<?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-659650974880450346</id><updated>2011-06-23T18:46:52.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4033111646496526470</id><published>2009-02-23T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:01:59.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ moooooooved</title><content type='html'>Time for a change, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, livejournal here i come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would ask me, i would forcibly say blogger's too troublesome and holds too many horrible memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, &lt;a href="http://thursdaytension.livejournal.com/"&gt;Love Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4033111646496526470?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4033111646496526470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/moooooooved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4033111646496526470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4033111646496526470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/moooooooved.html' title='/ moooooooved'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-8861104575447498360</id><published>2009-02-20T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:15:19.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ change for the better</title><content type='html'>Life is getting so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I'd ever want to contemplate again, there really is nothing to contemplate about, cause life's too great to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From yesterday, many surprises have been coming my way and everything's been awesome. Except for piano exam, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the 20/02 to the 09/03, there are roughly 15 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No contemplation, but damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-8861104575447498360?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/8861104575447498360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-for-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/8861104575447498360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/8861104575447498360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-for-better.html' title='/ change for the better'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4621208195480165048</id><published>2009-02-14T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:27:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ no rest</title><content type='html'>Today's such a beautiful day, but ah it had to start with science centre. Teehee frankly the glove business was quite fun and cool, and well, thinking of some people were kind of entertaining as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i sort of understood today was an apple has 34 chromosomes, a bat has 44 chromosomes and a human has 46 chromosomes. And yes a chicken has more chromosomes than a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, more but i forgot. So what's that equivalent to? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes going home with Lee Bin was really the funniest man omg, it was so hilarious i laughed but whole stomach off. But it's an internal joke, i'm so sorry for the tension caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we did a good deed today! We gave up our seats for an old lady. Well, an old lady took my seat, and some auntie took Lee Bin's, when there was another old lady nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some Singaporeans appear to need interpretation courses. So if you were to ask me what's with the world today, i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can never possibly want Singaporeans to have what i call the Japan habit of giving in and respecting our elders, since we weren't taught from young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from today, my goal is to be a more considerate and thoughtful person, and really hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4621208195480165048?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4621208195480165048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4621208195480165048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4621208195480165048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-rest.html' title='/ no rest'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4529007421954096349</id><published>2009-02-11T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:27:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ lovelovelove</title><content type='html'>Today i'm posting and today i'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm happy and today i'm distressed.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm planning but today i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm listening but today i'm turning a deaf ear.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm yearning but today i'm chickening out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life has always been like this, and it will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lowlife have always been like this, without fail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ohwell, all i want for this lowlife to know is that you really don't know every effort that has been put behind this, and all you should do is just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i really don't need your friendship, if it is so fake, artificial and totally insincere. And if there's anyone to scold it would be myself cause i should never have judged my friends so easily, and the fact that you totally deceived my judgement just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally, horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you actually want to pass something to me, stop getting through a person and dumping me your belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you should know is that i don't really care a hoot even if you don't take the courtesy to return my stuff, since what you owe me is much more than that, and it's crossed the level that nothing else matters now, even if you were to steal a thousand dollars from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh? Since you have backbone now and you'd rather take pride in your first priority than any other factors, there's really nothing else i can do, and since you've got backbone, go ahead acting like nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, i can do it so much better than you, and i'm already very kind to not mention your name.So you should just back off and look for your direction, lost soul. So be pretentious and put on a great front for your pride, and never turn to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow lowlife, first time dedicating a post to someone. Congratulations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4529007421954096349?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4529007421954096349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovelovelove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4529007421954096349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4529007421954096349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovelovelove.html' title='/ lovelovelove'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-437808138333644267</id><published>2009-02-10T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:04:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ new start</title><content type='html'>It's yet, once again, the first non-chinese new year day of the year of the ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time, yet again to:&lt;br /&gt;- Reflect&lt;br /&gt;- Repent&lt;br /&gt;- Make up for whatever wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;- Take a step towards faith.&lt;br /&gt;- Accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, to give myself another chance to start anew and to pick up from my mistakes, move forward and forget about all things unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's a new year, and i'm not going to be glum the whole year do i? (: With vee day round the corner, there are barely reasons why i should frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mmm, sometimes my intuition just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're like tests, and there's only 8 more days for pleasant chinese lessons. Call me lucky, i don't care for these 'favourite' new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i should never rule out the possibility that she may be a marvellous teacher like i did last year, i do believe in exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm, i shall pull myself together, and make myself proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-437808138333644267?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/437808138333644267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/437808138333644267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/437808138333644267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-start.html' title='/ new start'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4564583965436629423</id><published>2009-02-09T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:48:07.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ true colours</title><content type='html'>Today was truly a time for me to wake up and wonder if some people i have been friends for more than 365 days are really truthful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, it's a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly i don't really care about these lowlifes so yeah, life's as per normal, and at least there's something to look forward to --thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally, wacky thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on an overall, besides the oh-so-great 'friend', everything went fine. Ting xie was super satisfying, the first in 39027171097 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i know my worth teehee. And someone's hacking my facebook account, and talking to people i shouldn't be talking to, and spouting utter rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey how do i solve this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause lowlife spoilt it all and there's no way i can turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if maryanne says i can be sued for blackmailing, i can sue her back for being such a backstabber. Or even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who cares about formalities and just watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the news heat of the day. And yep, call it a rich list or whatever you deem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;2 Tiger Woods&lt;br /&gt;3 Madonna&lt;br /&gt;4 Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;5 Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;6 Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;7 Elton John&lt;br /&gt;8 Tom Cruise&lt;br /&gt;9 Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;10 Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;11Tom Hanks&lt;br /&gt;12 Grey's Anatomy cast&lt;br /&gt;13 Howard Stern&lt;br /&gt;14 Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;15 David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;16 Phil Mickelson&lt;br /&gt;17 David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;18 Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;19 Donald Trump&lt;br /&gt;20 Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;21 Simon Cowell&lt;br /&gt;22 U2&lt;br /&gt;23 Kobe Bryant&lt;br /&gt;24 Michael Schumacher&lt;br /&gt;25 Shaquille O'Neal&lt;br /&gt;26 Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;27 Nicole Kidman&lt;br /&gt;28 Ben Stiller&lt;br /&gt;29 Alex Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;30 Dr Phil McGraw&lt;br /&gt;31 Ronaldinho&lt;br /&gt;32 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;33 Brian Grazer/Ron Howard&lt;br /&gt;34 Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;35 Michael Jordan&lt;br /&gt;36 Rush Limbaugh&lt;br /&gt;37 Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;38 Roger Federer&lt;br /&gt;39 Jerry Bruckheimer&lt;br /&gt;40 George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;41 Kimi Raikkonen&lt;br /&gt;42 Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;43 Sean (Diddy) Combs&lt;br /&gt;44 Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;45 Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;46 Oscar De La Hoya&lt;br /&gt;47 Cast of Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;48 LeBron James&lt;br /&gt;49 J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;50 Derek Jeter &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes oprah winfrey, you have to donate some money to me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4564583965436629423?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4564583965436629423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-colours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4564583965436629423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4564583965436629423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-colours.html' title='/ true colours'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-5740527814865403531</id><published>2009-02-07T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:39:13.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ while it lasts</title><content type='html'>Week five is over, over the hedge, flown and gone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, totally marvellous, great and fabulous momentum. Hmmm i really wonder how long this joy will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i came past a very meaningful theory today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' If you have an answer to why you love someone, you only love that person as a living entity, attribute and feature;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't have an answer to why you love someone, you truly love her/him.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw it just now, i was like stupid theory. But if you come to think of it, it's quite true. Like when you like someone with long hair, you'll probably stop liking that person when you find someone with longer hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the word nostalgic. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no clue if it is influence, but i feel super nostalgic nowadays, without really knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the holiday to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;From school.&lt;br /&gt;From chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;From 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From everything i'm not willing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;And i just had to think it was gone when it had to exsist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-5740527814865403531?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/5740527814865403531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-it-lasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/5740527814865403531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/5740527814865403531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-it-lasts.html' title='/ while it lasts'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-7177383811428841269</id><published>2009-02-03T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:06:16.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ when you're loved</title><content type='html'>I don't know why my eyelids twitch for no reason. Which is quite funny cause i have a lousy sixth sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm that's quite great isn't it? And yes i realised why it was twitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHONE BILL IS OUT. And i apparently have really good self control to have spent like $500 this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was like 'Eh i know your friend join campus superstar, you go and vote for her is it? Don't waste your sms, she'll not be a star.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah right. As what my english report writing said (It got an A :D), you are speculating, and i would have concluded it was calls and mostly calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent like i think a hundred on talking to Sarah, Ann, Yixian and Huixin for the project. Cause it was like calling 4 people for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA thank goodness i told my mother and she was like 'Ah fine whatever you'd better score for your whatever investigative project.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. This is horrible ): If i exceed next month i'll not have anymore free smses. And hmm maybe i can use the same excuse. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: If you profess your love for someone, she'll do the same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298524910583493058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SYgkVVjjMcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PwpDUCP6wK8/s320/ilyylm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298524909473742130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SYgkVRa9vTI/AAAAAAAAA68/tGqKazyQ-OU/s320/ILAALM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These conversations are in courtesy of Ashley, who loves me dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-7177383811428841269?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/7177383811428841269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-youre-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7177383811428841269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7177383811428841269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-youre-loved.html' title='/ when you&apos;re loved'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SYgkVVjjMcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/PwpDUCP6wK8/s72-c/ilyylm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-2462316718522381874</id><published>2009-01-31T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:32:40.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ went wrong</title><content type='html'>I totally screwed myself up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I went to wash my toothbrush with dettol and when i was done, i was still wondering what i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this bakkwa dropped onto the floor and i was so worried my mum would see i threw it into the toilet bowl in an attempt to flush it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see, i just managed to make mistakes an idiot would. WOW. Go gwen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh i wonder what would like be today, and ugh i don't want week 5 to come. But i want week 6 to come whoohooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm i wish it could have been a week ago, when my mum's like preparing ang paos and i'm rushing out my lit essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i had to do my lit essay, i would have known new year's coming soon. And frankly, i'm not ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let go till i feel like, and i know time cannot stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tests, graded assignments, evil meanies and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU JUST WATCH OUT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i shall keep praying, and hope for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-2462316718522381874?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/2462316718522381874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/went-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/2462316718522381874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/2462316718522381874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/went-wrong.html' title='/ went wrong'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4967290445450753547</id><published>2009-01-29T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:54:54.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ last minute</title><content type='html'>HIHIHI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot believe today's a holiday. Cause if it wasn't, i would have just banged my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as some famous philosopher says, 'If you fail to plan, you plan to fail'. Ahahha, so i shall create a Gwen only checklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;1. Create checklist for homework.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy valentine's day presents :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Sign forms.&lt;br /&gt;4. Call celeste to wish her a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Uh, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;6. There will be no more seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh that's how my checklist always fails, and that's why i always fail to accomplish what i want. Sigh i just love life, don't you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day (this reminds me of Shan and Wee hahah) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Life is a vaccuum cleaner, it sucks the dirt out of you'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(proudly brought to you by Gwen/Gwee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4967290445450753547?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4967290445450753547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4967290445450753547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4967290445450753547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-minute.html' title='/ last minute'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-223032185530728026</id><published>2009-01-27T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:46:36.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ time and again</title><content type='html'>I know i'm posting like twice a day, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really this chinese new year is such an occasion to reflect on, and it was really enjoyable. And as i have always used, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wonder how often do i make such posts. Like, after a holiday, after every occasion, after my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i always get sick on my birthday so i do believe this year will be no exception. But hah i still believe in the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh why does new year pass so fast? Well though today wasn't that bad, who i really want to see is my dad's side and my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, now i have to wait another year. Mmm? By then i might have just lost my interest and perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft and when my cousin's child is born, i'll lose the limelight. AHAHHA KIDDING, not like i have much limelight anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesh maybe i had it when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, i've got the power baby! :D Ahaha for now, life's still a vaccuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;u&gt;My blog is going to be made private soon, so if you want to be invited (i know you want to) please please leave your name at the tagboard, with your email. Thank you very much! (though you should be thanking me instead, ahwell.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-223032185530728026?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/223032185530728026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-and-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/223032185530728026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/223032185530728026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-and-again.html' title='/ time and again'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-1655450798158749541</id><published>2009-01-27T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:00:23.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ irreplaceable</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna keep probing, probing, probing and probing. And if you're asking who i am probing, i'm glad to say it's myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the new year side:&lt;br /&gt;Why must relatives on both sides be so contrasting?&lt;br /&gt;Why does life not let you rewind great times?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the grass greener on the other side and not both sides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school side:&lt;br /&gt;Why does school suck so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why homework?&lt;br /&gt;Why tests/graded assignments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the general side:&lt;br /&gt;Why are there really smart people and stupid people?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there poor and rich people?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there sacrificial and selfish people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply because life just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah, with an exception of yesterday, and my holidays, the rest are just dumb and useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-1655450798158749541?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/1655450798158749541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/irreplaceable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/1655450798158749541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/1655450798158749541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/irreplaceable.html' title='/ irreplaceable'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-8027550514568984882</id><published>2009-01-26T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:34:55.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ once a year affair</title><content type='html'>New Year's the bomb, the bigbig bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most fulfilling, bestest, awesomest, wackiest, greatest and the utmost marvellous new year i've ever had from the previous few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess when once a year is concerned, i should seriously know that i have to wait for another year before i can treasure all these golden moments again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, we only meet once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. On the other hand, i meet my relatives on my mum's side like every week. And that's why tomorrow has to be so boring, so senseless, so time wasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we make a comparison chart, you'd know my relatives on my dad's side rock so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I'm one of the youngest there, and though it feels really cold, my cousins are really friendly. Like really. And yep they're quite funny too (:&lt;br /&gt;M: Uh? All that's in my head when i mention this is like, horrendous young kids flying and running around. Thinking of it gives me the jitters; just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other reasons too, but i'm afraid an overload will bring me sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, if there's really a side where the grass is greener on, it would definitely be my father's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i feel the warmth throughout the presence of everyone in the dinner tonight and can tell myself 'I have a happy family,' tomorrow's dinner will feature a crazy woman screaming at little annoying kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, there's no way i can review today again. And though it always happens, i still can't find a cure for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman please come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time i'll be seeing them is somewhere around october, and in case you couldn't count properly, it's 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to conceive a baby, but too much for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think to myself, 'how torturing can life get?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Heard a super hilarious joke from the muttons, featuring a student and a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Okay students, anyone knows of a fruit which is red on the outside and red on the inside?&lt;br /&gt;S: I know i know, strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;T: Hmm, that's not the correct answer, but good, you're thinking. Anyone knows of a fruit that is orange on the inside and yellowish green on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;S: I know i know, orange!&lt;br /&gt;T: Hmm that's not the correct answer yet again, but good thinking there.&lt;br /&gt;S: Teacher, do you know what is brown and long that has a red head that is under my pants?&lt;br /&gt;T: JOHNNY YOU ARE SUCH A NAUGHTY BOY. Go stand at the corner now, reflect and repent.&lt;br /&gt;S: Teacher, it's a pencil! But good, you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-8027550514568984882?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/8027550514568984882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-year-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/8027550514568984882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/8027550514568984882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-year-affair.html' title='/ once a year affair'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-3523877206871046437</id><published>2009-01-25T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:05:28.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ new year</title><content type='html'>It's time again i stayed up late to wish my parents a long life, being the filial daughter i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh some hooha is happening at home, cause the relatives on my dad's side is making really bad arrangements for tomorrow, and my dad is never informed of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right i should feel really disappointed, but on the contrary i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh seriously i don't know what's getting over me.&lt;br /&gt;So lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;So unsociable.&lt;br /&gt;So different.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, just weird and not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's all in my control, i really want the old Gwen back. ):&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh lit's driving me nuts, and i don't really fancy the fact that new year's just tomorrow, cause after new year comes the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, school and new year's not good for an average student like me.&lt;br /&gt;Life punishes you.&lt;br /&gt;School sucks your youth away.&lt;br /&gt;New year takes up your lit periods when your lit test is on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third point, i'd really want to add on one word: dumb. How can the school ever be so stupid to have the holiday on thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, seriously. I believe not much thought has been put into it. Sometimes life's a breeze, yet at other times, life's such a torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it just depends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-3523877206871046437?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/3523877206871046437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/3523877206871046437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/3523877206871046437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='/ new year'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-7347337433775487636</id><published>2009-01-24T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:36:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ good times don't last</title><content type='html'>Just a year ago we were cheering for the victory of our class for cny class deco.&lt;br /&gt;And a year later, the same thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah the feeling's so much more different. Last year i was adding to the noise and screaming like a maniac, while this year i'm like covering my ears at the noise cause it's too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, everything just cannot be comprehended and is beyond my comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah what is wrong with me and what makes the difference! Ohwell, perhaps i haven't really settled down after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cca was awesome, Lee Bin was like cracking jokes all the way and making everyone laugh. Anyway i thought i didn't do well for emergency call card oral, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah, if i fail this time i will pass next time, i just don't believe why i can't pass when i have the glib of the tongue. (Ego ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the ending time was great, five's just right for people like us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after cca, i rushed to mini toons to get a gift for joy, and rushed straight to her house where i was forced to follow her super clean rules and regulations. (She's my descendant, clean freak number 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i'm not counting _ _ _ _ _ _. (You know who said she was a clean freak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh it was a little uh. Too much activity-ish and there were some people i don't like there. So mmm, it wasn't that fun after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i wish Joy wouldn't go to Australia, so headdesking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffft i missed my two hour timeslot show yesterday. It's such a problem, why wouldn't the show end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i'll just pray that it wouldn't rain on cny, and that week five will be alright, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-7347337433775487636?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/7347337433775487636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times-dont-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7347337433775487636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7347337433775487636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times-dont-last.html' title='/ good times don&apos;t last'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-7624724807975186324</id><published>2009-01-22T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:03:26.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ nothing left</title><content type='html'>Today was such an embarrassing day i shall not bother to point out what happened,&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a tiring day i shall not bother to elaborate much in this post,&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a happy day that contradicts whatever's stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah, someday i'll just enjoy school the way Fangwei does, and probably just find it comfortable to cope with tests and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh tomorrow we're missing literature ): Pfffft i can't imagine having only an hour of literature this week when the test is coming, and not treasuring it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Miss Ng and sorry gwendolyn. I'm such a letdown, as both a child, a student and a gwendolyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has my egoism went? Why is it that all is left is the input of joy and output of complaints, when all that has been given to me isn't treasured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all lessons, not literature. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather they take a 2 periods of drama and give literature 2 more periods :D Heehee i want to quit drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, senseless and time consuming, and not at all fun. Except for the fact that you can go to UK, the rest makes no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no new year mood yet, which is really sad. On a random note, I like 3 teachers and don't like 1 teacher, think 1 teacher is indecisive, think 1 teacher's quite nice but slightly funny (weirdly funny), think 1 teacher's really temperamental, think 1 is nicer than she expected to be, and think 2 just don't want to socialise with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for assigning only 3 nice teachers to me. You rock school system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-7624724807975186324?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/7624724807975186324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7624724807975186324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7624724807975186324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-left.html' title='/ nothing left'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4967547260107105618</id><published>2009-01-18T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:27:57.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ bang the door</title><content type='html'>Hey i'm posting again. Aren't you glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are, hyperventilating in front of the computer and screaming 'Gwen posted whoo gwen posted!' Then a big smile appears in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that does reminds me of what Gwee will do heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh called IRENE WITCH today and she said the piano schedules aren't out, but i was thinking to myself 'stupid only an idiot will believe you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i'm not gonna care about that woman while i shall keep praying meanwhile it's in march. Cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't really practised.&lt;br /&gt;2. If i get it too late i cannot leave school early.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm just finding excuses for myself so when i get it i'll start pulling my socks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week five sucks.&lt;br /&gt;5/6/7 tests ..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffffffft. If anyone tells me she loves school, i'll hack her now. Sigh i want to pon week 5. No i cannot afford to pon week 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school, i've been totally drained out by you. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: History, science and english literature lessons are the best. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4967547260107105618?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4967547260107105618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/bang-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4967547260107105618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4967547260107105618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/bang-door.html' title='/ bang the door'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4255771207591948868</id><published>2009-01-17T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:56:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ school the heck</title><content type='html'>I don't like school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i ever liked school.&lt;br /&gt;I never liked school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's crazy, i had like 4 portfolios assigned in just 2 weeks. And for a start of the year, it's such a horrible omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, i don't understand a single thing about biology and math. Though i should say Miss Cheong is perhaps the best biology teacher ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah i still do not understand a single thing, in smarty 2J with smarty people (quotes samantha huang). So if you think our class is stupid, you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell all that's in my head is like science stupidvestive project, that's seriously boolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw school oh screw school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4255771207591948868?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4255771207591948868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4255771207591948868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4255771207591948868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-heck.html' title='/ school the heck'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-9062846663694395511</id><published>2009-01-15T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:45:47.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ bombarded work</title><content type='html'>Lin lao shi is really mean, failing people for the first graded test of the year 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because he said that, i'm really worried i'll be the one who's failing. So mmm if you don't know what the people who failed scored, it's 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should know is the composition is upon hundred. Any idiotic secondary school pupil will tell you that it's firstly, a fail, and secondly an E8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells you you have failed horribly, cause you're one mark higher than an F9. For an o level student, an F9 is 9 points, and if your L1B5 has 9 point each, that would make you 54 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it can't even get you to a poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i really pray that i don't fail this test, and even if i do, i will learn from my errors and pick up my composition skills from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Gwendolyn Gwendolyn please don't fail me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap i just found out i lost my cny order slip. And that means unless i find it i cannot collect my new year goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darn it it totally sucks. So that girl was correct about life being a vacuum cleaner and it sucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah hilarious girl, but maybe because that phrase was etched into my mind so much, it caused my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i really lose it, it won't be surprising if i get a lashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please bless me that my prayers will work, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-9062846663694395511?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/9062846663694395511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/bombarded-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/9062846663694395511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/9062846663694395511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/bombarded-work.html' title='/ bombarded work'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-4735432319246715202</id><published>2009-01-14T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:05:39.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ sitting at the door</title><content type='html'>Hah i'm like waiting for my parents to come back at the door, using some random laptop i found. Well it's like connected using wireless from the house, and it might shut anytime, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was really fruitful today, had like malay and cme, 'best subjects ever'. Then, went to Rachel's house to study math with Sici and Samantha, and yes we had a hell lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though if you know me well you should know i wasn't really studying, BUT. It's a great achievement, i finished studying number sequence of a book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Gwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i'm so diligent nowadays, so diligent i cannot stand myself. And so i shall end  this post with a note cause i want to watch my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peining for the smint, owe you a sweet lovely! (adopted from tabitha and nienping)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-4735432319246715202?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/4735432319246715202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/sitting-at-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4735432319246715202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/4735432319246715202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/sitting-at-door.html' title='/ sitting at the door'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-8112009464358906497</id><published>2009-01-13T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:25:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ lost</title><content type='html'>I don't know what i'm supposed to do. Like seriously, everything around me seems more like confusion than objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sigh i feel really guilty for not having finished my homework ): I'm sorry. (to whoever i owe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's still giving me the kick, and ushering was really fun, interacting with my prospective juniors etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now all i can say is Guide's cool and join guides :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh i just realised we've got really nice seniors, nicer than the nicest i thought they would be. Yeah we're the coolest and you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art's gonna be tomorrow and i hate wednesday cause there's art and malay, two subjects i'm totally unkeen and uninterested about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw school systems, screw art and malay language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand why we need to learn such superficial stuff, but oh yes guides still rocks. With the bong here and bong there. (inside joke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-8112009464358906497?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/8112009464358906497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/8112009464358906497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/8112009464358906497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='/ lost'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-2211994939766722758</id><published>2009-01-12T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:35:14.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ good times last</title><content type='html'>Today's such a fruitful day, in the sense that the o level results are out, and in the sense that we've made improvements in leaps and bounds this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did the best in the whole of Singapore! So all the way to Sue Hern for doing the whole school proud, and making the teachers know their hard work was worth it. (and giving us a holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The top student this year is Haw Sue Hern from CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls’ School. She scored 10 A1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090112/tap-821-top-o-level-student-comes-chij-s-231650b.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the way St nicks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we're the best school you can find. Like totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whooosh school's giving me kick even though i'm like doing some singapore flyer crap :D Perhaps that's a good omen, given that i've never been enthusiastic at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that the teacher went crazy during math (though she really looks like a total pushover), i shall take it as a wake up call and listen for ALL lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an obedient girl, am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-2211994939766722758?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/2211994939766722758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/2211994939766722758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/2211994939766722758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-times-last.html' title='/ good times last'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-6247950875648730071</id><published>2009-01-11T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:58:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ through it all</title><content type='html'>Finally something to look forward to school about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Finally something to contradict my negative comments to Claire about.&lt;br /&gt;Finally something to make me feel relieved and happy that tomorrow is going to come in hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, finally, finally,&lt;br /&gt;Something to break free from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish everyone around me can stop speculating and just find the truth before doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish everyone around me would just let me do whatever i want without interfering when it has nothing to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish everyone around me would just make their word count and be people of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I wish all in life is less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, life's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-6247950875648730071?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/6247950875648730071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/6247950875648730071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/6247950875648730071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-it-all.html' title='/ through it all'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-2696501399656801666</id><published>2009-01-10T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:01:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ hastle and bassle</title><content type='html'>School's nuts, giving like tons of homework in the first week, and like a composition test in the second week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, school really rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like slogging my guts out trying to get homework done, while on the other hand my friend can practically wash her hands off school and go for high tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about high tea, it's been 2 weeks since i went for a high tea ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh ah sigh export me as pork to europe, i don't really care about my reputation even if i have to stay in the cargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that luggages will be as stake, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahh screw school screw school. And the biggest problem of all is that there's no screwdriver, just like how there's no key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll go and sleep and gear up for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list: Piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-2696501399656801666?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/2696501399656801666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/hastle-and-bassle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/2696501399656801666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/2696501399656801666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/hastle-and-bassle.html' title='/ hastle and bassle'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-6371778573871406829</id><published>2009-01-08T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:39:36.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ through the back door</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm back and you're glad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though peining doubts so, i don't really care do i? she has really bad judgement. But then again, since she misses some teachers she would be a little nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, literature today was really fun, and yay i like the teacher a lot, since she's quite funny and cool and young and interesting and educative (if there is such a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and preparations for cca fair tomorrow are gonna stink me before i go for the frozen angels crap, so I'd better bring some deodorant though my mum says she doesn't have any, since she has no body odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i wouldn't have any since i smell so good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the performance is kind of stupid cause we have to pay $15 to do a graded assignment. So in other words, for people who flop tests and assignments like me, i am paying $15 for 0 marks. And in other words, a chicken egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow's gonna be such an educational day, and i'm proud to be a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-6371778573871406829?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/6371778573871406829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/pushing-through-back-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/6371778573871406829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/6371778573871406829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/pushing-through-back-door.html' title='/ through the back door'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-147433853769385643</id><published>2009-01-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:00:08.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ too much to take</title><content type='html'>It's the second working day of school and i really have tons of stuff in my head i have to do. And theoretically except for chinese and biology, it's considered as the first working day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously friday is barely a school day, cause nothing was done and nothing was known, except for road safety and that our recess will be cut short by 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if friday was so senseless, shouldn't we just start school on 5th january? And i'll be rejoicing that i'm back to school and how fun today was, if that was just the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mhmm, the word's JUST the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's all that's in my head, cause i don't really want to take too much time out to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring protractor/oxford set etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese composition, chinese letter writing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn chenyu phrases.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare 10th lesson of chinese 2A textbook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy 4 single line and 2 medium box exercise book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History chapters 1-3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find info on singapore flyer, print out at least 3 articles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compare writing rubrics with essay provided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collect math holiday homework. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a day and there's so much to do. Mmm i shall underline those that require brains, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring protractor/oxford set etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chinese composition, chinese letter writing test.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learn chenyu phrases.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prepare 10th lesson of chinese 2A textbook.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy 4 single line and 2 medium box exercise book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;History chapters 1-3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Find info on singapore flyer, print out at least 3 articles.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;Compare writing rubrics with essay provided.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collect math holiday homework. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, of nine, eight require brains ): Bring me back to europe pffffft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-147433853769385643?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/147433853769385643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-to-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/147433853769385643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/147433853769385643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-to-take.html' title='/ too much to take'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-7081489181433492772</id><published>2009-01-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:06:54.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ at the beginning</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school with two justice was the fever oh yes it was :D i know that we're gonna be the bestest class ever with the most enthusiastic, fun and entertaining people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i trust that i'll be able to get to know everyone by the end of next week, furthermore with no trust comes no truth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll trust myself, and furthermore i'm so trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think this week is not enough, not enough not enough! School should start on the fifth of january, and we can have a whole full week right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm at home and dreaming of how school on monday will be, how fabulous it would be. WOW this is a really huge achievement right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now i know very well i should actually worry about my piano this Sunday, which i haven't started practising yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes i don't know what made my raise my hand up for math monitor. If i get really pathetic and can be found with many pieces of paper like everywhere you'll know it's math worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YADAYADA i know i can do it okay. I know i know. Maybe, i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-7081489181433492772?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/7081489181433492772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7081489181433492772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/7081489181433492772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-beginning.html' title='/ at the beginning'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-6977623679434940868</id><published>2009-01-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:57:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;31/12/08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that this post shouldn't be too redundant since it's gonna be out of mind in weeks or even days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we should never put the past in front of you, we shouldn't throw it all the way to the back right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cheers to yesterday, the day before and the rest of beautiful 2008. When all that's left are footprints in the sand, photos are a good way to review the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA you thought it was gonna be something philosophical right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286179615695458786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxIWmRwUeI/AAAAAAAAA4E/bbHprOFCqPU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should start slimming down and stop being auntie.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just look at the plastic bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286179612058559538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxIWYuppDI/AAAAAAAAA38/_oWij9uqzKs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahbahbooboo this is specially for peining to save,&lt;br /&gt;and googoogreeeeh i said this cause she might not be that smart to realise right, peining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286179607767318002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxIWIviffI/AAAAAAAAA30/4SDA3w59ZUE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Whenever i hold onto all the words i want to utter, i hear them bursting into seeds.'&lt;br /&gt;Really, really philosophical. Classic phrase of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286226531480297186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxzBdMg3uI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iY0jTwXl0Q8/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm it's your big butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286226531884140834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxzBeszCSI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NxmbcoBpB5M/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep your big butt, your big cigarette butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286226209595585714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyuuFN9LI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qwDOvj9F3m0/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should really cut down on food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286226205115539346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyudZF35I/AAAAAAAAA6M/wzHpckhlLMU/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not peining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286226198957277538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyuGc2QWI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bD5jeHuOUns/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me.&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call a failure picture.&lt;br /&gt;But since we look so pretty, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286225930558014722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyeelehQI/AAAAAAAAA58/e1HERGWjfns/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is what i call unglam picture.&lt;br /&gt;And i have no idea why i'm posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286225927989677410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyeVBIzWI/AAAAAAAAA50/CnlLZ--R46M/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the pink guy.&lt;br /&gt;It hugs people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286225921929530402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyd-cSTCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/3sctkcwikWQ/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's smile is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Okay though he's not really handsome i'm glad for him to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;I sound desperate do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286225570109496210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyJfz2m5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/U019nek_poU/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, peining classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286225561212725394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyI-qsqJI/AAAAAAAAA5c/NM6KZHYQ3zs/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is uh, peining classical much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286225550634397442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxyIXQoLwI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DnD-c4yG4lY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i like this one too. But he's too tall he makes me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;We had to climb like monkeys to get up there you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286224928119593202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxxkINiGPI/AAAAAAAAA5M/o0D4F9OXNKM/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not even half of our body is seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286224928399555746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxxkJQR_KI/AAAAAAAAA5E/26DBzmOVtwQ/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so big i'm so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286224925289588354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxxj9qzpoI/AAAAAAAAA48/zUz2AFRsY3o/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's nice too. It's mouth squirts bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286183495728036450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxL4chm-mI/AAAAAAAAA40/OBTP7Qh6zmc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao Pao classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286183479503181074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxL3gFTVRI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BSv_1-J6PMM/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course i figured the bubble thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286183483037958450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxL3tQDwTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/KAgHXfY891Q/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need to tone my muscles instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home later on with sici was like super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh my gosh i can't wait to go back to school, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;G: Exactly! Life without school is like meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah i hope our new classmates will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;G: They are okay, school rocks whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;S: Exactly, expecially the homework.&lt;br /&gt;G: And tests and graded assignments! I love the challenges so much someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah exactly! And the teachers! Miss Mohana is like the best ever?&lt;br /&gt;G: No kidding. I think the teachers who rock most are like the D&amp;amp;T and Home Econs teachers?&lt;br /&gt;S: HAHAHA MR TAY.&lt;br /&gt;G: Miss gwee and Miss Mohana.&lt;br /&gt;S: Mr Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was 7pm and we realised our show started already. So we ran all the way from the MRT station home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Okay when the MRT door opens faster rush out.&lt;br /&gt;G: Okay one, two, three!&lt;br /&gt;(rushes out, up escalator.)&lt;br /&gt;S: Ahh all your fault see i'm missing the show.&lt;br /&gt;(Sici starts running and Gwen chases after her.)&lt;br /&gt;G: Eh we run later when there's not much people okay, very embarrassing if we meet someone we know.&lt;br /&gt;S: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;(Runs towards traffic light.)&lt;br /&gt;G: Eh actually we won't be able to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah true.&lt;br /&gt;(Still running.)&lt;br /&gt;G: Eh stop running.&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah okay right oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny funny funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we just missed like 10 minutes of the show by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29/12/08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286228520967764098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVx01QnSeII/AAAAAAAAA60/bRci6KVzhuA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286228515600345138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVx008nmKDI/AAAAAAAAA6s/bZ998Pxkxb4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, both shots were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Press already? (we were using timer)&lt;br /&gt;J: Press already.&lt;br /&gt;T: Huh the faster run to the rest!&lt;br /&gt;J: Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;(Runs to the back of the photo)&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-6977623679434940868?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/6977623679434940868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/6977623679434940868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/6977623679434940868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back.html' title='/ looking back'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SVxIWmRwUeI/AAAAAAAAA4E/bbHprOFCqPU/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659650974880450346.post-9136407851998403597</id><published>2009-01-01T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:53:09.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/ when the clock strikes twelve</title><content type='html'>Hello 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through 2008 was a definitely fabulous, awesome and really really pleasing, a blast and flurry of activites, a boost and abundance of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But WHOO 2009 will be a better year for everybody, everyone and all things good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes we will be able to cope with the year ahead, sponge our heads will all the information learnt and squeeze it all out during tests/graded assignments oh yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cca it will be a great start for sec 1 orientation, great momentum and great motivation for tests, logbooks, camp and everything else that comes along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i would like to do now is to thank God and everyone else around me for making 2008 possible, it wouldn't at all have been great without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh time really passes and break's over, so get your books ready and gear up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for 2009, may all wishes and dreams come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659650974880450346-9136407851998403597?l=side-affair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/feeds/9136407851998403597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-clock-strikes-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/9136407851998403597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659650974880450346/posts/default/9136407851998403597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://side-affair.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-clock-strikes-twelve.html' title='/ when the clock strikes twelve'/><author><name>Bobo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18NHNqysQjY/SLvXbJrTFKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/USmSs8nqi9s/S220/%231.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
