div 1 game. Which we lost. Sigh i really want to do well for div 1, i mean i'm trying on the field right? It sucks week in week out losing, we just gotta work harder. Have a better positive attitude. I know we can do well, its just a matter of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't remember what has been going on the past few days in my life. Lemme recall now, monday was alright. Mondays are always damn long, like i will struggle to keep awake by 1. Sigh, i need a day where i can just rest and not have a stupid alarm clock beside me. Useless anyways, i snooze it about 5 times in the morning. Recently i've been waking up in the middle of the night. Not too good huh, affecting my mood throughout the day. But had a good gyming session nevertheless after school. Went early and nobody was there. Haha me and Balu had the gym to ourselves. So as everybody knows, Balu's arms are bloody BIG, and then he suddenly flexed his bicep, tricep and whatever to me and said "Eh still quite small hor?" I mean i know he's not trying to suan me or what, but like, Balu, your arms are bigger than my head. So yea, that should answer your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, tuesday was horrible. Migrane was soo bad, i couldn't really open my eyes. That sucks, PE made it worse. But i enjoyed floorball, with Sai we're the ultimate team. Hahas, the sun was really as hot as a hotdog, so you can imagine me, getting super pms and stuff. But i never, i had a productive lesson during maths. And i realise i don't really need specs if i'm sitting infront. Like cannot sms laaa, but i guess that should pull my GPA up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs DMP after that, i sat with Matthew Tjoa. Last 2 years in the same class, but i think today we talked more that what we did for 2005-2006. Haha so basically Tjoa is moving on, so he needs to talk to me about girls and stuff. Like i know alot like that Tjoa. I gladly listen, and chip in my own stuff too. But his is always more interesting. Haha Tjoa, nice job, keep up the good work. Even though almost half the cohort knows about it cos Boon Tiong doesn't have a big mouth at all, its alright, just continue to have your big bolz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked malay courses with Shannon and Avi. Nick you ultimate pangsei. And who the hell is stephanie?!?! But Claire.....mhmm! Haha, anyway everybody thinks Shannon is a girl, oooohhh my msn nick can be oh so deceiving. Shannon doesn't want to be my girlfriend, idiot! I don't treat girls that badly kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, tomorrow not going school. MPP Debates! Not that i'm debating, but i'll still lend my support to my group. The last 10 months of preparation and stuff has been totally awesome. Tomorrow we're gonna do fine, we're gonna make a stand, we're gonna sweep everything, in our shiny black blazers :D But i'm skipping important lessons tomorrow, like physics and maths. Thats gonna kill me, i'm not the type who can afford to skip lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned that i got a pink slip, this time only Mr Ong wants to see my mum/dad? Hopefully my mum. I tried sooo hard to avoid the dreaded pink slip, but it just ain't working out. I have this nothing (people usually say something) for sciences. Oh wells, live with it. And have i said i improve in all my subjects except chem? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its hard, and you don't understand. Its alright, you're just like the rest. Fucking hell. I guess you will never know me, cos deep down you don't even wanna try. I tried, and you know it wouldn't be alright. It wouldn't be enough. You bloody snob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8433932047951599481?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8433932047951599481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8433932047951599481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8433932047951599481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8433932047951599481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-blog-i-know-youve-been-complaing.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8157752599838354404</id><published>2007-08-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:42:31.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wootsies i haven't posted in a few days already. Haha i shall do a quick recap of my long weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So lets see, wednesday i was at sicc with andrew, shannon, nick and brian. Yea pool again and some bowling, which was awesome fun. But now i really can't remember what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So came home at 7 and immediately fell asleep ! :O Woke up at 1 hungry, and wide awake. Slightly past midnight by the way. So i decided to talk to people who were still online, nocturnal freaks. Watched tv till i was too tired, and afraid of the silent night. Cos now is hungry ghost right? SO yea, i hated the silence, like makes you wanna scream. And my house is offically spooky at night. Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Singfest on thurs was ROCKERS! AND AWESOME! Omg avenged was the sex yo! and gym class heroes, and cobra starship, and the academy is and crown king and mxpx (though i don't really know their songs) Couldn't stay for hinder cos it was bloody late, and my dad was calling. But but but, avenged was damn good! Haha they caused alot of moshing, cos of their genre of their songs you know you know? Yea but don't ask me how good singfest was, cos i'll just be really excited :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Training today, in the morning which was exhausting. Like seriously can die. Lunched with Clinton and Christian. We talk alot :D. About everything under the sun. Its nice, knowing we can talk for more than an hour. Mostly emo stuff. Games day after that! Haha it was like damn fun laaa the games! And ermm dodgeball was a bit violent but still fun anyways. Freesbie(is that how you spell it?) was pretty cool too. I had fun with you know who ahahaha. Smack that! Omg rciy rocks la! With the MIP people too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Div 1 game tomorrow. I hope we do well. Parliament debates on wednesday :O Life is flying by like a housefly, as fast as a fastener, as quick as quiksilver :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8157752599838354404?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8157752599838354404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8157752599838354404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8157752599838354404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8157752599838354404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/wootsies-i-havent-posted-in-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5495932748822321422</id><published>2007-08-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:00:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thanks guys for all your votes! Haha i will try and be a good ccal for 2008, and hopefully do well in B Div. And of course lend some support in C Div :D Hehe thanks again, it really made my day. Congrats Clinton, we can work together now! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Gosh since when have tuesday been a long day? Econs DMP till about 4.30 and malay class after that till about 5.30. Dude, thats like a whole day of non-stop learning. And anyways, Econs is about the stock market and opportunity cost and stuff like that, not some cooking lessons! I can't remember who asked me what dishes i learnt already. But it was quite funny laaa. Malay was bad, i might just fail the course. Nobody fails a DMP course, but yours truly has a knack for being special. Seriously man, i need to work harder on my malay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh i can't rememeber what else happened in school today. Chem PT was good, Yong En and I. Haha he's seriously damn smart, i really didn't know what he was doing at first. But our answers are alright i guess. Oh man this post is pretty redundant, but anyways long hols is here. Singfest here i come! And rush hour too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You think life is so pretty, like a pony running along in a wide grassland. But when the world has turn its back on you, when your loved ones no longer care for you, when heads are high above you, you'll finally notice me standing with that stupid yellow umbrella in the corner of the street, out in the pouring rain. Offering a return smile. Offering that little bit of what i have. No words necessary. Thats when you know, and you'll realise, and you'll understand. Who i really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5495932748822321422?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5495932748822321422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5495932748822321422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5495932748822321422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5495932748822321422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-guys-for-all-your-votes-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8580748864591855617</id><published>2007-08-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:23:46.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes bottled up emotions can get really nasty. Its like you don't know who to turn to, or who to talk to. You really wanna let everything loose, but somehow you're aware of your surrondings. Sometimes you hate being a teen, cos you get all the funny emotions, and funny moodswings. Period, boys get them too. But we're not allowed to express it huh, stupid world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why the angry post?! Lalala, i wanna live in a condo, on the 12th floor. Like you can see all the houses, lights, cars, trees and everything else from high above. I like Gan's house, its nice and warm. Maybe its cosy because of the messiness, but its alright. Dinner was good too, pasta and soup with salad. Ooohh i'm hungry again, supper my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;TICKETS FOR SINGFEST! I'm not selling, but can anybody sell it to me please? Mummykins has allowed me to go, GOSH I WANT TICKETS! Alternatively, i get it from sistic but i damn lazy laaa please. Like waliew where's the place yo? SOSOSOSo, if you're reading this, sell me your extra singfest ticket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blog hunting is distracting. Supposed to do work, but in the Nick gave me a intersting blog. Haha, shit yo, i spend almost an hour reading it right? I might become vulgar on my blog soon :D Like **** this and **** that. Haha no cannot, won't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tomorrow is week 7. I like it that way. Life is just wheezing by, stroking through my face. Not even caressing it. Lets go my love, to a place where it wouldn't matter anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8580748864591855617?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8580748864591855617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8580748864591855617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8580748864591855617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8580748864591855617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-bottled-up-emotions-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2539459350768622120</id><published>2007-08-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:41:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cross country was good! :D 19th place isn't sooo bad huh, out of like 200 runners? And i was having really bad phlegm, and tirednesss. But it was alright, i ran as fast as fastfood. And got prize too:D But cramps please go away now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went SICC after that, cabbed with Shannon and Nick. Hahah when you put 3 hilarious shits in a taxi, with no space at all in the backseats, yea you get ultimate crap. And bullshit. Camwhore sessions, which i promise you guys i will quit! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dinner and then played abit of pool, which yours truly won Nick and Shannon, BOTH! Haha i was in total control of the match, especially against Shannon. I think i'm gonna start liking pool now. Even though Wei Shen is really discouraging. Mhmm so where do i claim my 2 bucks from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yu Lao Shi, you spoil me, but thats why you're so nice! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And and and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:summerhorizon@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;summerhorizon@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; is my new email! If you're already on my existing msn contacts list, do know that its safe to add :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pfft, i'm tired. Rest early, cos Div 1 starts tomorrow. Yea and i just love fridays with you guys :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2539459350768622120?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2539459350768622120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2539459350768622120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2539459350768622120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2539459350768622120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/cross-country-was-good-d-19th-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1169456798191806215</id><published>2007-08-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:15:49.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Simpsons movie is hee-hee-hilarious. Haha its like super lame and funny. Homer and Bart yes? I mean the plot has no meaning at all, but its alright, i laughed like an idiot like that. Andrew was much worse. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Geog test and go and die please. Every question i was writing a essay, after awhile my whole wrist damn bloody pain laaa. Soo much to study too, and like I don't think i did really well. And CLE today we went through depression. So based on the 12 symptons given, i'm about 33% depressed (cos i have 4 of them) Haha but i'm not laa! But after the lesson, i think being in a state of depression is scary. Yea so all you emo peeps out there should never ever be depressed. Or worse, suicidal. Stay happy, watch the sunset and you'll be alright. OR HEAR ME SING FOR THAT MATTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Weird skin conditions that causes unusual spots should just go and rot, or work their magic on rats please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cross country tomorrow! I'll be slacking tomorrow yes Shannon? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And you don't know it, but talking to you made me feel so much better :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1169456798191806215?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1169456798191806215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1169456798191806215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1169456798191806215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1169456798191806215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsons-movie-is-hee-hee-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4412449390836488819</id><published>2007-07-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:12:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;10.30, thats the time i reached home today. But its all worth it! MARCUS LEE WO YONG YUAN ZHI CHI NI! Haha! Yea i shouted 'wo ai ni marcus lee' quite alot of time during the show. Damn coolios i hope he gets through, i wanna go again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So anyways, being a monday, i was bound to feel sleepy and tired. 6 academic periods was like death, and yea i was kinda sleeping during geog already. Training awhile with Ish where i duly thrashed him, gymed with Gor again! Haha fun ah, you made me happy again :D. So yea i was slacking around on astro, then like Shannon and Nick were on the 2nd floor. "OI EUGENE GO CAMPUS!" so yea no choice, got the extra ticket, but again i say it was worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Never had so much fun in ages! So like walked to mediacorp which was very far from the bus stop we alighted from. Raining too, but Shannon, Nick, Brendon and I were going retarded. Imitating people's voices i like! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The place was really cool, and alot of cameras and lights. And i appeared on National TV! Hahaha i saw myself! I know you did all you readers out there! Marcus i'm very sure i'm your number 1 supporter! Besides all the lians laaa, opps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hahah during the break, we camwhored like crazy. Shannon and me first, coolios poses. Can't upload them here though. Then in the carpark, 3 of us Nick Shannon and I. OI Nick don't feel left out, you're in some of the pictures! Too bad my phone lost some of them. SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So yea i had to leave early, really tired and tomorrow got test too. Took 15 minutes to find cab with Shannnon, we could have just walked home. Haha but home already, big party at my house tonight, i'll probarly sleep at 1? Haha yea got alchohol too opps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Goodnight world, i love you guys for making me day today so enjoyable! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4412449390836488819?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4412449390836488819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4412449390836488819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4412449390836488819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4412449390836488819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/10.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2655142168869979913</id><published>2007-07-29T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:58:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As Daniel puts it, my blog has surprisingly been quite long lasting. This is my 30 something post already, better than all my last 6 blogs combined. Hahaha. Hmmm how should i put it, blogging is quite spontaneous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo anyways, went for mass today. I mean like the full mass not half a mass. Almost had to go alone, cos everybody had already gone for mass. Thankfully for Auntie Georgina :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocation fair after that. Ermmm i couldn't take part in anything cos Jaime banned me and Andrew from doing the treasure thingy. BUT BUT, ANDREW DESERTED ME TO GO DO THE THINGY WITH THE SISTERS! Thanks a load, HAHA! So yea, like didn't really listen to the talk cos i was busy doing other admin stuff. Food was okay right? I might join Music Ministry right right? Haha talent is not everything, passion is :D Anyway thanks Andrew, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people love bitching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm back home, studying again. (Surprisingly) Geog is gonna suck real bad cos i haven't been paying attention at all. Like totally dude, you're gonna fail :( And tomorrow its week 6, so half of term 3 has gone and past. I still miss the holidays, but its alright december is gonne be better. :D So whoever is reading this, can you bring me out shopping? I haven't shopped in 9472953 years :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is alot i wanted to blog about, but i can't remember anything now! Oh wells tomorrow huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one day it'll be alright, I promise. I've gotta learn, otherwise it'll just end up hurting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2655142168869979913?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2655142168869979913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2655142168869979913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2655142168869979913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2655142168869979913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-daniel-puts-it-my-blog-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7144968692297551036</id><published>2007-07-28T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:28:42.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;SHUT UP AND DRIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Haha Avinash its your fault, the stupid song is in my head now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And the Avril Lavigne song too. "When you're gone, pieces of my heart...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*insert Eugene singing, with a good voice of course*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Soooo yea lemme see, how did my friday went. Physics concept map was shit, i'm gonna fail it. Walau, i hate it, cos the concepts so difficult right. And got back my maths test, lets just say the results wasn't sooo ideal. So yea, gymed again. With Gor! Haha and we talked alot, talked about everything under the sun. (well not everything, but yea alot of stuff la) I don't think you're reading this, but it was nice talking to you, made me feel relaxed. When i have problems i'll find you kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ortega cup after that. RI vs SJI. (i didn't play laaa, but that does not stop me from dreaming of playing next year) Yea the pitch kinda suck, cos right it was muddy, the soccer ball can't move at all. Sorry guys, but quite boring actually. But well done anyway. So played at the field with alot of guys, i mean a non-muddy pitch la. And i went bonkers, ask Lennie, Marcus or even Nick. Yea i was possessed. Haha but fun still, then changed for dramafeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;DRAMAFESTE ROCKS! Haha morrison one la of course. Bryan was like damn good, jarrel too (correct spelling right?) Seng Henk obviously is always talented, and Jing was like hilarious with his character. But anyways, you guys rocked! Hullet was not bad too, like Anish and Nabil. Very few props but nice storyline. But the winner had to be the emcees. Seriously damn funny, i laughed like some idiot like that. Haha so yea you guys are winners followed by Morrison coming in close 2nd :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wooh so now to Sat, malay class in the morning. Haha i wasn't supposed be sat class, but i don't want tues thurs timeslot! So yea i was such a bitch, but its okay Chikgu or chigu or chicgu allows me in. Errmm it means teacher but i forgot how to spell. Soooo many words to remember so i really gonna die trying to remember them. I know one though. 'Saya Sayang Awak' :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;RCIY next, and Rite of Acceptance thingy. Church was soooo cold, made me mad only. And yea sessions was quite long too, so grumpy old me was being a bitch. But only for a short a while. Yes and now back home studying. Cos like vocation fair tomorrow will take up quite alot of time. Damn i want my simpsons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everytime i breathe i take you in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And my heart beats again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Baby i can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You keep me drowning in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everytime i try to rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm swept away by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Baby i can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You keep me drowning in your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7144968692297551036?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7144968692297551036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7144968692297551036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7144968692297551036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7144968692297551036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/shut-up-and-drive-haha-avinash-its-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8173773470933635825</id><published>2007-07-26T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:08:26.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Woots hello people! Haha as you can see, or even if you can't its fine, i'm a little high today :D But all will soon be over after tomorrow's physics concept map test thingy. I'm gonna fail it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm pretty tired by everything today, firstly i had pe. Soccer today, gosh my toe hurts like crazy because of that. And i kicked the ball out of school, so the back door was locked, so i ran one round outside school, out of the side door and back to the field, and was sooo tired and pissed, i scolded something or someone. Opps sorry. Then remedial was such a drag, though Mr Lim has utmost confidence in me. "Good learning attitude is all that matters, doesn't matter if you're less capable in terms of intellect, but soon the results will come." Yea he's talking about me, see i have good learning attitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then gymed a bit after school, quite tired by then already. Sick too so didn't help. Played soccer with mats. DAMN FUN! Haha like Alimi is seriously damn nice cos he keeps encouraging me and i just wanna play even better? But mats are crazy! Yea thats why is fun (and gay too opps) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So yea watched the c'div rugby match. RI vs SJI. I think RI ruggers need a little more buffing up. Not that i'm big or what, but seriously cos rugby is almost all about size. Yea saw Matthew there, haha! If you wanna know this hilarious incident which is too whatever to post, ask me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So i'm back home safely, studying for physics which i ain't gonna pass. Screw it man, can't they just give a quiz! If you think you're happy, wait till you see my mood :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8173773470933635825?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8173773470933635825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8173773470933635825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8173773470933635825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8173773470933635825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/woots-hello-people-haha-as-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2798644545630688021</id><published>2007-07-25T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:01:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So yea school was alright, it had to be. I was tired by physics, history didn't help me feel awake at all. Sleeping during chinese, but did some last minute revision. Mpp was pretty screwed. Mrs Ang couldn't control the class at all, not my fault ah! Haha i only wrote stuff on the whiteboard. But yea it was hilarious at first, but then you realise the lesson is not going anywhere. Quite stupid actually. Then chinese test! I was freaking nervous at first, but then it the end, it was more of a confidence booster. Like i only don't know 1 ci yu, and 1 zao ju. Quite good laaa, only minus 5 marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't ever train with converse canvas. Running around with them gives you corns! OMG and it hurts too, and my toe so imagine how i play soccer tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Whatever, i don't quite understand the meaning of lovestone, but its a cool word to use! I'm lovestoned whee! And life is flashing away, as in seriously. I know i always say that, but isn't week 5 coming to an end? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm quite confused right now, some crapped up feeling. Complicate emotions, i don't know how to express it. Yea i hope it goes away, cos i hate being emo. And coming online didn't really help, it just made me stressed. But happy always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hate seeing 2 people sad. But they don't know that i know. But its fine, cos like they'll get better together. Hahahah thoughtful me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh, was it a wrong dream? But nevertheless i liked the dream. I really did. It was nice and sweet, and somehow, i had to wake up huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2798644545630688021?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2798644545630688021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2798644545630688021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2798644545630688021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2798644545630688021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-quite-like-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1928740281624164480</id><published>2007-07-24T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:29:46.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nope, you don't wash the conical flask with solution Q. Then you will have more than 25.00cm3 of solution Q. You bloody dumb shit head, then you need more solution P. Wah Eugene, you're seriously damn talented or what, stupid until cannot stupid already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My pilot pen is gonna be good, better be. I wrote sooooo long, and the idea just instantly popped into my head. It should work, 1st prize maybe? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wake me up from this nightmare and i'll tell you a lame joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I should stop wearing a mask. Masks are bad cos it hides your true feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Clinton had to hear me blabber my shit today. And Daniel too. Sorry guys! Had to listen to my useless crap, like some noob like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wore a jacket the whole day in school today. It was bloody cold! And everybody was like 'eh you not hot ah'. I mean i know i'm hot laaaaaaa, but seriously it was raining, and the wind was blowing hard. Grrrr and i'm having a cold now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My hair sucks! Shiz, i shouldn't have cut sooo short la, the fringe like some idiot like that. (i've been scolding myself alot recently, or is it just this post?) And the back part is short, but the lady says it nice. She has to right, duh. I give it 1 more week to grow back, it better hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read it and it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1928740281624164480?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1928740281624164480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1928740281624164480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1928740281624164480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1928740281624164480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/nope-you-dont-wash-conical-flask-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2069043730228639577</id><published>2007-07-23T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:27:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Complete chaos, search deeper please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sometimes, the things that make you sad, are the things that make you happy too'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test can't be described in one word. I think i did alright? Alpha Beta should be correct. Graphical solutions too. But thats about 10 marks huh -_-'' Bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2069043730228639577?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2069043730228639577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2069043730228639577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2069043730228639577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2069043730228639577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/complete-chaos-search-deeper-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2216849327373889156</id><published>2007-07-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:56:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now nobody is happy, yea everybody is asking 'have i contributed enough'. I knew it would happen, cos everybody felt that they've all done their best, and the only asshole in the team who was cracking jokes all the time is none other than me. Yea cos obviously my knowledge of the bill is quite limited, but its alright, thats life in RI, where the guys with lower gpa's like me get silently discriminated. Shucks, live with it dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hahaha why the emo post! I was happy all day long man, :D. "How to communicate better with girls". Mhmm the talk was interesting, conducted by an interesting teacher. Haha organised by the career guidance club, at first it doesn't sound soooo reliable huh? But it was good, i learnt alot :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its 11, and i'm sleepy. Shiz tired feet too.  &lt;em&gt;And i miss you quite terribly&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2216849327373889156?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2216849327373889156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2216849327373889156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2216849327373889156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2216849327373889156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-nobody-is-happy-yea-everybody-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-307812155919338610</id><published>2007-07-19T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:54:15.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I like my mood swings. It makes me think alot, cos you know you just keep wondering whats wrong with your body. But its all good and well, i hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;God works in mysterious ways, he listens and he cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AMK hub is a barren place. Shannon wants to do a shopping spree that. -_-'' Yea shopping spree with 3 good shops? Haha maybe the stripped shirts laaa. Nick has an interesting blog :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;History tests results are confidence boosters :D Mhmm the hint is that i did well :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My friendster horoscope says  '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time for you to think about yourself less, and other people more. Be selfless.' &lt;/em&gt;Hahaha yea, i'm always soooooo selfless :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Friday beckons, tests next week, isn't life passing soooo quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-307812155919338610?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/307812155919338610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=307812155919338610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/307812155919338610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/307812155919338610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-like-my-mood-swings.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-6679760818993534440</id><published>2007-07-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:32:18.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My head's killing me, I swear it is. The substance in the brain is like floating around, causing a awful headache. :( My phone is conky, thanks so much. I took multiple attempts to send a message. Today i wasn't emo in school, everybody said i was. That just didn't make things better. Stomachache during lunch wasn't very good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksfully, thankfully, I was talking to you. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And today Alimi and I went rockers, during the ambassador thingy. Sadly, i didn't have a question to ask the ambassador, opps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tomorrow will be better i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-6679760818993534440?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6679760818993534440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=6679760818993534440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6679760818993534440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6679760818993534440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-heads-killing-me-substance-in-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8011838419412831795</id><published>2007-07-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:34:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RpzMP2HOQxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fh3g9VGaQGI/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088166251617731346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RpzMP2HOQxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fh3g9VGaQGI/s320/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Omg yes, today was karoke competition. The whole world knows i can't sing, but thats fine. I participated to gain exposure yes, and not to lower my self esteem. Haha it was okay, except the background music was sooo loud, Shannon said he couldn't hear me sometimes. Not my fault! Haha but everybody was bloody nice to me! They kept encouraging me and cheering(though somehow i knew it was bad laaaa) But its fine, this has been a great experience for me! I'm going to sing jian dian ai on my next competition, which is not gonna be anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Brendon won! Haha rockers dude! Omygosh, Brendon your singing really damn nice! And partly cos he sang right after me(you know by then the standard already sooooo low) And sorry nick, i didn't see your message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm today i woke up at 5.30, checked my phone and saw 4 messages. I was replying them, and then i feel asleep smsing. I'm that good you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really motivated to study now. Just now and hopefully next week too. Cos right my dad promised me ultimate freedom if he sees 'decent' grades. Omygosh yea, thats my only motivation actually. But its fine, better that nothing. Haha c'mon bring all the homework and tests man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday tomorrow! Haha its gonna be fun. And persuasive english speaking presentation. Mhmm :D&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/6862520482392020681-8011838419412831795?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8011838419412831795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8011838419412831795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8011838419412831795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8011838419412831795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-yes-today-was-karoke-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xAPZdRgGtUU/RpzMP2HOQxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fh3g9VGaQGI/s72-c/DSC00649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8775898812549704789</id><published>2007-07-16T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:45:32.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;One day, I would sit and watch the sunset, and it'd better be good. The sky was awesome today, at about 6 p.m. It was blue, mhmm very blue actually. The trees were exceptionally green. Sun was out, but not hot at all. Its stuff like these that makes me enjoy every bit of my life :D Not a emo thought ya, all you peeps out there should stop saying i'm emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8775898812549704789?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8775898812549704789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8775898812549704789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8775898812549704789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8775898812549704789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-day-i-would-sit-and-watch-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1974345928005551096</id><published>2007-07-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:17:04.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shiz i'm really tired. A whole day floorball carnival just drains everything out of you. It was physical, it was tiring, and basically you get whacked alot. But i think i kept body checking people too, which explains my bruises. Mhmm, and i wore canvas to play. Yes very smart, my corn bled and my socks is red. My skin came out again, my feet is damn gross because of that, whats up with the effectiveness of a plaster man! And like after everything i was just so tired, i fell asleep on the floor. Oh, and in the finals, my calf muscle suddenly cramped up, and i fell down which made it worse. Couldn't walk at first but i badly wanted to play. But i'm fine, its better already. Its only my knee that hurts, too much twisiting i suppose. And whole day i hardly drank water. Just alot of bubble tea and h20. And like i just feel like vomitting, cos all bloated and sweet stuff. Shiz i blame the organisers cos they only sell bubble tea. Sell water la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and we got 2nd place! :D We rock please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to mass after that. Haha i saw sooo many people. And Andrew was being funny again (not in a good way dude) I know so many of your secrets now! Alicia gave me a nice bigggg hug :D(its okay Andrew will have a conference with us soon yes?) Joel too. Paula was trying to communicate without words during mass. I don't understand anything yes? Jac was there, sat with matthew and his friend who was trying to start a conversation about bulges. Go and let your imagination run wild about that means. I want to go church more often! Yes, and mass too. Today father's homily was super touching, i paid close attention. About the skinny ragged boy, and everything else. About one's family too. Omygosh, i feel emo when he was talking laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm today ain't exactly a happy day. Not too sure about me, but i know the people around me were either sad or angry. Don't know why, maybe its global warming. Think happy thoughts yes? I think i get affected by the people around me easily, like i started to think alot again? Oh no i really think life is passing way too quickly, someone gotta click 'stop now'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world! Tomorrow is studying time for me. Shit that sucks actually. And i just remembered i didn't watch harry potter cos apparently they wanted a earlier movie. Wah thanks laaa. Nevermind, there's always another 3 more weeks left. And die hard too &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss your park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss your bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss the long(er) walk from the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss your hair (Bang!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but most importantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss you! &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1974345928005551096?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1974345928005551096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1974345928005551096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1974345928005551096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1974345928005551096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/shiz-im-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-496526979216934511</id><published>2007-07-13T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:17:01.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mhmm its friday already! Thats seriously damn fast, like yesterday was monday only right? Oh man, life is passing too quickly, i'm not used to it! Ewww wake me up please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;School was fun! Haha yes i learnt how to play bridge today. Its an addictive game, and i'm gonna be addicted to it too. "12 spades!" Haha yea thats how pro i am. Mhmm project corner shall be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;our new gambling den yes? And i must have done something good/bad in school recently. Like about 5 random people i really don't know came up to me during the course of the day and said "Hi Eugene". Haha its freaky cos you don't really know them? Yes but obviously i say hi back, cos i assume i did something good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Training was good, actually i didn't train, i merely practiced my flicks. Then ran off to the gym :D. And back for penalty flicks, and soccer which tore the skin on my toe again. Sheesh too much running about and tiring myself, my neck muscles hurt like crazy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tomorrow is sat! Floorball carnival and hopefully harry potter after that :D. Can't wait, i shall go and sleep and be refreshed for tomorrow. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-496526979216934511?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/496526979216934511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=496526979216934511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/496526979216934511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/496526979216934511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/mhmm-its-friday-already-thats-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8435649348996556524</id><published>2007-07-11T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:14:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mhmm sweet anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;Long enough for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8435649348996556524?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8435649348996556524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8435649348996556524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8435649348996556524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8435649348996556524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/mhmm-sweet-anticipation-3-sweetie-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3920136219921942409</id><published>2007-07-09T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:46:04.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Monday blues, its always the case. School was fine actually, had a few good lessons. Good meaning fun of course. Haha SS was rockers, i liked the movie alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm rest of the day was okay. Long and weary, i was gonna fall asleep already. Haha but i got a nice lil message, that sparked a mini revial during chem. Thank you so much sweetie, I really appreciated it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sleepy heads out there go and sleep! Its late! And monday will only come in another 7 days time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3920136219921942409?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3920136219921942409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3920136219921942409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3920136219921942409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3920136219921942409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-blues-its-always-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4963069617716883568</id><published>2007-07-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:53:29.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wasted sunday. Its always the case, i don't feel like starting on any work. Shoot me please, i think i got a disgusting bad habit. Lazy pain in the ass. Yea once i start on some work, i know that i will be alright. But the art of starting work is damn bloody hard for me. Maybe counselling helps, or maybe someone gotta wake me up from this slumber. As everyone can see, my gpa isn't very ideal. I can't blame anyone or anything, i don't really think i work hard this year. Primary school was different, i only studied and played hockey. Even then there was only 1 season so i could concentrate on my studies. Secondary school is assholic different. There are many more things besides exams and results. Workload is like more, and the teachers expect you to do more self study. I don't like that. Maybe i need to grow up a bit faster, and adapt. Otherwise, i'll die when i go to JC, thats if i make it that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First priority is to bloody hell do my homework. Especially chinese dude. I owe work which is bad cos it just keeps piling up. And i don't know when i'll ever find time to do them. This is making me real mad, yes it is. It sucks when you have 2 people in your head telling you what to do. Next is to, study for my maths and science. Cos i'm not that good at these subjects. Yes go and practice Eugene! Otherwise you'll fail the next TA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i'm blogging whats in my head. Honestly, i blogged to get away from work. Yes i think thats the most practical answer at this point. RAWWRRRR!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can time just stop here please? I don't want tomorrow to come. I know it will, and that sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4963069617716883568?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4963069617716883568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4963069617716883568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4963069617716883568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4963069617716883568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/wasted-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2710490837130985561</id><published>2007-07-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:08:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Stay home saturdays are funnnn! Haha, I like playing risk. Its a game where you try to conquer the whole world. Sheesh it might become my new addiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Band concert yesterday was rockers! I swear RIMB is really damn good, cos if i can appreciate it, it has to be good right? And Gan, you're not funny la! What you mean its a surprise to see me go for band concert?!?!?! Haha you die on monday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Training was fun :D. Only me and steph went. Thats good cos you know i get more attention? Yea sometimes i really think Andrew rocks balls. Like my 5-iron went dead straight after a few changes. Yea thats how rocker baller he is. Makes me want to train more la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today is the live earth concert. Which is quite ironic cos the concerts bring sooooooooooo much damage to planet earth. Like electricity for the lights, sounds, effects, and other things which you can think about. And the litter at the concert, pollution from the concert. *Gasp* this concert is dumb. But the music is good :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mummy is better already. Haha yes i can tell cos she bought me 2 striped shirts today. Oooooohhh damn nice. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Folks, enjoy your weekend. Life is passing way too quickyly. Its week 3 already. But thats fine, I'm looking forward to week 4 and beyond. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Reminds me of you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love you sweetie &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2710490837130985561?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2710490837130985561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2710490837130985561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2710490837130985561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2710490837130985561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/stay-home-saturdays-are-funnnn-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7219929083209338506</id><published>2007-07-05T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:16:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I likeeeee thursdaysss :D. Super slack haha. Today was even better. Mrs Ho and Ms Keh didn't come. So like 2 free periods? Yea damn good. But I hope Mrs Ho will recover, cos it sucks to see my form teacher sick. Yea caring me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I haven't seen Mrs Ong yet! Die i wanna be a psl, shit i hope she doesn't kill me tomorrow. Damn la! Why must i have such bad memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE was rockers today! Played some buzzer game. Haha and sorry group 3, i minused soooo many points today for being a, MORON! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental today was, excruciatingly painful. I'm not sure if thats a word, but its fine. Dr Cheng, i know you will give me straight teeth, but do you have to be so merciless? Like today i didn't eat dinner at all. Or eat supper well. I wanna die of gastric already. And to my little teethlings, I'm soooooo sorry for the pain. Haha you'll never see me so retarded, talking to my teethlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, having a headache suck! Seriously go away, and go and die! Aye i probarly need rest. And i can't seem to see my last post on my blog. Thats quite smart la, and laggy. Okay nevermind, tomorrow's mufti day(correct spelling?). Lets see whos the best dressed! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7219929083209338506?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7219929083209338506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7219929083209338506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7219929083209338506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7219929083209338506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-likeeeee-thursdaysss-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5196579402124971457</id><published>2007-07-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:14:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Omygosh, today was a really long day. And tiring day too. Probarly cos i've been at the computer for far too long already. Durinh physics, i fell asleep for almost half the lesson. And its not like fake fake kind, i really fell into a deep slumber. Shiz, what did i miss? But during english, i was like super high?? And english is after physics? Walao weird body i have. Sooo in the end, i was okay i guess. But the moment i saw my bed, i got tired again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPP was okay i guess. I contributed some parts. Haha. Seems like slack time, but its not! Gan and i were hardcoring all the way please! Training was quite sian, yea did nothing at all. Watch C div prepare for tomorrow. Not too bad i guess? Haha but i practice flicks already, anybody need me to take their penaltly flicks? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anybody noticed, today i had double eyelid at both eyes! HAHA! I'm quite happy okay, its a once in a green moon kind of thing. But i guess nobody saw it. :( Nevermind, you guys missed it, not me. Haha. But my mum saw it, and she's really damn cute please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep early today, and i think i should. Yea goodnight everybody. Somebody just pissed me off soooo badly. Go and die please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5196579402124971457?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5196579402124971457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5196579402124971457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5196579402124971457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5196579402124971457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/omygosh-today-was-really-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5274602458169232863</id><published>2007-07-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:14:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm today was a good day i guess. Like nothing special, just an ordianary tuesday. Oh but wait, Eugene took NSW Maths today! Haha like i never even signed up for it. I just thought, well yea since this is the only maths competition i can actually do well in, I might as well don't waste the 1 hour i had. So in goes Eugene into the hall, no attendance needed, and yup happy to say he did finish the test. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Shannon today. Always a good thing. Seprated 3 classes away, i still think we can be really close friends. :D Bubble tea was good, i like pearls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Lao Shi is officially the teacher who is super generous with deadlines. Yea thats why maybe i keep procrasinating. Nope thats not good, i should start finishing my homework. Look on the brightside of life, at least i am completing my ERP. Almost is the key word here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so, i managed to find time to blog, now back to work. Don't disturb me is an understatement. Some people can be real bitches. You know who you are. Oh wait you don't, cos you're probarly too caught up with your own selfish world. Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lets run away to a place where we can only hear the ocean waves crashing against the rocks, and nothing else. A stove for me to cook you a hearty meal :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5274602458169232863?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5274602458169232863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5274602458169232863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5274602458169232863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5274602458169232863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm-today-was-good-day-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7827631849668128460</id><published>2007-07-01T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:26:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'RI hockey is nothing without St Andrew's old boys. It would be hopeless for them'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i can't say who said that, but somehow that sent me into deep thought. If i say agree, many people will come find me and bash me up. But if i don't, then another million people will come and bash me up. Haha yea, blogging does have its limits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm officially in love with 'nite'. Yea its a drink with many fruity flavours. Like apple is my favourite. Only thing is that its 5% alcohol. Opps shut up Eugene! You're not allowed to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight everybody. Week 2 is gonna be awesome. I'm a happy boy. And a married one too. &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7827631849668128460?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7827631849668128460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7827631849668128460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7827631849668128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7827631849668128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/ri-hockey-is-nothing-without-st-andrews.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3602048942049998706</id><published>2007-07-01T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:45:25.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go back to school please! I think i might just face extinction at home. Its really damn boring. Too much tv and lazing at the sofa. Aye and not much work done too. Damn, Yu lao shi might just murder me. Haha nevermind, there's still Brendon who owes more work than me. Haha! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogging with daddy is madness. Yea so we were supposed to go nice and slow, enjoy the scenery of our wonderful neighbourhood. But no, he decided to challenge the speed of light. Walao retarded, i think we run more that 6-7km?? Ya I know, madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laguna 2nd leg tomorrow. Yeap hope i do well, anyway i don't expect much. I haven't really been training. Just go out there, and enjoy myself. Enjoy my youth day. Haha : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all folks. Blogging is an addiction. Soon it'll be over. Yup i would know best. Haha so continue to read my blog while its still being updated. Harry Potter now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweetie, i miss you much much! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3602048942049998706?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3602048942049998706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3602048942049998706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3602048942049998706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3602048942049998706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-to-go-back-to-school-please-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1384006182033018328</id><published>2007-06-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:07:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stay home saturday night. I love it. (Yea right!) Haha so did nothing at all. Maybe a bit of chinese and alot of tv. I would pretty much prefer to be watching a late night movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went RCIY today, and mass too. Now don't give me that shock look. I'm a very holy person. Haha, mass was good, sat with Matthew. I think we talked too much but oh wells, the people didn't seem to mind. And the air-con wasn't turned on? Like sauna like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha had a indecent online conversation with Hayden today. Not very ideal to let out on the details. Haha! Hayden i know you're reading this, so next time please don't let me imagine this kind of sick stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is sick. I don't like that. Please take care of yourself mum. I'll pray for you. Love you loads. Get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeap, I'm happy! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1384006182033018328?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1384006182033018328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1384006182033018328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1384006182033018328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1384006182033018328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/stay-home-saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4111465746963858849</id><published>2007-06-29T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:22:08.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooohh soccer today with 2E. Haha 7 of us, so extremely tiring. But it was fun so thats all that matters. It has to be fun when you're an attacking goalie right? : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good nap today, 4 hours long? Yea damn good. Like i said, i love long naps. I said that before right? Haha sheesh can't remember. But woke up with a headache. Bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online conversation with Paula was hmmmmm, very lame! Yea she was telling me soooo many lame jokes, quite funny actually. Supposedly created by Kerlene. Haha. And to think i actually understood most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers was pretty cool. Yea watched at plaze sing with my didi. I want my car to be a transformer too. Me and my wild imagination. Its damn late, shit i'm tired. Goodnight world. I don't know what else to say. Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This sucks so badly, kill me now. Lemme hear it. 'no'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4111465746963858849?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4111465746963858849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4111465746963858849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4111465746963858849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4111465746963858849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/oooooohh-soccer-today-with-2e.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3499413187948911906</id><published>2007-06-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:43:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is officially coke day! I think i've drank about 2 litres of coke? Sheesh just imagine the amount of sugar in my stomach now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a laptop for my brother today. Walao i'm jealous. Haha he got a new phone and laptop withnin 3 weeks of one another! But nevermind, at least this laptop is mine now. : D. No need to fight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors won 18-0 today. I thought it was actually tooooo one-sided so quite boring. Yea more wing play and passing if any of you are reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected specs today. I look good in it! Haha! Yea studious and everything is crystal clear. Quite freaky actually. Everything is toooo clear for me. Haha i'll need time to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tired today, just woke up from an evening nap. Yea can't wait for tomorrow where i play soccer with 2E. You guys are much love. Hehe. But gotta wake up early again. Sian. But its fine, its to own Daniel in dribbling. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Worried Sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3499413187948911906?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3499413187948911906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3499413187948911906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3499413187948911906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3499413187948911906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-officially-coke-day-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5432588278418262572</id><published>2007-06-28T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:02:43.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you doTime Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it allEven more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This song made me cry. I swear. Shiz is is about a long distance relationship? I think it is. Why do I like this kind of songs? I think its cos its sooo sad that it makes me happier. Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Don't you worry about the distance, I'm right there if you get lonely'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5432588278418262572?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5432588278418262572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5432588278418262572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5432588278418262572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5432588278418262572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-there-delilah-whats-it-like-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-44931211248240900</id><published>2007-06-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:39:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna use my phone ever again in school. Its just not safe anymore. Either that or i'm really unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPP today was quite fun. Mrs Ang was pretty angry with our group. Quite funny actually cos we were daoing her? Opps and doing our own work. And I might be screwed for philo? Haha not if i pass up the essay due 4097468738 weeks ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically did nothing at all during training. Like short corner defence counted anot? And a match with juniors. Yea nothing exciting today actually. So i decided to join NPCC for soccer. Ooohh Daniel, I assisted you! OH but conversation with Qayyum was rockers! Haha come to think of it, I usually don't talk so much with him so quite nice! Haha today wasn't a emo talk okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me am tired, me am sleepy. I think I might just go to bed now. Sleepy head. Goodnight world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i get so pissed, i don't know if i really am me. Sheesh, i hate that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-44931211248240900?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/44931211248240900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=44931211248240900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/44931211248240900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/44931211248240900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-gonna-use-my-phone-ever-again-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-8263531638169949147</id><published>2007-06-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:28:52.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26th June 2007, school was boring la. As usual. No wait, sometimes it gets really interesting like yesterday. Aiya shiz I'm sloweer than everybody else in maths which its not a good thing. Like i took forever to understand the log and ln graphy thingy. Mrs Ho I really need maths remedial or tuition or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i played soccer, like 1st time in how many light years. Fun fun fun, haha especially being a goalie. Not that bad la, I think i have potential. Haha, Si Yuan you speak way too highly of me. What Peter Schumicheal?? Haha nevermind i don't even know the spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went studying with sweetie today. Not that i had any motivation cos basically i did nothing except my 1st question of my english compre. Haha its okay, the next time we study, we hardcore 4 hours okay? Yes yes I'll try and motivate you. 30 mins together was really nice anyway. Short but sweet :) And last night conversation more than made up for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhh and i got specs. Collect on Friday. Aiya I thought i can just survive without specs but really cannot see the whiteboard. Oh wells i think i look quit studious with the red specs. Like some scientist like that. Its about time i look like what my brain contains. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i'm gonna kill adobe cos it deleted my pictures! Bloody hell those were good pictures okay! Shiz, not even in the recycle bin anymore. Kill me someone! No wait kill adobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the best damn thing that has happened to me, and i love it/you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-8263531638169949147?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8263531638169949147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=8263531638169949147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8263531638169949147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/8263531638169949147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/26th-june-2007-school-was-boring-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-1805277465680441903</id><published>2007-06-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:27:47.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear today was one of the better days at school. 1st day and i throughtly enjoyed it. Haha you don't often hear me saying these words so treasure it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3J is a retarded class and thats why i love you guys! Haha! Hayden, Si Yuan, Yan, Brendon, Balu, Jed, Shu Chang, Muskil and even Sethu are all retarded people. :) I'm really starting to enjoy my class lessons alot. And today Yu Lao Shi was the bomb! She extended our whole class's holiday homework to next tuesday! Damn nice know! Haha i think she just spoiled us but oh wells, we like her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you smsing?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yea, why?'&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're Eugene'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh, Yan if i have the chance i'll pull your hair out! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ned thanks for finding my book. Haha we sure had fun at Bishan Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever they may say, no matter how much they want us to break, I'll still cross the highway seperating us to say I love you &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-1805277465680441903?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1805277465680441903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=1805277465680441903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1805277465680441903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/1805277465680441903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-swear-today-was-one-of-better-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-5744026668649979671</id><published>2007-06-24T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:17:47.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweetie, that post was really sooooooo not me. I'm not like that! Haha but you got alot of facts about me right, okay so thats the scary part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better enlighten readers on some of the things that was posted by 'me' earlier on. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper article was my homework! Haha Ms Yong, please don't get offended. And yea today i didn't go for mass which sucks okay! I was suppose to go for 4 weeks in a row but nobody went for mass! Aiya nevermind, being a priest is not only about going for mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Anyway I think the fact that Ugenie knows Paula is super cool, HAHA' Thats unexplainable. Haha. And my phone doesn't always get consfiscated okay! Twice only i think? Haha and guess who i'm smsing during school hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was officially homework day cos I really chiong through the holiday homework. Not that i finished all of them, but at least its getting there. Opps is it Sunday already? I sure lost track of time then! Anyway the staff of Raffles Instititution are really understanding, and they should understand the burdens of a 15 year old teen. Extension anyone? YEA YEA dream on Eugene! Someone kill me please cos I really don't want to go back to school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can i be your memory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-5744026668649979671?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5744026668649979671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=5744026668649979671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5744026668649979671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/5744026668649979671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweetie-that-post-was-really-sooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-2679453413851001045</id><published>2007-06-24T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:20:10.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think me posting those newspaper articles was totally retarded, like most people will just scroll past it, and when they get to the bottom, its just a gay smilely face (HAHA, oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today my mom was totally coolios to the max, she went for a manicure, which meant that I couldn't go for mass. You so know I want to be a priest right, oh well, new ambition soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think the fact that Ugenie knows Paula is super cool, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world, tomorrow is school, what a bummer. I hope my phone doesn't get confiscated, like it always does. Maybe I shall constantly remind myself to message on the table so it ain't that obvious, haha, okay enough enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-2679453413851001045?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2679453413851001045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=2679453413851001045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2679453413851001045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/2679453413851001045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-me-posting-those-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4826259081089323977</id><published>2007-06-24T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:55:02.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd Article: Going online is not all fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from The Straits Times, Sat, 23rd June 2007. Saturday Section Page S10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there has been an increase in gaming addiction among youths. Especially youths who often bored because they're not heavily involved in extra co-cirrcular activities. This can be seen by the many counsellors who have seen and up rise in youths seeking help for gaming addiction. According to experts, this is a worrying trend because they worry of the potential harm these games may cause to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main worries about interactive games is, children may meet the wrong kinds of people. Being young at inexperienced, children may pick up undesirable habits or behaviour from them. The most common would be the learning of vulgarities and using them in their everyday context. Some parents might be surprised that their kids are using vulgarities at free will at such a young age. However not many know that in the dark, mysterious world of online gaming, these words are used so often, it has been universally accepted among gamers. Not surprisingly, kids will think its acceptable to use profound language in their daily lives, because gaming has already been rooted into their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another common worry is that, when kids become addicted to online gaming, their social life takes a major step back. They start to neglect their studies and avoid outdoor activities. Relationships with their loved ones will be greatly affected. This is because, these handful of kids only think about their cyber world and characters. Physically they may be present in school. But their mind is drifting off to their cyber world, thinking of ways to play the computer as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many kids turn to online gaming not only because its fun to play with, but also because gamers will accept them for their ability not their outward appearance. Taunting and teasing in schools are common among kids. Some may be more sensitive to it, and feel like society does not accept them. Hence, they turn to online gaming, where nobody can see their outward appearance. These kids are not judged as how they might be in their daily lives. Thats another good reason why online gaming is so addictive and luring to our kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that online gaming is most appropriate for kids to play. However certain good gaming habits must be practised to ensure that its safe for kids to play with. Parents should place the computer at places where they can monitor their kids playing games. In this way, kids will know that they are under supervision, and will not play the games excessively. Another way is for parents to limit the playing time, and have a timetable set up. Homework, sports and aesthetics should be of utmost priority, which will limit the time spent infront of the screen. Gaming should never exceed more than 1 hour daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us work together to help kids and their gaming addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4826259081089323977?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4826259081089323977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4826259081089323977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4826259081089323977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4826259081089323977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-article-going-online-is-not-all-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-3300978155974308116</id><published>2007-06-24T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:50:21.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Ms Yong. This is my new blog. I kinda forgot the password to my previous one. Sorry for the late notice, I'll inform you when school reopens. Oh thats tomorrow actually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My article is taken from the Straits Times, 19/3/07. I don't have the link but i read it and i feel this article is very current with teenagers and the society today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Parents, beware the emo kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we move on, let us first examine the definition of 'emo' and the characteristics of emo kids. Emo is derived from the word emotional. This new fad is creating quite a stir among the youths here in Singapore. Emo teens are usually decked in shirts with dark colours, a little undersize, and dark skinny jeans. Shirts may have words in red or colours which remind others of pain and anger, screaming out withnin their broken heart. Ironically, the choice of footwear is Converse Canvas sneakers. In my opinion, these range of sneakers are affordable to most teens and are available in many colours, hence the popular choice. However, the most underlying characteristics would have to be the dark, lined eyes and also the long fringed hair which at times, cover the eyes. A extreme case would be teens piercing their lips, tongue and other undesirable body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new youth culture is picking up popularity simply because of the media and easy availibility of emo culture. Up and coming rock bands like My Chemical Romance, Good Charlotte and even Fall Out Boy produce hits worldwide that are popular with teens. They get to hear their songs daily on the radios, with so many stations playing their songs at a time. The scary thing is, these songs are usually about anger-filled hatred towards society, or rejection and tormentation. Idolised by many, these bands send out strong messages to their faithful listeners, which the bulk are teens. Hence, teens follow blindly and the foundation for this wave of 'emo' teens is formed. Some try to express rejection by self-mutilation. Slit wrists are all very common in today's society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into Far East Shopping Centre or Bugis, and you'll quickly realise that many of the shops cater to teen's needs. Unlike our parents of yesterday, the 'money-spenders' of society are teens. We have the spending power, and the wants which are at times, difficult to fuifill. Shops here sell trendy clothes, and many have wide varietys of emo clothes. This makes it easier for teens to purchase clothes of close resemblance to their idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I find the reation of society towards this new emo fad to be rather surprising. After all, I believe that this is just a fashion or maybe culture to follow. Growing up as a teen is never easy. With one's hormones raging, many struggle to find their identity, or fully understand themselves and their body. I'm sure many people can identify with me. Teens will always need company. Some may feel left out, others struggling to cope with the stress of this competitive society. Emo is a good way to express themselves, to let out all their sorrows, to let the public know about the pressure these teens are facing. I would not consider myself emo, but i know of many friends who are. I can understand their pain, and I really consider this to be part of 'growing up'. Take girl's school for example. Female teens growing through puberty may feel the can identify better with youths of the same sex. Hence, they think that they are fast becoming lesbians. However, once they mature, and come to understand their own body better, they rationalise and begin to grow out of it. I believe this emo fad would follow somewhere along the same line. However, there are definitely some areas where i don't agree on. Self-mutilation or even suicide is not a solution out. These acts inflict more pain on the youth, which starts a vicious cycle of pain and anguish. When that happens, parents should be aware of their child's daily activities, and seek counselling immediately. Teens got to ensure that they do not follow wrong influences blindly because the consequences may be devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-3300978155974308116?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3300978155974308116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=3300978155974308116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3300978155974308116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/3300978155974308116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-ms-yong_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-4058819555627950432</id><published>2007-06-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:59:22.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha i cannot take it already, i must blog again. This is fast becoming an addiction, which is a good thing cos most of my blogs don't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, my dad bought me a 300 dollar shirt. I swear its damn nice. Black too. Oooohhh, i can just imagine myself wearing that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby, you just made my night so much sweeter !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-4058819555627950432?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4058819555627950432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=4058819555627950432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4058819555627950432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/4058819555627950432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-i-cannot-take-it-already-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-7223268487535089834</id><published>2007-06-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:07:33.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone called me bubble boy, I think its quite funny actually. But then again, my old blog title does sound really funny and gay. Whatever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiz, i didn't go for RCIY today. Mass too. Stupid holiday homework. Walao i'm a bad catholic and i don't like that. How to be priest like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pick daddy from the airport. Honestly, i missed him. :) No late night suppers for 1 week. And worse, no allowance. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s as if I’m scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s as if I’m terrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s as if I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s as if I’m playing with fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea when i see the look on Yu Lao Shi's face on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for our friendship the last few years, now i know that best friends don't last but true friends do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-7223268487535089834?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7223268487535089834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=7223268487535089834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7223268487535089834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/7223268487535089834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-called-my-bubble-boy-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-178847581294840216</id><published>2007-06-22T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:04:04.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My appetite really sucks, one moment its good, the other its a total blah. Damn how am i gonna put on more weight like that? My mum said she thought i was aneroxic, I'm not okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went through my trophies, cos i was finding a place to put my u15 silver. Yea just realised how hard we worked to win the c div gold last year. Sheesh its almost been a year already but i can still remember every single bit of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting, and thats gonna suck. Luckily we don't have school on Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go RCIY tomorrow! And mass too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, i really miss talking to you on the phone. Maybe its cos i can't express it to you, but do know that i miss you, and still love you more and more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-178847581294840216?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/178847581294840216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=178847581294840216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/178847581294840216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/178847581294840216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-appetite-really-sucks-one-moment-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862520482392020681.post-6321224449007286432</id><published>2007-06-22T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:23:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is gonna stay, i'll make sure i update it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U15 finals, we lost 2-1. I think its not bad. Balu was suspended, we played pretty well. And i fell so many times, my whole knee is scratched with cuts and bruises. Not that it matters anyway. I know i could have done better, and score the goal slightly earlier. Nevermind, next year B div i'll work harder. And to everybody in my team, i'm not sad. Just a little dissapointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming dear, and ned too. And Gor too. Really appreciated it. Yea i like support *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm getting a background for this blog. And a tagboard please. I will learn how to do it. Thats a promise. How many promises have i broken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6862520482392020681-6321224449007286432?l=skymemoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6321224449007286432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6862520482392020681&amp;postID=6321224449007286432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6321224449007286432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6862520482392020681/posts/default/6321224449007286432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skymemoirs.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-blog-is-gonna-stay-ill-make-sure-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07960360085612981168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
