<?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-10084813</id><updated>2011-08-13T09:21:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Labyrinth Of Dreams**</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-1526161040162487330</id><published>2009-05-29T04:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:44:36.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo! &gt;.&gt; Surprised to see me here? To tell you the truth, so am I.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never'd thought I'd be back here blogging one year after my previous post in the middle of the night at 4.30am with school starting in like... a few hours T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really now, what's the point of me coming back here again ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... Oh yea, to talk to myself. right I kid. I just had nothing to do so I felt like typing away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mindlessly on my keyboard as my stream of thoughts just keep flowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been reading too much manga nowadays, all them high school love, to the typical action comics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol sorta makes me feel like going back to them high school days and make it something out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never taken my CCAs seriously back in high school. Now if only I did, I might actually not regret it unlike now, and I'm did the same thing again. Here in year 3 of my Poly life, joining CCAs that looked like fun and bam. 3months later, I'm missing in action. Pathetic. Giving excuses like, not enough time, focus on studies first, desperately looking for a gf etc... bleh. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Stop. This is not an essay, no point dragging on and on to hit the silly 300/3000/5000 words quota. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to pressing matters..... then again, there's none. &lt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, there's no point in my post so why is anyone even reading this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurrah, You've survived through what.. 5mins of mindless blanter? Good for you. Now off to bed with you and off to bed with me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s this seriously has no meaning, and yet you're still reading this? tsk tsk tsk, bloghoppers nowadays are really free aren't they. Heh, just keeeeding. I really need to get to bed now with only 5 hours of sleep left. No wonder my eye bags never go away T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-1526161040162487330?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1526161040162487330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=1526161040162487330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1526161040162487330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1526161040162487330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-5369589344107143868</id><published>2008-05-07T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:32.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCKDhK-SbI/AAAAAAAAADs/725jFI3DpqU/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197305763034188210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCKDhK-SbI/AAAAAAAAADs/725jFI3DpqU/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho, Wang Zai Niu Nai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very very favourite milk drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pros: Better than HL,Magnolia,Meiji,Moomoo,Smlj brand out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cons: Too little. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cheers near my area used to have alot of this lil beverage in stock until one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they decided that people didn't like it and removed it (Blasphemy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was devasteted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I emo-ed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I farted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even started having a "negative" outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCKxBK-ScI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZeW3MZLtj-s/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306544718236098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCKxBK-ScI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZeW3MZLtj-s/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literally, Negative. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then alas, when I came back from work today I dropped by cheers hoping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get my 2for1 Green Tea I saw.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZOMGWTFBBQ!!!!11111oneoneoenoneoneone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Wang Zai Niu Nai was baaaack~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became elated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was ecastatic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swooned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went over the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and farted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even had a staring competition with my milk. Don't believe me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCLWRK-SdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8rrqRUhqkwY/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307184668363218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCLWRK-SdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8rrqRUhqkwY/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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;/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;/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;/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;Okay, You can stop laughing now. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else, I'll jitao slap si ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tootles~!&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/10084813-5369589344107143868?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5369589344107143868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=5369589344107143868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/5369589344107143868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/5369589344107143868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoho-wang-zai-niu-nai-my-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/SCCKDhK-SbI/AAAAAAAAADs/725jFI3DpqU/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-3280902684123081353</id><published>2008-03-01T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R8hPqKNeFYI/AAAAAAAAADk/cCUXJ8nygZo/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas+DET.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172471757748966786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R8hPqKNeFYI/AAAAAAAAADk/cCUXJ8nygZo/s320/Merry+Christmas+DET.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things people can come up with at 2.30am in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas DET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-3280902684123081353?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3280902684123081353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=3280902684123081353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/3280902684123081353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/3280902684123081353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R8hPqKNeFYI/AAAAAAAAADk/cCUXJ8nygZo/s72-c/Merry+Christmas+DET.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-1388358939919132582</id><published>2008-02-26T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:35:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th Post. Whoo weeet~ Pop Jule's Champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz. Right to commemorate the 100th post I'm gonna post about the&lt;br /&gt; Top 10 silliest things that happened to me (or at least those I remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting mistaken as a Girl every single time -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Leaning on the MRT's glass pane and the Indian guy on the other side farted right into my face. (Case 2: I was standing next to this Bangladesh Guy and guess what? He farted right into my hand. Arsehole. -.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Typing a whole lot of crap to someone on MSN only to realize I was talking to the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went all the way to Seng Kang to spend $800 on a Wii just because the seller who promised to sell me the Wii suddenly said she didn't want to sell it anymore. Then after I bought it. She wanted to sell it again.  ~d(-.-")b~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spent almost an hour somewhere just to catch a glimpse of the girl I have a crush on. Hoo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Applied for a job only to be told that it was full. Half a year later, the same wanted poster was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting an UBER funky haircut just cause i told the hairdresser. "You choose for me bah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting mistaken as a fat girl who doesn't wear a bra to school by others. Oh Lord.. Why Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Answered a phone survey. Got invited to a Lucky Draw. Didn't attend. I won (whoopeedoo!).... yet I told them that I didn't want the prize. Wtheck was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gulped down Red Wine like a glass of Ribena only to end up going home to take a dump. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-1388358939919132582?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1388358939919132582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=1388358939919132582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1388358939919132582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1388358939919132582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-3339394751187348008</id><published>2008-01-16T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hooo, finally had my virgin Botak Jones experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad I must say, not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn Good Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn Good Price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abit Out-Of-The-Way though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lulz, let the pics do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't Drool Okay? Later my tagboard become wet wet. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R43-5m6UN7I/AAAAAAAAADU/TpdxJmXfYTo/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156057414060226482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R43-5m6UN7I/AAAAAAAAADU/TpdxJmXfYTo/s320/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Botak Burger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I already consumed 80% of my fries before I remembered to take the photo. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R43_R26UN8I/AAAAAAAAADc/uE_hrg0A3Vw/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156057830672054210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R43_R26UN8I/AAAAAAAAADc/uE_hrg0A3Vw/s320/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cajun Chicken!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Yep, it wasn't only me who devoured the fries first. &gt;.&gt; Bo pian all hungry what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, the best way to end a hectic day that lasted all the way till night. xD&lt;br /&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/10084813-3339394751187348008?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3339394751187348008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=3339394751187348008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/3339394751187348008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/3339394751187348008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/hooo-finally-had-my-virgin-botak-jones.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R43-5m6UN7I/AAAAAAAAADU/TpdxJmXfYTo/s72-c/DSC00636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-7280201250324604771</id><published>2008-01-02T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:34.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HoHoHo. Finally, the year 2008. Tres Bien. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... this year's tagline. Usher in the New Year. Be Bold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150863522994075554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R3uLFW6UN6I/AAAAAAAAADM/SY2IUMeiw9E/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaa, surprised? So am I. The crazy things the new year makes you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-7280201250324604771?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7280201250324604771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=7280201250324604771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/7280201250324604771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/7280201250324604771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/R3uLFW6UN6I/AAAAAAAAADM/SY2IUMeiw9E/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-4103420116606435957</id><published>2007-12-08T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:50:13.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You’re in my armsAnd all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We’re so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jon Mclaughlin&lt;br /&gt;-So Close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my lazy butt down to the nearby cinema to catch "Enchanted". One guy, catching a disney romance/comedy movie by himself, Sad right? Too bad, it was a on the spur kind of moment. Nobody could ave made it. Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was totally ohmygee! It's like uber gnarly can. Romance at it's best. The overflowing sweetness and innocence from the movie just plastered a big smile over my big face unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the best part of the movie I oh-so-loved. The scene where the two main characters danced together, with the above song playing in the background. Where they only see each other in their eyes. Then when the song approaches the end... the male lead closes in, and sings into her ear. Oh my god, if I was a girl and someone did this to me I'd have melted like butter on a hot frying pan. As a sucker for romance, this single scene ups the rating for this movie from "Cool" to "Woo-hoo!". Seriously, catch this movie with a special someone before the cinemas stop screening it. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, couples might learn how to appreciate each other and love each other more.. with true love's kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-4103420116606435957?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4103420116606435957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=4103420116606435957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/4103420116606435957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/4103420116606435957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-in-my-armsand-all-world-is-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-254464779209487864</id><published>2007-10-29T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:52:41.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm.. just came back from one of my good friend's birthday chalet and well. It sorta is.. a unique experience to see people sleeping so much xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being there for a few days just got me thinking that love is really IN the air isn't it? Seeing as how many people around me are just falling one by one to the infectious diesease called love. Yet, single guys like me who's never been in a single relationship for the whole of our lives sorta makes it seem kinda sad doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, people out there who's experienced failed relationships are bound to go saying that sometimes it's better to not experience a failed relationship than to experience one. Saves you the depression that comes from sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the joy of actually being in a relationship is priceless. Furthermore, it's during this period when romance hits full bloom. You see, in an adult relationship it's basically the same routine. Movie, Dinner in a restaurant, Night life than on to the "stuff". However, in a teenage romance it's alot more. All the sweet talks, bursting of phone bills, saving up sms sent by your partner just because it seemed so sweet even though it looks like an ordinary message to other people. The snuggling together, and warmth experienced by both parties is oh-so-sweet to hear. Not to mention that if it doesn't work out it does give you a bit of experience on dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. man I sorta sound like I'm not making any sense right? Oh well, I'm just thinking about how much stuff i'm going to miss if I stay the way I am all the way till I become an adult. How I will never experience the feeling of trust, nervousness and whatever people feel when they are attached at such a young age. Though.. as much as I talk about all this, I guess it's my fault that I always feel insecure. Not confident enough to handle something as big as a relationship. And how it would change things if I actually had the courage to confess to my first love.  Oh well, let's just see how things go in the future. Who knows? I might actually get hitched, or worse turn gay &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-254464779209487864?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/254464779209487864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=254464779209487864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/254464779209487864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/254464779209487864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-5327603799537734019</id><published>2007-08-10T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:16:24.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. Man, when was the last time I did my last post... pfft forget it. Lazy to go check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I like feel good movies. Ahaha, Yea I actually like romance, comedy and lifechanging kind of movies. &gt;.&gt; yes, they make me feel good one way or the other. Unlike horror movies. Heh, caught Secret twice and it still made me feel good. Even caught Rush Hour 3 today, funny but not those kind of "Classic" kind of funny. Lucky I didn't pay for the tickets. Movie vouchers rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Anyways, I'm really bored these few days, lost the drive to actually do anything serious. Just feel like lieing down under a tree with the breeze and a good guitar melody in the background. Ahaha, dang, if only I paid attention during guitar classes. Seriously, having a song like Jason Mraz's I'm yours playing at the background gives one a.. how do I say it.. feel good feel. &gt;.&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was lazy to blog, but I bloghop. Yep, and geez, people are all so stressed up over almost anything; and here I am hardly stressed up about anything. Guess being carefree really is a good thing huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, I doubt anyone would read this post but hey, Just had the urge to blog something out so I guess I did. Guess all this went through my head while I blog. Stream of thoughts (yep literature &gt;.&gt;). Wow... I sure can change topics real easily &gt;.&gt; even in my head I'm jumping everywhere. (Not literally please.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-5327603799537734019?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5327603799537734019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=5327603799537734019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/5327603799537734019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/5327603799537734019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-91458213112775408</id><published>2007-07-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:08:52.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background: white;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you in your past life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;You were ... &lt;b&gt;a prostitute.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="15"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFFF;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_176.html"&gt;'What were you in your past life?'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;at&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? O.o How the hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-91458213112775408?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/91458213112775408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=91458213112775408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/91458213112775408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/91458213112775408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-were-you-in-your-past-life-you.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-8847261946905176043</id><published>2007-06-10T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RmuB0mcdxKI/AAAAAAAAACk/IYOZ7JRNvNg/s1600-h/Gatsby..+LOL!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RmuB0mcdxKI/AAAAAAAAACk/IYOZ7JRNvNg/s320/Gatsby..+LOL!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074292145836115106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold.. the new craze to hit town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Wax. Gatsby Moving Rubber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-8847261946905176043?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8847261946905176043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=8847261946905176043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/8847261946905176043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/8847261946905176043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/06/behold.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RmuB0mcdxKI/AAAAAAAAACk/IYOZ7JRNvNg/s72-c/Gatsby..+LOL!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-3465272917562501115</id><published>2007-06-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:22:05.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt;, You should be a Psychology major!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Psychology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mathematics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Journalism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Theater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Linguistics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Anthropology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Engineering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='25' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Chemistry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=17550'&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I always knew I had what it takes to be a psychologist. Just that... I didn't make the L1R4 cut. saaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't post anything lately because.. I never had the time? Nonono.. it's more like.. I never have anything nice to post. Always visitng other people's blogs yet when it comes to my own.. Meh nothing to type. Bah. Oh oh oh.. dance has been uber leet these few weeks. Ballroom has gotten alot more difficult, having to learn Chacha and rhumba within 1month +... whaaa siao liao la. JMD's hiphop.. well nothing much but we did learn more traditional dances. Kendo also.... whaaa Grading is soon man. Lol but as usual... No stress, not until the day itself. Meh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. School's been hectic. With maya, C++, maths.. the truck has just arrived and dumbed a truckload of birdpoop on us.&lt;br /&gt;But soon.. soon will be our 2 weeks holidays!! No work, because.. alamak how you get pay for 2 weeks. birdpoop nobody would even hire me. Furthermore I'm just plain lazy to work at night while having school in the morn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo just a fleeting thought... I feel like changing the blogskin leh.. but can't find a suitable one.. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-3465272917562501115?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3465272917562501115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=3465272917562501115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/3465272917562501115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/3465272917562501115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-scored-as-psychology-you-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-7570016168225350521</id><published>2007-05-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:46:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning. Random-ness To Be Expected From The Following Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.... here I am blogging right after I gave up trying to find answers to rip off for my 4 page report on computers.. rrigght.. what a way to unwind. Heck.I don't even know if that sentence made any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. a little update on my life. Heh, seems like half of group 5 and group 6 can mix REAALLLYY well..and yes. the Cursed Nick, Teddy just happens to follow me to school ever since secondary days. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 CCAs. Gawd unexpectedly all 3 requires alot of movement of my poor legs. Kendo and the sliding footwork (My blister even exploded during kendo. Woaaah blood spilled in the dojo, First Blood siarhs.) Sakuran &amp; Ballroom which requires me to dance. J-hiphop and the ballroom dancing. Seriously.. even if i abandon the working out in NYP's gym plan.. I'll still lose weight.. Woaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work still remains the same. A single module with assignments and projects which can kill. Not naming names though les some lecturer happens to pop in and read this.. what? It might happen you know. Since I'm in a computer-ish course and all..&lt;br /&gt;Missed the Clique 19 outing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, missed ECP cuz of my CCAs but to miss Fish And Co.. Why oh why~ Lol. Every single time I try to get the peeps to spoil themselves abit with DECENT food. They brush me off and head on to fast foods instead. Yet the one time when I didn't turn up. They went to a DECENT place. Dang namit. Hm.. means if project get-fit works out. I'd give them an uber surprise the next time they see me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. enough of random-ness. My brain's seriously in a mess right now, so.. yea gonna just leave you all hanging here with an abrupt ending. Hohoho~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-7570016168225350521?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7570016168225350521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=7570016168225350521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/7570016168225350521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/7570016168225350521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/05/warning.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-1223448696529963161</id><published>2007-04-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:52:27.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.. mao ended up joining Sakuran Japanese Cultural Club, Kendo and went for Ballroom Dancing Auditions. Heh talk about a hectic triple threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First for Sakuran.. didn't really do much.. cuz i'm like always leaving early for some other reason.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Kendo was.. blister-ish. Everything was fine. except for the blisters that grow on one's sole after practice. Damn those blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ballroom was.. just wow. Did the salsa, and apparently.. t'was uber cool mans. =X Then now hoping to get in.. though I think chances will be low.. ah heck it. Maybe i'll tackle it again once I lose a hell of a weight. &gt;.&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I know I've been saying this for quite a while yet I never really got about to doing it. I'm going to really work out this time. In my school's gym that is. Heh, time to lose all that binge fats that i worked so hard for during my younger years. Let's just put our hands together and pray that I don't get sidetracked again yea? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-1223448696529963161?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1223448696529963161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=1223448696529963161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1223448696529963161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1223448696529963161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-4627700948045770563</id><published>2007-04-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RiosE_DnSII/AAAAAAAAACc/pNq87II2Iko/s1600-h/Maya+Plane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RiosE_DnSII/AAAAAAAAACc/pNq87II2Iko/s320/Maya+Plane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055901995834493058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. The plane which i so painstakingly made using Maya during class. Not as good as what people see in games but heck.. it gives me a sense of satisfaction. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is what happened in a conversation with Kaii and hend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Henderik    NDU CDO     says:&lt;br /&gt;LOSE LIAO THEN RUN AWAY&lt;br /&gt;   Henderik    NDU CDO     says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;WAD SIA&lt;br /&gt;   Henderik    NDU CDO     says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN U STAY&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;I COME BACK&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;TOK&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;i might not be back&lt;br /&gt;   k a i i ★ un   rea     | i   sti    c___`and in the fallinq raiin    . says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-4627700948045770563?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4627700948045770563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=4627700948045770563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/4627700948045770563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/4627700948045770563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RiosE_DnSII/AAAAAAAAACc/pNq87II2Iko/s72-c/Maya+Plane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-6553342133670374031</id><published>2007-04-19T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:50:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh. So like... school has begun, and thank gawd it's not as boring as some people claim their courses to be in other schools. (Though.. maths still is boring... no matter Poly, or Secondary school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, some people are complaining how un-enthu, or sian, or anti-social their classes are. I beg to differ, since my classmates are well pretty sociable with each other. Maybe it's cause we have some of the same hobbies. Heh, pretty interesting bunch too. BUTS i'm not gonna elaborate much on what kinda classmates I have. Thats for me to know and for you to find out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished off with the CCA pscyho session few hours ago.. gawd to think i'ma get interested in dance, kendo &amp; archery. Lol still.. I ended up with some japanese cultural club in school. Typical me. There was even a jam &amp;amp; hop session at night after school. Basikelly, it's just a clubbing kinda event where everyone gyrates their bodies together... mix in 2 performances from a live band and some volunteer dancers.. yea thats how the event goes. Meh, Don't think i'm cut out for these. Come on laaa, I'm too paiseh to be gyrating myself against someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, well... facing the computer/laptop everyday in school for most tutorials &amp; lectures. Geez, fraid my vision's going to get bad again. =/ And well.. with a pretty slack timetable, compared to those business or simi other courses students, i'm fine with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.... as much as I do not want to end this lengthy post... I really have nothing else to say.. what, Orientation camp? Forget it. It's been too long. Therefore.. I guess this is the end of my re-introduction of my life post. Ja neh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Damn sad thing is, I don't get the chance to watch my doramas or anime no more. Too busy with games and social life. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-6553342133670374031?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6553342133670374031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=6553342133670374031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/6553342133670374031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/6553342133670374031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/04/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-8941213538578336687</id><published>2007-04-02T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:19:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Dorama Rave Mode ON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd lord. Whenever someone says a show is touching. It's not as touchin as this drama. 1 Litre Of Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if one day you realize that an incurable disease has chosen you. That you yourself know in the future you would be unable to walk, talk or even eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what this drama is about. A girl who suffers from this disease and realizes the importance of life. And how even though she faces the ugly society, She still puts on an optimistic smile and braves through it all till the day she falls into a neverending slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show slowly tears down your emotional barrier through each heartwrenching episode. By the time it ends. You've already cried 1 litre of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the music is awesome. I've been looping it for 3 days nonstop and it still makes one emotional. I say, CATCH IT NOW. If this ain't enough to persuade you. Then read this, &lt;a href="http://animedesho.animeblogger.net/?p=2333"&gt;http://animedesho.animeblogger.net/?p=2333&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-8941213538578336687?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8941213538578336687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=8941213538578336687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/8941213538578336687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/8941213538578336687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/04/dorama-rave-mode-on-gd-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-2136280832423619726</id><published>2007-03-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thus, It Is Proven. That Girls Are Evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RgC4l6XiajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nq8Pz9p-WDw/s1600-h/21971181aw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044234544117606962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RgC4l6XiajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nq8Pz9p-WDw/s320/21971181aw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-2136280832423619726?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2136280832423619726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=2136280832423619726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/2136280832423619726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/2136280832423619726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/thus-it-is-proven.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RgC4l6XiajI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Nq8Pz9p-WDw/s72-c/21971181aw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-8348245190332044174</id><published>2007-03-11T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:50:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Schoolgirl Versus Meido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw5PvCB8t5s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw5PvCB8t5s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Now I Know why some people are so crazy over wrestling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-8348245190332044174?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8348245190332044174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=8348245190332044174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/8348245190332044174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/8348245190332044174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/schoolgirl-versus-meido.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-499085133412963508</id><published>2007-03-07T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:17:21.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aight. It's 1:07am and here I am posting. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, that was so random. Anyhoo, JAE Posting results were released and I got into....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Entertaintment Technology, C70, Nanyang Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COP: 18 for the year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely got in I guess. With 19 points, -2 for CCA thus ending up with 17. (Who'd have thought choir would actually help me get into this course. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted to my 2nd choice, so.. yea guess it's alright. Failed my 1st choice by 1point though. Damn &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like ya. We're already in March, soon I'll be in poly, living a new life, meeting new friends and hopefully get hooked. XD Hah. Not that I'm despo or anything, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rotting all these time, sometimes I don't even know how I survived this long. The excruciating boredom can seriously KILL. Ask me what I did yesterday, and I'll reply you with a "I forgot." It's almost as if I spent my holidays in a daze. Geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I do remember a few things. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished clearing my stock of things to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eureka 7&lt;br /&gt;2) NBC's Heroes (The VERY first English TV serial that I actually became interested in. Kind of proves how AMAZING this show is. Now go catch it, don't waste your precious youth.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Taiyo No Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon-ing all these actually took 3-4 days non-stop. I tell you, always watching things on the digital screen and still able to maintain a perfect eyesight. Something must be wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just for fun I'm ending this post just like that. END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-499085133412963508?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/499085133412963508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=499085133412963508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/499085133412963508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/499085133412963508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/aight.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-7491461794873966161</id><published>2007-02-15T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:36.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo~~~ So... to make things more convenient for the rest who've been asking what courses i chose in my JAE.. here's a Screenie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNAX1Xj0KI/AAAAAAAAABU/RVlngESW8j8/s1600-h/My+Choices.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNAX1Xj0KI/AAAAAAAAABU/RVlngESW8j8/s320/My+Choices.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031435986910040226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I'm pretty much lazy to post about my life cept that... I Spent Valentine's Day with 12 Other people XD XD XD. LaWl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some pictures of what I've been busy doing in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNA01Xj0LI/AAAAAAAAABc/5avv257Jua8/s1600-h/capture_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNA01Xj0LI/AAAAAAAAABc/5avv257Jua8/s320/capture_00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031436485126246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNA71Xj0MI/AAAAAAAAABk/mpXxkMmDfVA/s1600-h/capture_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNA71Xj0MI/AAAAAAAAABk/mpXxkMmDfVA/s320/capture_00003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031436605385330882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNBilXj0NI/AAAAAAAAABs/AJNtmEkRrH8/s1600-h/capture_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNBilXj0NI/AAAAAAAAABs/AJNtmEkRrH8/s320/capture_00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031437271105261778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNBv1Xj0OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yjuszDmv_Sw/s1600-h/capture_00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNBv1Xj0OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yjuszDmv_Sw/s320/capture_00005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031437498738528482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yeps. Pretty Much amazing how games now-a-days can be sooooo cOoooL. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-7491461794873966161?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7491461794873966161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=7491461794873966161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/7491461794873966161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/7491461794873966161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/whoo-so.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RdNAX1Xj0KI/AAAAAAAAABU/RVlngESW8j8/s72-c/My+Choices.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-1539111327817018282</id><published>2007-02-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:36.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/Rcs9vFXj0JI/AAAAAAAAABI/66RCQMx9_RM/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029181287993430162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/Rcs9vFXj0JI/AAAAAAAAABI/66RCQMx9_RM/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEEE SEEE SEEE!!! I TOLD YOU I HAD PERFECT EYESIGHT! LAWL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-1539111327817018282?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1539111327817018282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=1539111327817018282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1539111327817018282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/1539111327817018282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/seee-seee-seee-i-told-you-i-had-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/Rcs9vFXj0JI/AAAAAAAAABI/66RCQMx9_RM/s72-c/DSC00417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-2747361236567683151</id><published>2007-02-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:37.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man.. as usual... I really have nothing to post about so... I'll let my pictures do the talking. Yep yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RcHTKx-bhjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fiULETM143I/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RcHTKx-bhjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fiULETM143I/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026530841289524786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah... my very FIRST CPF slip. And I din't even know that I had CPF in the first place. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RcHTjR-bhkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54xj5mqC4lE/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RcHTjR-bhkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54xj5mqC4lE/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026531262196319810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My VERY first pay slip. hohoho... don't expect a treat from me though.. since this was like a month's ago's pay slip. I feel.... like an adult now..and that's not a good thing. Cause it means NS is creeping up on me bit by bit. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh-neee-waaays. Had Jap lessons yesterday, it was quite intresting, hoho and bugging sarah-chan and ahyumi-chan during lesson time was teh win. XD XD. When we went there to pay the fees. I paid by NETS, Yumi paid by CASH. Xinyi paid by Cheque and last but not least rahrah paid using COINS!!! 212 one-dollar coins and 1 fifty cent coins. Imagine the cashier's face when she sees the coin bag that sarah took out. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid, sarah actually paid using.... what did she use to pay again? ah Nermind. Not as if the world would end if I don't remember. Rights rights.... Mao wants to go KL during March. XD XD Pre-Poly shopping. Anyone up for grabs? &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-2747361236567683151?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2747361236567683151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=2747361236567683151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/2747361236567683151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/2747361236567683151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/man.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RcHTKx-bhjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fiULETM143I/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-663954183647928677</id><published>2006-12-21T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:38.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meh, so here I am blogging again. Been working these past few weeks laaa and coming home late. sooo Lazy to upload pics which I'm gonna post. Anyways, working at coffee club ah... everyday's a new experience because you see different people everyday. XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From pretty people, to fugly ones.... AND to super HIGH ones. Geez, high...there's this guy who looks 40+ years old always walking in and shouting "Hi Friends!" even forced a handshake outta me. (P.S I just realized today that he was the MOS Deejay no wonder so high -.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh aaaand, Mao spilled a drink on a customer yesterday. &gt;_&lt; thank gawd the customer didn't kick up a fuss or anything. I kept on apologizing laaaa. My supervisor didn't scold me though... made me feel so guilty...that I resigned the next day. Not. Meh. Must be the chicken soaked in wine which i had. made me drunk XD as if.  Anyways, the good thing about working there is.. you get to bring home the deeelicious cakes there, and apparently the other staff were sick of the cakes, so MORE for mao.... and his family lawl. No I ain't eating them all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango Mousse And Strawberry Shortcake. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYCjYpUzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rYgz97qnO1E/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYCjYpUzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rYgz97qnO1E/s320/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010843967540515634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackforest cake. Yep Yep All For $5.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYYDYpU0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GTMzGr57EZM/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYYDYpU0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GTMzGr57EZM/s320/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010844336907703106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it... Oh and one more thing...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYsDYpU1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JD3gKxzvIu4/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYsDYpU1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JD3gKxzvIu4/s320/DSC00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010844680505086802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maomao's Got A New Toy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more pics laa, but I'm soo lazy to upload it. So this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-663954183647928677?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/663954183647928677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=663954183647928677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/663954183647928677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/663954183647928677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/meh-so-here-i-am-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jpgyUFJkbf0/RYoYCjYpUzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rYgz97qnO1E/s72-c/DSC00218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10084813.post-6496416542077771672</id><published>2006-12-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:54:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing I like about watching dramas, either anime ones or shows with real actors in it, is that, when you watch them, it gets touching and makes you tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know guys hardly get this experience, maybe thats why sometimes it's better to be a girl eh? Cause, when you cry, you actually release the stress you build up in your body and after every time you tear. You would feel refreshed. Don't you think so too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lately... the clique hasn't been so close. Fading slowly and slowly. Even if nobody's noticing it, I am. So... please don't feel that you are detached from us, because everybody's detaching themselves from one another. Thats how life is. Way back in my parent's generation. The system has always been like this, graduate, move on in life and slowly fade away from your tightest knit group of friends. Soon.. I myself will be busy with work and I might be like the rest. But the thing is.. to actually know that it's happening right infront of you but not being able to do anything.. is the hardest and most torturous thing. God, here I am typing this and listening to a sad song and I'm already tearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back then, we'd always hang out in class after everyone has left trying to make our class reaal clean and look good. Why? Because we like our class.  Back then in secondary one. Even though I'm always seen around the 1B and 2B guy group... I was never close to them... my deepest darkest secrets were known by me and only me. And, I didn't really have a best friend to share my weal and woes with. Now... things have changed, my current group of friends are really nice, though kpo abit but still good. And now, it's already the end of our sec school life and goodbyes are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hate myself for not being able to do anything... even though I tell myself I know what to do.. but when it comes the time.. I'm just stuck there not being able to do anything. Even at home, my parents are apart from each other now. Yet as the eldest son... I'm not able to do ANYTHING at all.  Anyways... enough of my family life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we may going to be apart from each other and not going to be able to hang out like how we used to be. The memories we had, both bad or good. I'm never gonna forget them. Because no matter how many people there is in this world. I'm never going to meet someone like you ever again. I may be a hypocrite, a bad guy and you might even hate me. But... I still treasure our time together, because... you were the first one who treated me as a good friend the first person to ever share secrets with me...  no matter where you might be.. even at the furthest end of Earth, and that we might really never meet again. Even if you might have forgotten what we ever did.... I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have thought that the packet of tissues I got today... will actually be opened and used. Oh and... don't cry. Since this isn't the last goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-6496416542077771672?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6496416542077771672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=6496416542077771672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/6496416542077771672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/6496416542077771672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/thing-i-like-about-watching-dramas.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-5341900896166863228</id><published>2006-12-06T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:48:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Righhhtayee, Back from my trip to Kyoto......meh as if. At this point in time, even if i blog i guess it'll be long before anybody reads it right? Since most readers have either gone overseas or are busy with their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, O's are over, School's Over and So is the soccer season... i think. Since i don't really watch much soccer. Anyways this is just a random entry i typed while chowing down on instant Myojo noodles....so i won't lose my mojo. (Right..... no link X_X) Guess this year's holidays.. might be the most eventful since my 4 years in high school. The last 3 years i've been rotting at home during hols. This year, i have a bunch of trusty friends who actually follow me out JUST to see my workplace... haha. Least i've got some company, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... on to today's None of anybody's business post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ways to see that you've been spending too much time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1st. Whenever something funny happens, you go LOL or l0l or LAWL or l4w1 instead of just really laughing. Likewise, something shocking happens u just go ~d(-..-")b~ wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd You actually get worked up over something thats been said on MSN, or you believe whatever your chat partner says on msn like.... (Nasemo: Tomorrow wear red arh, i also wearing.) (Mao: Okay lor.) and Mao proceeds to wear red tomorrow when it's the (RED) campaign day aka Aids Day when Nasemo was wearing black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd You'll always be logged in to msn even when your asleep, hoping that someone would nudge you tomorrow at 6.30am to be just in time for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th When you're leaving your group of friends to go home, you just say "I gtg, bb" and you just dissapear leaving your friends with a flabbergasted face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th This is for maple-people only. Instead of showing real emotions on your face, you just say out the hotkeys for the emoticons in maple. Like (hahahaha, F5.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Your life revolves around MSN, when nobody's online to chat to you, you'll just get bored and start instant messaging anyone in your contact list to tell them you'r bored. EVEN though you have a phone to call someone up and talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th You start falling in love with someone over the web whom you've NEVER seen or talk to in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th You start crying, whining, moaning and swearing when you cannot log on to the internet or msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th You are able to remember everything you read online, but fail to remember what your History teacher just told you a few mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th You think sitting at home infront of the pc screen typing away is more fun then actually being outside playing or playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tis the end of my puny wuny little post.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/10084813-5341900896166863228?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5341900896166863228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=5341900896166863228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/5341900896166863228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/5341900896166863228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/righhhtayee-back-from-my-trip-to-kyoto.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-115253972525449895</id><published>2006-07-10T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:55:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finnaly, our 1 month reach le. Me, and the time since i last updated. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup finnaly over la. And Italy won. Wooooo. Anyways, soccer's still not my thing. Alas, the screaming ah peks downstairs can quieten down abit. No more "GOALS!!" for awhile..... THEN, comes another EPL. Stupid right. Guess the nightmare won't be stopping anytime soon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-115253972525449895?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115253972525449895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=115253972525449895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/115253972525449895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/115253972525449895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/finnaly-our-1-month-reach-le.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114987225063010663</id><published>2006-06-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:57:31.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from the Clique's BBQ. Was quite nice la. First time I see so much food and so many people crowding around the pit. Hah, tell you ah. The way we cover the pit from the rain.... is like woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ningsiiii la, bought so much food. Haha, even with our two black holes, Vince and Jules. Also cannot finish. I even "da bao" back 7 packets of nasi lemak and 1 bottle of green tea. 7 leh! Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow's breakfast, lunch and dinner settle liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually arrived there early, me, hend, nas and ning. Reach there wanted to start fire first. Bah, then found out we don't have lighter or matchstick or anything. HAHA. then we slacked till the others came lo. When they came, and the fire started. Everyone was crowding around the pit la. Cooked, ate and made merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing hor, in the middle of the BBQ. I told Jessie something totally unbelievable, and she actually believed and freaked out. Next time cannot actually make such jokes with her siarhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bbq, packed up and left lo. Hah, who would've guessed. That when i reached home. I couldn't locate my phone. Bah, means my phone is lost, gone, MIA. Ah well. My luck cannot get any worse than this I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114987225063010663?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114987225063010663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114987225063010663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114987225063010663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114987225063010663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-came-back-from-cliques-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114874466348805635</id><published>2006-05-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:45:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST. *Warning* Continue reading at your own risk. (Bet this makes you wanna read even more right? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life Revolves around 19 people. Friends or peers some might call them. Seriously, Never in my whole life would I have imagined that my closest group of friends would consist of people with totally opposite personalities. (I Guess.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there's this Bubbly,lame and totally un-teacher-like teacher. =X&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the proposal queen. You think thinking ahead would be like planning for 3-4months down the road.Hah. This person here can make a proposal for the next year!.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's one of the blur twins. Yup. Soft-spoken and yep nice to tease. Submissive too lOl. Oh and here's one area where she's like her twin. She loves books and studying &amp; DAYDREAMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a guy who is always in the corner of a discussion all quiet and listening and when the time is right during a conversation he'll shoot me. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the beng look-a-like who USED to be a casanova then turned into a devoted person. A-m-A-z-I-n-G right? totally unlike his appearance. Guess you can't judge a book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then arrives the bubbly, fun &amp; egoistical girl (haha, i'm so gonna get blasted for this). Loves filming videos for the group. Calls herself the director of most of the films for the "Spastic-ness" Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line are my 2 daughters. Both tall (taller than me T_T) both crap-a-lot and are in volleyball. One's fair, one's tanned. One's not naive another one's very naive. Opposite I tell you. Oh but one thing's the same. Both are l-a-z-y. :P =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is the guy who always craps and always act gay-ish. Ladykiller siarhs. Uh hurh followed by another girl who's the second blur twin who has the same birthday as the one before. Loves to argue I tell you and full-fleged feminist. HAHA. Oh and she likes to build mansions in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the next person. Hah loves music like a kid loves to suck his thumb. (Bad example, I know.)Oh Oh Oh and she draws wicked pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep then is BEANbeanS. The girl who likes to play with her hair, act cute and sometimes act as though she's a zombie. Eh, maybe she got dual personality sia.Hah then another act cute queen comes along. Likes to sing but ask her go Karaoke, she "high" like never "high" like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh hurh. Then the guy who influenced me on laming. Body very warm and.. USED to be bald. now hair grow back le. Dang i liked his oh-so-bald head. haha. Yep. Next is Haha. Always got food one siarhs, share with me somemore. I Like! &gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after her is the person who came from the same class as me during primary school. Quiet, petite. But sure can be funky when she wants to. "Late by 4 years somemore" :D then comes the infamous nasist. SHE thought sadistic was a word she thought up. She cut a hole in the front part of her socks. She's oh-so-funny and a L to the A to the M-er. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, then is the Ironman of the group. I tell you he's fast. I punch him, no reaction. He swallows the ice cream whole. He says not cold. He has the energy and stamina and dang is he strong. however despite all that, he's a pretty nice guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo lastly is the PAPAYA king. We always have "creative" discussions. HAHA finnaly, another chatty partner. THIS TIME doesn't argue as much as the Pau Princess. HAHA. Vegetable Lover. Anything also eat and has a stomach as large as the univers. I tell you even I also cannot eat more than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Post right? yep. Typed this post in 40 mins. And basically this sums up the people that my life consists of. (Including my family also la, duh) Unique right, our group. All of them are amazing in their own way. Thats what makes them special. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Don't expect me to go mushy on you in real life. Very difficult. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114874466348805635?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114874466348805635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114874466348805635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114874466348805635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114874466348805635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-gonna-be-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114847833610322815</id><published>2006-05-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:45:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And here I am once again to blog. Pff, people lo. Constantly hounding me to blog. Don't blog still must pay $5 lol. Rights. Finished mid-yr exams and now Chinese O levels is just round the corner laaa. Birdshiet, then after the Chinese Os still got Meet the parents session after that. Mine's at 5 some more. Ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-years did pretty badly la. Wasn't really studying like 100%. gave only my 60%. Mostly maths. =/ still failed wth. Ah well. No use brooding right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, this whole week is mock papers for chinese. 1 whole week of the most detestable subject ever.The horror!! Then to top it off, Going through the papers after school. This is sooo adding up to my dislike for the chinese subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today after school went to J8 to watch movie. Like, wanted to watch at GV then since Nas And Ning. (N&amp;N) wanted to go to J8 so we like went there too lo. Watched da movie and went home. (No movie discriptions or whatsoever to prevent spoiling movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, people always fall sick during the periods close to exam. Ah well, get well soon Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and one more thing before I end this post. I Got Retro Hair. LOL. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114847833610322815?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114847833610322815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114847833610322815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114847833610322815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114847833610322815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-here-i-am-once-again-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114632180049941676</id><published>2006-04-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:43:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm BAAACK!!!! From Zhen's house. lol. Was Xinyi's birthday on thursday, but due to circumstances we held his party only just Yesterday. Was a blast la. Even though was late, missed out some of the fun and not everyone was there, but... It still was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to reach zhenny's hse at 5 then due to SOMEONE i went there even later. then was raining la. dumb. anyways, still jumped into the pool even though was raining. Haha, shud ave gotten a group pool shot laaa. Wasted! anyways, we ordered 4 BOXES of canadian pizza. They scam us sia. Was like Supposed to have 3 boxes + 3 boxes free. then we only got like 4 boxes. ah well. Only had 2 slice but somehow was quite filling. Haha, Maybe my appetite is becoming smaller. Thats good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we swam and swam till like 9+ lo, then bathed and went for dinner or supper i guess. On the way there, we saw ghosts!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2821%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2821%29.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one on the right side is a headless SAM. At least the was what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, woke up, spent the whole day doing naught i guess. But Had a short swim once more before we left. haha, the whole day was practically heat, sweat and weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, happy burfday Big dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114632180049941676?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114632180049941676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114632180049941676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114632180049941676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114632180049941676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-baaack-from-zhens-house.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114507126188538405</id><published>2006-04-15T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:21:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a busy week last week. It was almost everyday that I had something on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday had the Eurasian Museum Exhibition trip. Went there early and boy was it un-intresting. The place was small and so quiet that we only saw 4 other visitors there. JUST 4!. And apparently, according to mr lim. the President's house was just opposite of the museum. Found out only after a few day after the trip. They had a "short" video in there, watched it. Dozed off 2-3 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday had the Napfas. Sucked. I failed 3 i think. =) Not as if i've never failed before right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, The whole day was pretty slacked. Since, there was only one thing on everyone's mind. The band concert later on and what we gonna wear =D. I tell you, i've never spent more then 30mins thinking about what to wear. and this is the very first time I spent more then a few days thinking. Woah. Then went off early in the afternoon to bishan to get shtuff for the band members. To thank them for performing I guess. =P. Then met the rest of the clique for lunch before heading over to VCH. Concert was quite nice, maybe cause it's the first time I sat in a circle seat, or the first time I screamed someone's name. or the first time I drank their horrible green tea from their vending machine. =D =D. Walked to esplanade then to marina square after the concert. "Someone" thought that Fullerton hotel was the Parliament. LOL. AND there was another "someone" who stepped on a dead crow. Then NAS had to take a photo of the crow. -.-" Had a stomachache all the way home I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Went to Semakau Island aka SimiKau Island aka Rubbish Land. The trip there was fun. :) The bus ride was long enough for us to enjoy and sleep, the boat ride was SUPER windy I tell you. And I especially love windy stuff =D. Boat ride was shaky though. Arrived at semakau island. First thing that came to my mind. It smells like fish. No serious. Some of you might not think so, but there was this STRONG fish smell "wafting" across my nose. Went up to their office for some presentation about the island. The guy presenting was saying, since they pick their rubbish. Things like pests, flies and superbly stinky smell were non-existant. THEN as he was saying this. A fly was happily flying infront of me. -.-" Very self contradicting isn't it air-con place somemore. Then we took the mini van (consisted of all the 4D people + ong and clem) along the perimenter of the isle. The van was small but sort of cosy :) then when the bus stopped, the guide let us wander around for a while. Took lotsa shots at the rocky area. Sky was nice, The weather was great. Me, jess and vincent even screamed at the sea x2 LOL. Felt great though. Then went back to yishun, had dinner wif derik and went home. Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday..... A day where I actually could rest after all the trips. Despite going so far most of the time. It was especially fun laaa. Stress reliever for those who were very stressed. too baad no more such trips are planned for us. Sucks. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, No time to post the photos I took today, so maybe tonight or some other time I guess. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114507126188538405?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114507126188538405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114507126188538405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114507126188538405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114507126188538405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/had-busy-week-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114441537470165275</id><published>2006-04-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:09:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was sports day or sports meet as they call it. Like it makes a difference. It was dang hot can~~~ Even though the sun wasn't shining on us, the stuffiness was at an all time high. Sweat came down profusely. =/ Brought, a large water bottle, 2 pack of potato chips. And My earpiece for music. =X and people thought i was going for a picnic. Over there, everyone was sweating and music-ing haha people even brought umbrellas to shade themselves from the sun. Now why din we think of that =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yellow house won for the 2nd consecutive year... I think. This year no milo van T_T saaaded. Was waiting for it to come. LoL. Then went to CWP for lunch after we were dismissed lo. Then home. boring laaa~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short entry hor. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114441537470165275?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114441537470165275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114441537470165275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114441537470165275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114441537470165275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-sports-day-or-sports-meet-as.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114408495878291708</id><published>2006-04-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:22:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haarh~~~ *yawn* when was my last update again? right. Been such a long time since I blogged that I can actually see flies and dust all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a drag nowadays. Hardly go out and have fun nowadays. It's either been. School, northpoint, 630, tuition and home. Like crap man. Northpoint has become like a daily ritual. Going there every day. Even if I don't feel like it. Basket. Hardly get to go all out and have fun la. End up. My only source of relaxation is music and talking in class and my animes. I can see it. Isolation approaching me. OMG if I continue I'll become as anti-social as Julie!! *The Horror!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so ya. In fact. I wanted to go to orchard by myself yesterday. Spend the whole afternoon going from orchard, to raffles, to esplanade, to Clarke quay.. U know drifting. But! Crap. DnT homework piled and I had to spend my day at home rushing my homework instead. BoRiNg. Seeing how people are actually doing more and more work in school and less talking doesn't make it better. Instead of feeling motivated to study I sort of feel more frustrated. Teachers getting more and more incomprehensible and the things they say just don't make sense no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact. It became so annoying that I skipped maths and Chinese remedial. It's like. I learn mat's at my tuition centre and I just come to school to do assignments. Wth. Then if I don't get it. I'm doomed. Yes i know some of you might be thinking that, it's me who don't work hard enough. Crap, everytime I get stuck. I ask teachers how to do. My state of confusion just keeps getting worse end up the question stays unsolved. Then everytime I try to do my maths questions (10 year series stuff) I just get stuck there and it lasts for more then 30 mins without anything happening. Waste time right. geez. After typing so much I don't even know what I'm typing about anymore. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained petty hard today. weather's getting more and more screwed up. Almost became late for school today. Got on the 858 bus. When it reached my stop. The front door did not open, and I was right in FRONT of the front door. Then when I tried to squeeze to the back door, the front door opens. Then when I turn around the bus closes the door and just moves off. =.=" End up I missed my stop and had to walk all the way from Khatib to school. All Sweaty and almost late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I guess I pissed someone off today again eh.... It seems like it's always me pissing you off. Well... Sorry for always distracting you while you wanna study. Sorry for always forgetting to carry out what I promised you. Sorry for being so indecisive. Sorry for not working hard even though the exams are creeping closer and closer. Sorry for always being the one that pisses you off. Really. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114408495878291708?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114408495878291708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114408495878291708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114408495878291708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114408495878291708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/haarh-yawn-when-was-my-last-update.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114320801073602464</id><published>2006-03-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:14:10.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah. Brought my 2day old beanie to school. and it's been placed on lots and lots of people's head. Thought it'd look at least... okay on me. Big Mistake. When i placed my beanie on my head. I Look ROUNDER then before. Goodness.Din really do much for the whole day. Practically slacked my way through I guess. Can't really get all that worried even when the O levels are practically walking to my doorstep. Oh well. Will care about that when the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my 2nd time TAF for this term. 8 rounds round sch hall. 30 sit ups. 30 push ups. Basket. After finishing all that. Stomach Cramp. Back Ache. Hands practically no energy. I Never felt worse. T_T I couldn't even stand straight. Then went for Lit and mother tongue after that. spent the whole of mother tongue playing with the beanie and cam-whoring. Lol. Got lots and lots of shots. After school, ate "DUCK" rice, then went for Eng remedial then off to Zhen's house to borrow his pc to do our English project work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Enough chit chat. More Pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Own Original Idea. Candid Shots Of The Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2835%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2835%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moi's english project group hard at work. =D =X =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2831%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2831%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky outside zhen's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2830%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2830%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Convicts. JAILED! Muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2829%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2829%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh. Oh. Oh. this shot's cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2824%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2825%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2826%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2826%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2823%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zhen trying to get his photo taken. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2819%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2819%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The essay that I was supposed to hand in by today. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2818%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hong loves his beanies with his matching orange background =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2816%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2815%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2821%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nas starting to get high from Drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2814%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nas gone totally high that she became spastic. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2813%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2811%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jess with my beanie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2810%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dude and his spasticated Oh look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2809%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2809%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2801%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2802%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2803%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2804%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2805%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm Gonna get killed fer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2806%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2807%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2807%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Image%2808%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Image%2808%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus. The end. Must have been the longest entry I EVER had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114320801073602464?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114320801073602464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114320801073602464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114320801073602464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114320801073602464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114268714503331609</id><published>2006-03-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:05:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So like. yea back to update. Seriously la nothing to post. Days which are intresting and fun, I forgot to update. Then end up, not in the "excited" mood to update lerh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like. anyways, the march holidays was borriing. Other then some days when I went out. Basically, for the past 5 days, Mon - Fri. I was in school la. every single morning. crap. All for the sake of DnT. Bo bian, later teachers call home then rattle on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like. I'll just jump jump jump to SW's birthday lors. Morning had DnT. then got released early, lied that I had dental appointment. Ya lors. Then when I went off to meet them, they tell me they head for Orchard first, then ask me zi ji qu. T_T They wanted to bluff SW that I wasn't coming, and when I got there, I'd buy the cake and go surprise her. Hah, seems like she was expecting the cake la. lOl plan failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like ya lor, ate the cake at the foodcourt at Wisma, the auntie cleaner there even gave us ideas of which spot to take photos the best. =D Haha, the auntie also very de "high" siarhs. Thats when my headache started la. Mediocre headache lor so I tahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch went to watch the Date Movie. Parody of many many many other romance movies and comedies. haha I kept on laughing laaa. Then they say I laughed the loudest XD XD where got~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went shopping and walking from wisma to taka (not taka jewellery). Wei lun even dissapeared halfway. Amazing guy, I knew he was gonna run but din know he runs so dang fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the other 2 girls left. So like ya, left me, jess, zhen, chai chin &amp; siao wei. Walked here and there while waiting for hend and ah yew to cab themselves down here. They arrived, ate dinner, watch some band perform for a "short" time then went popular and then home. Sent jessie home with hend. then on the bus, Hend koped my banditto T_T. then He opened it right infront of me and ate. Then hor.. the smell ah. taboleh tahan. Damn strong i had to shift seats to get away from it. Cuz my headache was getting stronger and stronger. even felt like vomitting. Reached home safely la. So like. fell asleep lor. din even go online. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, the next few days was borrring. so yea. nothing else to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114268714503331609?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114268714503331609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114268714503331609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114268714503331609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114268714503331609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-like.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114147985481453870</id><published>2006-03-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:44:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had cross country yesterday. same place again. thank gawd it wasn't raining =X though i enjoyed last year's rain. me, zhen, xinyi, sam, haha, ah yew and a lil junior kid who followed us were late. XD took the bus that went the long distance and missed our stop XD. Feel so baad la, like lying to that kid liddat. Gomen-a-sai! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our turn to run came, i got myself some milo (hey! i was parched okay!). then i got knocked by someone and my milo spilled abit. heh, cg sure becomes useful sometimes. Then when we starts to run, my feet hurt like maaad. The path was rock, the bottom of my shoes were so thin i could feel the rocks poking me through it. then the whole nature walk was me ow-ing =/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor then hor, when me and ah yew finnaly reached the last marshall stop. we saw the logistics faker, firstaider(nana) and the english teacher (wendy). Then I started running lor... (I finnaly started running leh!!) i picked up pace, twisted my foot, fell face flat. Lost 2mm of skin on my right palm, and bruised my left elbow. All the milk i drank sure help XD if not i'd have fractured something. My final year at cross country and i din finish it. (was directed to the st john post b4 i reached the end =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat hor, we took taxi home lor. 3 casualties mah. bo pian. so many people waiting for taxi laaa, thank gawd jessie found 1 for us. Thanks XD XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for dinner, met up wif nas, then saw chai chin and her fren at burger king. chatted and chatted all the way to some park and then went home los. yep yep. pretty eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, spent the whole morning convincing people to go watch FD3. end up only had 4 guys. lol pathetic XD XD. The movie was great la. silly critics only gave it a 2/5. Dang bloody though. After the movie, we went for a percussion master game then zhen and xinyi went home los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and ah yew went to cavana for lunch. Food there still tastes the same =P. Then we went to north point to buy stuff. walked quite alot b4 we found what ah yew wanted and got our photo taken. yep. yep. quite okay la today. just lost my naptime XD XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114147985481453870?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114147985481453870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114147985481453870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114147985481453870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114147985481453870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/had-cross-country-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114122412357798196</id><published>2006-03-01T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:42:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from visiting my daughter, whom by the way is sick. Was pretty eventful, me, nas, derik, ah yew and jules went and visited her. On the way there we played with my phone's VGA camera. took some whacky shots. When we got there, she was looking perfectly fine. Heh, thats good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time visiting a sick friend laaa~ lOl the experience was abit exciting. =X =X. Din buy any gifts though, not enuf $$ and the visit was a last minute thing. So like yea, went over. stayed and chatted till like around 7 then we left. I tell you, when she's sick she becomes even more blur. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor then hor, thats about all laa. Nothing much else. Oh and 1 more thing. When she's sick, her voice becomes even more gentler. Haha, dang cute la. XD XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114122412357798196?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114122412357798196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114122412357798196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114122412357798196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114122412357798196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-came-back-from-visiting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-114018655707746527</id><published>2006-02-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:33:58.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheee!~ I CAN TASTE AGAIN! Damn, i just had to let that out XD XD. The last 2 days was a torture. Being sick in bed, and having less then a plate of rice for my last 6 meals. Wondered how i even survived.... oh i slept throughout =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, someone like me who treasures food, lost my own sense of taste. Everything tasted like WAAATeer~. Imagine chowing down on the best burger you've ever seen and smelt then when it touches ur tongue, u'd go... "eeee water". Crap right?!! Damn torturous laaaa T_T. Now that my taste has return... i'm so gonna treasure my tastebuds even more haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh, something really kewl happened in school today. Some class, forgot if it was 4B or 4C. Yea, they did not go down for DnT lesson. Then Lil`ole`philly came up. then they locked the classroom doors, he couldn't enter then he started screaming... least thats what i think happened. Damn drama laaaa~. Too baad there wasn't a fight.. if not like I not stupid 2 la. =/. U know, if some chers were to find the so called "key" hor, then stuff like this would not happen. Too baad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, i started a johari's window. everyone has to contribute to my johari window hor!! XD &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Maom0n"&gt;Johari's Window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-114018655707746527?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114018655707746527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=114018655707746527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114018655707746527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/114018655707746527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheee-i-can-taste-again-damn-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113997154635769116</id><published>2006-02-15T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:45:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arh basket. Yesterday was valentine day and today I get a fever. T_T Din get anything for valentine's too. Real sad =X. right crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only we celebrated Valentine's like in Japan. In Japan, they have valentine's day (14 Feb) where girls give guys the chocolates and stuff, either as obligatary gifts or for the one they are really intrested in. Then on White Day (14 March), Guys give girls the gifts. Heh, this way. Both gender receive stuff. XD. Too baaad that we only celebrate V days here in SG. boring~. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then, today. I get a fever and a god dang headache la. damn irritating can. During chem tution yesterday i was already falling and I din absorb anything. After that, went to maths tution at mark's, with my already sick condtion it's obvious i'd fall sick. So there. Tution causes sickness. Haha right, crap logic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. at least i get to skip philly ng's blabbering and have a valid reason for it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113997154635769116?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113997154635769116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113997154635769116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113997154635769116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113997154635769116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/arh-basket.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113906317408558476</id><published>2006-02-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:26:14.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Talent Scout Maomon... thats me. Has just discovered and ranked the top 4 best female singers in the class of 4D. Whoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, less talk more ranks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Priscilla  (Hard decision i made XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Puiye (Unbelievable right? but she's good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sarah &amp; Kaixin (haha. they are both equally amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. they should all form a group and go join superband la.. if not for the diffrent personalities they have. Haha. heard them sing either on stage, kbox or their recordings. XD. right. this is just some useless post I made. Bored and bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113906317408558476?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113906317408558476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113906317408558476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113906317408558476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113906317408558476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113864280163723979</id><published>2006-01-31T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:40:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..... Gee, emotions are such a funny thing aren't they. They bring you happiness and security, yet at the same time they bring you suffering and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been doing some thinking. I'm too tired of all this, so I guess I'm going to give up on her. I'm not suitable, I don't have determination, can't keep a conversation going with her. I'm emotionally insecure. Furthermore, everytime we talk, there's like a wall between us. Each and every single time we'll come to a standstill then there'd be this silence. To top it off, she seems to like someone else. I don't see any way I'd be good enough for anybody, even her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really tired of trying. Maybe, in the future things might change for the better or worse if a miracle happens. But that seems like a far fetched dream now, or, maybe I won't be able to forget her. Who knows? All i know that, i'm going to stop trying, stop worrying, go back to the old me who never felt like this and is always cheery. Because... it was all just a crush to begin with, nothing more, nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113864280163723979?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113864280163723979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113864280163723979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113864280163723979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113864280163723979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113819512763646703</id><published>2006-01-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:18:47.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Few more days to Chinese New year, then at long last a NEW fone. yea XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Chinese New Year class decoration judging was today. Lots of people stayed back to help out la, lol. This is what I call Class spirit. yea? First time our class stood so united la. Even though leslie didn't do much (maybe he did do something, i just didn't notice la) he still stayed back, now that's commendable XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class decoration was spectacular this year la, all thanks to kuku's ideas and his whackiness. He even sacrificed himself and wore the clothes which are oh-so-tight + a black skirt. Haha, droolsworthy yea? LOL. He even, bought half a bucket of rice from his home to school la. Insane. But I really do hope our class wins, however this year, we got serious rivals la. 4F puts in the MOST effort (I know, cuz their class started first and did lots of work) 4H has the most insane decoration i guess, they have really really nice decorations. Ya, tough la. Then our class, even though we put in alot of effort, most of our decorations were last minute, so all our ideas weren't portrayed well. Yea, but we still Pwned. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges came, kuku danced, I held Weijie's waist and smelt his butt, gd gawd (and no, it wasn't for a obscene purpose all u dirty minders out there. It was a lion dance, and i was the butt -.-") Then the girls even sang la. It's rare to see 4D girls sing new year songs so enthusiastically, in fact. I guess this is the 1st time! So ya, the judges came, they judged, they laughed, they left. Then we kind of cleaned up and left too ya. Din get to watch memoirs of a geisha la. SOO wanted to watch it today. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a sidenote. I'm feeling kinda depressed now, so i'm gonna take this chance to try my determination. For tomorrow only, I'm gonna be all angsty and depressed. Maybe it might be for real, mayb i'm only acting la. See if I can actually not laugh for one day yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113819512763646703?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113819512763646703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113819512763646703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113819512763646703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113819512763646703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113777274838510022</id><published>2006-01-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:59:08.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah. Went to SP Yesterday, then NYP today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I only have one thing to say about each Poly. SP is big, NYP's students are high much better then those we have in our own school la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SP, we arrived with a large group and after awhile only remained a few of us left. everyone dispersed la. oh well. Took "Queenie's" tour around the campus la, got lost haha. Saw quite a few courses, Electronic and Computer Engineering still intrests me the most. Haha, my infatuation with PCs eh? XD SP has a nice DBit course too, Diploma In Business IT. Business + IT yea? =P Also saw Carrie Chong. Carrie leh! She's like so much better in person la! Other courses wasn't really intresting la, to me at least it doesn't seem intresting since i already have my eyes on other stuff LoL. Right, thats about all for the SP tour. Oh Oh I Liked SP's mass com, or what did they call it again... some Media thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA i won myself a star and a wrist band thanks to my amazing mouth and eye for detail XD. Self praise myself abit XD haha narcissism. Right. Toured the school of IT, Design, Chemical and Life sciences, Business. NYP is like so much better la. More hip for teens i guess haha. It has a shopping arcade. SHOPPING Arcade LA inclusive of ATM. Unlike SP's single mini shop. The PCs there are like so high-end and they got fast food restaurants, a large food court too. Haha. In the IT school, they had a really cool staff la. We was like walking all over the campus la. Quite big also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, went to orchard today after NYP. Din buy anything in fact, i got my feet sore and lotsa fats burnt. lOl. =P. I think i lost 5kg of fats la! XD XD XD Since these few days go poly walk walk walk till feet sore. Must have lost lots of weight haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113777274838510022?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113777274838510022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113777274838510022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113777274838510022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113777274838510022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113698702273525770</id><published>2006-01-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:43:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know. It's been a long time since I post la. Right, everybody knows that. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Now since this is a revival post. I decided to post something outta de ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. I've been wondering what the world would be if I sorta disappeared from it. You know, disappearing from people's lives. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The World's resources meant for my use in the future is so gonna be saved, and it can be used to fed more needy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore would have a lessened burden of 80.6kg and the possibility of Singapore Sinking would be lowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People would not have to suffer the wrath of my awesome lame jokes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People would not have to lose self confidence thanks to my "shooting" skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The World would most probably have more anger and hate since there's no other "Pacifist" like me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Friend's Lives would be so darn freaking dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One more less person to bully to raise self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Loss of Comedic relief which can only come from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There'd be one less "talented" singer in this world. (HAHAHA I ADMIT I'm TALENTED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One more less person to be infected by diseases and in turn infect others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. there's the top 10 things which would happen. Imaginative eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and on a sidenote. I'm not really seriously thinking about disappearing infact, I do so not condone the act of disappearing without informing ME. Yea. This is just sort of to revive the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113698702273525770?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113698702273525770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113698702273525770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113698702273525770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113698702273525770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113553063238207615</id><published>2005-12-26T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:10:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah! Merry X'mas Everybody! Right, it's actually kinda late for that... oh well =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways, had the most fun not to mention tiring christmas i've ever had in my whole 15 years of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CHC's christmas drama and service. Haha, funny stuff they have there. Their people sure can make things funny la. They had people do the chicken little dance in the Chicky lil ad and they did it real well =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service, met up with Derik, that dude actually came all the way down from admiralty to escort me. (he's so gonna kill me for that haha!) =P Then we persuaded... "P-E-R-S-U-A-D-E-D" Sam and nas to come down to orchard to catch Chronicles of Narnia. The show was nice la, just that there was a part when i wasn't really alert and in the zoned out mood, something sudden appeared and i was shocked and i actually "Woah"-ed and shocked PY who was beside me. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to walk at Orchard road, while Sam go hi his friends. LoL. Walked all the way to Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station then we all went home. yea. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kinda trying to summarize the day's events yea, so no intentional humour is included here. So no need to laugh =X =X =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113553063238207615?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113553063238207615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113553063238207615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113553063238207615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113553063238207615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/hah-merry-xmas-everybody-right-its.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113474006782362803</id><published>2005-12-16T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:34:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. Back from chalet yesterday. 13th - 15th. 2B'04's Class Gathering/Reunion/Outing whatever suits you. Spent 3D2N at Downtown East Pasir Ris Chalet. Had a blast =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sam's House early in the morning to help him with NFS:MW. Then met Ong at 10.30 at NTUC to buy stuff for the BBQ. Then went to his house to get my Class Tee.&lt;br /&gt;Then met the rest of the 2B gang at 12. Then we arrived at the chalet at 2+pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Nigel and Jinhong bathed. (You don't wanna know what they did in the toilet, but boy they sure can make u imagine =P) Then we went to check out white sands and after that, went to pasir ris park and back to the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, we went back to pasir ris park. Night walk. Everybody climbed spider, or whatever that pyramid made from nylon rope is called. After everyone had their fun, we walked back while scaring each other here and there. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Had Breakfast at mac, then played cards back at the room, while ong and jules go to collect the satay for the bbq later on. After they came back, we went to Kbox. Kbox scammed us -.-" charged us $5 for 1 small bowl of kacang puteh, pff. They din even told us that it costs that much. In the end everybody had to pay $5 more -.-"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was pretty high during the kbox 5 hours. After that, we went back to the chalet for the BBQ after we got hurried. Ate abit during the BBQ. Smelt the smoke till I was full =/ (For the first time i ate so little during a BBQ). The girls actually wanted to go swim after that, but then the  pool was closed so everyone bathed and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, thanks to eunie's handphone alarm. Then me, nigel, jinhong &amp; vincent had breakfast while the rest slept like pigs. When everyone awoke, and packed up. We spent every last min in the room till 10.30 before we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I stopped by Sam's house intending to help him with NFS:MW, in the end i couldn't help him ah well =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I Got addicted to Nan Quan mama's xiang cao ba pu =P =P =P (I know this is a short post for a 3days thing, 2 bad. I'm not in the mood to type out a long post. ah well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113474006782362803?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113474006782362803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113474006782362803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113474006782362803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113474006782362803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/right.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113423370369520221</id><published>2005-12-11T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:55:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Here's the latest post. Time to recap about what happened on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CWP around 12+ to get Sarah's birthday present. (yea i know her birthday's a long time ago, so bite me) Walked around every floor of CWP, other then the first floor and the basement in search of the present. In the end. Was about to go meet Sarah, So I just got the best looking present and then bought it, wrapped and went off. Sry if the present sucked Sarah, din have enough time to look for a better one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the movie, Perhaps Love. The one with Takeshi &amp; Jacky cheung in it. Was nice la. Not awesome, not bad. The whole cinema we were the youngest =P The plot of the movie was really deep la. Abit confusing at times too. =X After the movie, met Jules. and went for Lunch. It was an unlucky day for me, kept dropping stuff on my shirt and I even got humilated by a lil arrogant kid at Percussion master. =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, was a fine day alright. Too bad we missed watching Aeon Flux too. (The movie was at 9pm.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113423370369520221?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113423370369520221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113423370369520221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113423370369520221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113423370369520221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113284178027831908</id><published>2005-11-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:24:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Here I am back from my guitar camp. Was 3Days 1Night, you guys might probably be thinking how in the world can there be a 3 day 1 night camp right? Well, Slept in the school for the first night and the remaining nights went home. thats how you get a 3day 1 night camp. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;First Day&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was around 1 hour late for guitar lesson on monday. ah not like anyone actually bothers, since guitar has nobody in charge of discipline and nobody would actually bother to tell on anyone, so ms nur did not find out i was late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food during the camp was horrendous i tell you. Total Crap. The first packet of catered food for lunch was so bad that I could not even finish it. (If I can't finish it that means the food is REALLY REALLY REALLY BAD!!) I had to resort to microwaved food from 7-11 just to quell my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then basically had free time till the BBQ started and everyone was playing cards and chatting. Nothing much happened actually, quite boring too. Then when BBQ came, well. Nothing Especially intresting happened, quite a normal BBQ la. Just that, since our Guitar Club has only 8 people there, we had lots of food and shared with the VB Girls. (5 sticks of 3 marshmallow each, gone just like that) Oh and Ms Ang and Ms Wong came over to have the teacher's private BBQ lol. Ms Wong camped with the netball girls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guys toilet was also occupied by the girls, sad. a Typical case of guys being bullied just cause there was around 50-70+ girls and only 4 guys in the whole campus at that time. Then at night our GC went to the fitness area to chat, spoke so loud and laughed so loud that a guy from a nearby block screamed "Shut Up and Go To Sleep LA!" haha, pretty hilarious actually. Then it was super cold at night, wore long pangs and a jacket and I Still felt cold. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually happened today, watched Sisterhood of the travelling pants and just played guitar and poker cards the rest of the day till we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;3rd Day&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the camp, food practically still sucked. So we had to resort to outside food or drinks to survive. Then the fun finnaly began when we had treasure hunting. Kinda hard to descrive the details and since I'm so lazy i'll just skip the details. Bascially the top 3 won a ticket to catch the movie Princes and Princesses at Alliance Francaise (Don't know if it's the correct spelling, ah well) Jule's French School. And I Got 3rd place HAHA. Lucky me. Then after that, went for dinner with Tyler to BK and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on to today's events. Was supposed to go for dragon boating at Kallang basin today, well being the typical me... I Overslept. Was supposed to be in school at 9am and the bus leaves at 10am. Me, I woke up at 10.30am, haha so I kinda missed the ride so I didn't go for dragonboating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then instead, I met up with Yee, Rahrah &amp; Jules to go for "Icefalling" at JEC, Jurong Entertaintment Centre. Yep. Went there, and guess what. The Whole ice skating rink was closed to the public because of some competition and the rink was only opened to participants, so ended up. We went to the KBox Opposite the Ice Skating area. I had to sign up to be a member just so the girls could pay $2 less. Lol. Stayed there and sang all sorts of songs, from English oldies, to Chinese Pop Songs. Practically anything which caught our fancy, we sang. Haha, was quite fun la, didn't know that Sarah had a beautiful singing voice for ballads, Didn't know that Jules was suited for songs sung by Girl groups. Didn't know that Yee could hit high notes with a beautiful voice too. As for me. I was told I had a soothing voice. =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sung from 3+ to 7pm for the price of $10.50 each inclusive of 2 drinks and tidbits. Then had dinner at KFC. Then went with yee to Jurong Library to look for books. Basically, it was pretty fun day. Maybe missing dragonboating was a blessing in disguise haha. Planned to go to icefalling to get hurt physically, ended up going to Kbox to get hurt vocally (strained throats). Ha.Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113284178027831908?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113284178027831908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113284178027831908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113284178027831908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113284178027831908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/well_113284178027831908.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113266826899917072</id><published>2005-11-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:04:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frankly.pitas.com/?"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T CLICK HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113266826899917072?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113266826899917072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113266826899917072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113266826899917072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113266826899917072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113264962058335755</id><published>2005-11-22T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:53:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a matchstick scratched it's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. right. anyways, here's a funny video to crack you up if the joke above didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobricci.com/sbm.htm"&gt;http://www.bobricci.com/sbm.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll know why girls are not trustworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113264962058335755?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113264962058335755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113264962058335755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113264962058335755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113264962058335755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-me-tell-you-story-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113172259816293054</id><published>2005-11-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:23:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has. Today today. Went bowling la. With nas and yee and CC. Had Lots of fun la even though I got the lowest score at bowling. Quite okay la for my 2nd time playing bowling. The ball also darn heavy... (all lighter balls the thumb hole too small... Thumb always gets stuck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While bowling.. We took some piccys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/nana_sadface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/nana_sadface.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/051111_140605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/051111_140605.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/051110_173512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/051110_173512.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/051111_150139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/051111_150139.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/we.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/we.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/punani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/punani.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. had a blast today, din know bowling could be so painful yet so fun. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113172259816293054?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113172259816293054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113172259816293054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113172259816293054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113172259816293054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/has.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113138025925703470</id><published>2005-11-08T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:17:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finnaly understand what adults mean when they say kids these days are getting so much richer. Really, kids which are 5-6 years younger then me get so much cash. During my time as a kid, i only get 50 cents a day and $1 would be as valuable as $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Swear, even my neighbour's primary school kid gets phones which are so much more better then mine. Yesterday when me and ah yew went to timezone to play percussion master. We spent around 1 hour + watching the same few kids playing the game non-stop over and over like their cards had infinite amount of credits. while we just waited and watch.. and watch. When we finally got to play, we din have time to play more then 1 round then we had to leave. Waited 1 hour for 1 round. bah, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, parents should cut down on their kids allowance if they'r younger then the age of 12, giving them so much cash is gonna spoil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the holiday mood right now, even if i go to school I cannot concentrate. Honestly, the school should let us have our holidays now then we can go party or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays all i ever do is either go zhen's house to crap or stay at home and play the PC. AFTER ALL THE ENERGY I SPENT IN SCHOOL THIS IS HOW I WASTE MY HOLIDAYS. DAMN SAD SEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be out there having fun like shopping, chalets, ice skating or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113138025925703470?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113138025925703470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113138025925703470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113138025925703470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113138025925703470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-finnaly-understand-what-adults-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113068034626166389</id><published>2005-10-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:52:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what`s it like to meet the girl of your dream?&lt;br /&gt;the girl that you know deep down inside your heart,&lt;br /&gt;that you will marry her regardless of anything.&lt;br /&gt;and you also know that the chance of getting someone like her,&lt;br /&gt;is a slim chance so minute, you`ll never get to see another one of her again.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once you finally found a girl&lt;br /&gt;that clicks so well with you. in just a span of 2 meets, &lt;br /&gt;you guys are talking like friends who have been together for years.&lt;br /&gt;most of the girls you date took a while to know each other,&lt;br /&gt;and somehow there would be differences, be it taste, character, principles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and as hard as you try, you know it won`t work out.&lt;br /&gt;so you never went on to a relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;you left them hanging cold, &lt;br /&gt;but you knew it would save everyone the hassle of a nasty relationship breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you finally found a girl, that girl that feels like &lt;br /&gt;your female incarnate. the girl that holds principles and have characters&lt;br /&gt;that is so uncannily similar to you that it freaks the both of you out.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is just so surreal, that you just want to cry out to heaven&lt;br /&gt;and shake you fist at God for mocking you with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her family, is just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest part? it`s almost like yours.&lt;br /&gt;it`s just blows your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is that fear in you.&lt;br /&gt;you are afraid to take a further step.&lt;br /&gt;because you never had relationships that lasted long.&lt;br /&gt;you are afraid that once you start, should something go wrong and sour&lt;br /&gt;and it crumbles, you`ll never be able to find this special girl ever again.&lt;br /&gt;and she isn`t just any special girl.&lt;br /&gt;she`s the one you know you want to marry and live with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this off another person's blog when i was bloghopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of feeling which i myself wanna feel and experience.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have never ever felt like this before. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113068034626166389?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113068034626166389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113068034626166389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113068034626166389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113068034626166389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-it-like-to-meet-girl-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-113050436513232964</id><published>2005-10-28T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:59:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of the week. whee. bah. For other schools, today is a happy day. why? cuz today is the last day of school, whereas for us sec 3s. we get our holiday delayed till 18 november. -.-" To drill sec 4 shiet into us for the O levels. dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else run off to play and have fun. us sec 3s will be in school studying our ass off and then forget everything once the holidays arrive. Even though it's the end of the week, i still can't enjoy. (Whoever is up above must really enjoy torturing me) My Comp died on me. now it's a good thing that i have 3 comps, but the one with all my anime in it died. so i'm shtuck with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, thanks to my blardy damn results. I'm not getting much of an income. So there goes the tiny bit of fun left in my weekend. Plus, these few days my body becomes easily fatigued that i lose my energy and hyper-ness. Uber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now for my daily amusement. Was bored so i tried this .&lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/igod/"&gt;http://www.titane.ca/igod/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got to speak to god. actually it's more like an automated teller machine. Ne ways, here's the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Hiya &lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Hello, nice to meet you. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; I'&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;You?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; I'm ME&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That is a tautology.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; I know it is&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?  It is, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Well, i know it cuz u just said it&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Well that's okay.  How do you know?  What does "it" refer to?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me:  said I perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; nevermind&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;OK Thanks for trying to explain that to me.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Real sarcastic aren't ya&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;All of them?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; nope only you&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?  Suppose I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Agreed&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;You and I are on the same wavelength, .&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Impossible&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Because you'r an automatic teller machine&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense to me.  What if someone said you are an  automatic teller machine ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; You'r turning what i said back at me -.-'&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any reason to  r turning what you said back at you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; rubbish&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What is your real name? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; God&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;GOD rules.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Aper jer&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;When do you think artificial intelligence will replace lawyers? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Because of machines like you&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Good reason.  That is something I haven't heard of.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; Glad to hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God this isn`t really God, or that would really explain why the world`s getting&lt;br /&gt;more retarded these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-113050436513232964?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113050436513232964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=113050436513232964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113050436513232964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/113050436513232964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-week_28.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112981715960336960</id><published>2005-10-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:05:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. tis ere post is dedicated to nana. all becuz she forced me to. shoooo baaad. X=X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ya. school re-began. and.. as usual. late for school. dumb bus always run away the min i come. bah. Ne ways, school was like as usual boring. failed my dnt. 37.5/100. and got average grades for eng. 30/50. right. pathetic. had 3 periods of free time while the f and n students got their results. Right. crapped wif the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school was supposed to attend choir frum 2 to 3. then 3-5 for guitar. no guitar and lazy go choir.. so both also ponned =X.Then.. THEN! We went to ssc to get our hair cut. i got mine styled. thanks to all of them, i got a new hairstyle.. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 15 years!. (now i just have to shape up my body and grow taller, and i'll be perfect! =P) haha. I like my new hair style. and i bet everybody in class is gonna be like. ~Woah~ ah has. new hair style. new image. betta look. Now i'm in the same leauge as them. bah. see sim muz run -.-" ne ways. then we went to zhenner's house. ya. sam bathed. i was taught how to style my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rights. after that Zhen sent us to his main gate, while i sent sam, nana and pingx to the bus. =D wanted to include a pic of my hair in here... but nah. lazy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. i got a stead today. lOl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112981715960336960?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112981715960336960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112981715960336960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112981715960336960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112981715960336960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/right_112981715960336960.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112981585945715472</id><published>2005-10-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:53:28.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. This is gonna be one of the two posts which i'm gonna blog about. yep. Tis 1 is.. dedicated to yesterday. Yesterday. Me, derik, ah yew, zhenner, ah lun, michher and her friend clarice (dunno spell rite anot, if spell wrong. go smack derik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. we went to changi airpork yesterday. The guys wanna get their shtuff settled while me and ah yew went there.. for no apparent reason -.-" Everything was boring at first u know? The guys were all going thru mood swings. totally not my dai ji. so i bugged off =D then the disease came after i ate fries... I became totally spasticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was laming all the way on the ride home. Wanna know what i lamed about? Too baaad. i'm lazy to type them out ha-ha. After that. we ate dinner. derik left. ah lun flew. only left us 3 guys and de 2 girls. and during dinner only me and ah yew ate. so awkward. cuz... we looked like idiots eating while the three stared at space. After that. Ah yew went home. then derik came. and we sent the 2 girls home. Crapped below mich's block before we went home ya. tis post is kinda.. erm ya dull. cuz i lost the grooove for blogging abt yesterday's events. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112981585945715472?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112981585945715472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112981585945715472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112981585945715472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112981585945715472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/right_20.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112965660553183405</id><published>2005-10-19T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:30:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. it's 1.20am now. and All of a sudden i feel like blogging. Had a hectic week last week. exams for five days straight. Even though exams were here, i was still taking it easy and playing. -.-" Something is seriously wrong with me, seriously wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways what's gone is gone, now the resting period begins and fun ensues, at least till the results are released. =D. least thats what we all thought at first. haha. nothing really fun is actually happening though. Instead of going out to play. i'm isolating myself from society and staying at home. I even own my own form teacher my folio. and if i do not get it to him by tomorrow. i'm so not gonna pass my design and technology. Furthermore, tommorrow is supposed to be a holiday T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have this problem of not being able to be serious. I NEED PSYCHOLOGICAL HELP! =P lol. I can even fool around at the most critical time period. Bah. I'm so dead if my results are released. Don't think i'm gonna score. There goes my end of year holiday allowance. T_T Maybe i should consider taking up a side job during the holidays... just maybe. haha even if i do, i have absolutely no idea how to go about getting one. oH Well. The problems of a well pampered young teen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a BBQ coming up and pingping and ah yew's birthdays are coming up too. and my money is seriously dropping. Wonder how i'm gonna get them presents. ah well. Gonna worry about that when the time comes. Lol. after reviewing what i just typed. i discovered i need alot of help in my studies, my social life.. basically most of the things. Ah well. heck care them all. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Basically this post has no meaning. i just type whatever came to mind. A stream of thoughts some might call it. Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112965660553183405?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112965660553183405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112965660553183405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112965660553183405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112965660553183405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/right.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112826229847317335</id><published>2005-10-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:11:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>many things has happened in my life. okay i lied.&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened in my life. my life now revolves around my computer.&lt;br /&gt;school seriousness is diminishing, and my love life is as clean as a priest.&lt;br /&gt;exams are so close that even my neighbour seems far away.&lt;br /&gt;that`s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can`t even write about my teachers now because we`ll go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;i can`t even say nigger because i`ll be labelled a racist and then get jailed.&lt;br /&gt;silly silly. all of these rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;for those who are not following the news, some kid bit the bullet after dissing his teacher on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;and then 3 dudes got jailed for having racist remarks on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;i say those 3, are fuck stupid.&lt;br /&gt;they got brains like all 14 year old american kids who goes like,&lt;br /&gt;fuck you ghetto shitfuck, fuck you fags, fuck you [insert race here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the whole "student get blasted for writing about his teacher shit", is whacked.&lt;br /&gt;like totally man. i mean, fuck. dissing your teacher is like so part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;who, in their whole entire fucking life have never ever said something bad about their teacher before.&lt;br /&gt;precisely. so that`s like so damn fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;a week ago, i posted an entry blasting a teacher. OH SHIT MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;i read somewhere, where this lady was commenting on the clam down on student blogs that attacks teacher.&lt;br /&gt;she says, that if students are given this chance of insulting or undermining their teachers,&lt;br /&gt;when they grow up they will think it`s okay to blast the government.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FUCK. YOU GOVERNMENT COCK SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;because of some insecured teachers who fan corners of the internet for their names in people`s blog,&lt;br /&gt;we now lose something to talk about on our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what are we supposed to write about now?&lt;br /&gt;DEAR BLOG, TODAY I FALL IN LOVE WITH A GIRL. SHE IS A GIRL. NO SHIT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme a break. everyone`s sick of reading those kind of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m sorry. i`m just ranting.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone of you got offended, remember-&lt;br /&gt;i`m not talking about you. i`m taking about them. NOT YOU OKAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now that i finish ranting. let's start posting about what happened yesterday at zhen's house warming bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was s'posed to meet derik and xinyi and hong yew at the bus stop outside zhen's hse at 1.30pm. i left house at 1.40 =\. derik couldn't leave cuz his mum was holding his ez-link card hostage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finnaly arrived at 2. =\ habitual late-comer, i guess i am. derik arrived at... awhile later =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it rained.. and it stopped... then it rained again. had zhen's mum's home cooked laksa. spice. i'll remember it for the rest of my life. then while we all were watching the new police story. sam came on his bike. all wet. ah huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guys began saving the bbq pit from the rain while trying to start the fire. and i was appointed of being the guard dog. -.-" waited and waited. while waiting. i did something stupid which i'll never forget for the rest of my life. sent nana a msg which was meant for sum1 else. and for that. i'm like so doomed for the rest of my secondary life. (and NO IT's NOt A lUv MsG to all those who's thinking that it was one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnaly ping ping and nana came. saw them from far away. 1.smth km away. how i spotted them? easy. they were hopping and dashing cross the road from the bus stop all the way here. silly girls. awhile later sarah came. and i dunked myself in the jacuzzi. soaked before they even began pushing ppl down the pool. and it felt great =\abit later. went off. with a yellow umbrella. spinning the umbrella all the way to the bus stop to fetch kylaa` when they all came. plans changed all of a sudden. host was supposed to be dunked first. yet the last person to arrive got dunked =\ i got pushed. right. forgot who did it. neva bothered to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. then the party began. everyone got soaked. =\ if they din wanna go into the water. then we brought the water to them. by splashing =D had a blast of a time. i even almost got choked. =\ everyone kept on gangbanging me. -.-" bullies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. we ate. we swam. then we ate again. lol. poor sarah. we all wanted to splash ping ping. and sarah was in the way =\ after that we all began to go into de hse to clean up. we got locked out.. till we became dry.. or at least till a toilet was available =\ after we all got cleaned up. we all went into the rm to watch unborn. dumb movie. watched once. and i even yawned. u'd never know how girls could scream... till u almost get ur eardrum burst. i swear. girls screaming. is even more shocking then the movie itself. i know. cuz i experienced it. got a cup of red wine. drank it. bitter. then went home. right. then i shitted. and i slept =\ thats all that happened yesterday. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112826229847317335?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112826229847317335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112826229847317335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112826229847317335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112826229847317335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/many-things-has-happened-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112782512841268341</id><published>2005-09-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:50:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm so carefree in life even when the exams are coming. So i really need a girlfriend to help motivate me to study therefore... Here's my ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/1600/auditioncopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5129/761/320/auditioncopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: THIS IS JUST A JOKE. DO NOT APPLY UNLESS YOU'R REALLY JESSICA ALBA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112782512841268341?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112782512841268341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112782512841268341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112782512841268341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112782512841268341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/seriously-im-so-carefree-in-life-even.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112775181184483839</id><published>2005-09-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:23:31.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. on for today's events. Had DnT for the first 2 periods. usual nothing much. then stayed in the hall from 8.40 to 10.20. teachers go for interview whereas we stay in hall crapping. =X Soon first half of day go pass. then after that the usual hapened so not gonna elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school. went home. slept abit then went off to zhen's house. played metal slug wif kylaa (she never gets bored... T_T) then crapped abit and me and zhen went into his room when his parents left and observed as kyla surfed sfogs.com and scream. i swear. her scream is even scarier then the pictures on scream. almost suffered a heart attack =X. then. Went for dinner when derik came. and then we sent kyla bak home. and then i head home while both of them went of gay-ing (JK JK =X they actually went home too. =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. for something which i wanted to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 facts which nobody knew about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When i was young. i loved to sing hokkien songs and used to sing along with my parents in the karoake room with my parents in my old house. (and i actually memorized the lyrics then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I was never good in chinese. In secondary school. the highest i got was a 64. Pretty amazing considering i spent 15-20 mins copying the text from the passage and writing them on to the comprehension answer area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When I was young. I liked to run around naked at home. slide on the bathroom floor covered with soap and stay up late sleeping infront of my shoe cupboard with a red bull hidden inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I used to work as a librian during primary school days. was quite dilligent. only used the computer there for internet surfing when i had nothing to do. Sad thing is. the teacher in charge only appeared when i was surfing the internet and accused me of not doing my duties, thus sacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I rarely physically abuse my younger brother. fact is, i never could after a past incident. He jumped and use his belly to push against me, making me fall over and hit my head against the wall and i was bleeding. Was supposed to go to school but my school uniform was bleeding and i thought i was gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.In primary school. i would always follow others around. never had my own idea of what to do. until today. i still dunno what i was doing during my primary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I learn the meaning of fuck in primary 1, when the primary 2 wrote the word fuck on the blackboard. being the smart alec i was, i tried to pronouced it. it was just duck, changing the d to an f. and i got slapped by my teacher because i repeated it again when she came in. and i remember it for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.My primary 1 allowance was 50 cents. On the first day of school, i had a bowl of fishball noodles. it tasted so good that i swore i was gonna eat that for the rest of my life. Got sick of that 2 weeks later, and my allowance rose to 1 dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I was very good at saving money when i was a kid. I'd save and save my allowance just to buy the robots and cars u pay $1 for and roll them out of the machine just to find them lost or destroyed the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I learnt the true meaning of fuck and the middle finger when i was primary 6 and just completed one of my PSLE papers. a person in class showed that finger and the teacher burst out yelling out the meaning of that finger that the class next door heard it too. and i remembered it for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.My chinese textbooks in primary school were often comic book series because i would draw and modify the pictures in it to form a story. Later on in secondary school, my chinese textbooks were so clean i could sell them back to popular at the same price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.In primary school won a choir competition. Got 3rd place. There was only 3 schools participating including my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.When i was young i was a very VERY blur kid. and when i went on to secondary school i picked up the skill of laming. and i merged them together forming the current me you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am very short. My parents are already shorter then me. But my younger brother is taller then me, which i absolutely hate because he's not only taller then me, he's also BIGGER then me in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.My brother and me have very different eating habits. i only eat what i like and pick out all the little things which i hate. i was extremely picky. whereas my brother would just gulp everything down quickly. he was so quick that when i began eating my first spoon. he finished everything and whenever we share a bowl of food. I'd have to compete with him just to be able to get 1/3 of the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.I Used to be very cute and thin when i was a kid. weighing 20-25kg till P4 and was famed as cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.I was underweight despite the number of times my parents tried to force me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.I was a hyperactive kid and my parents would never let me drink coke or anything gassy. Once during a family gathering at my grandparent`s place, i was given a cup of coke and i started jumping around and running at top speed breaking things and disturbing my relatives. i even kissed one of my mother's friend's daughter on the cheek thus losing my first kiss, and i dun even remember what the girl looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.I was gifted, but i never used it because i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I suffer from a major inferiority complex. to make myself feel better, i would always act differently when i am with different groups of friends. i wear a mask all the time, nobody knows who i really am. one or two people do know abit more then the rest, but nobody has penetrated through the masks i wear. not even myself. you could say i`m suffering from an age long identity crisis. and i haven't gotten over it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there what i wanted to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112775181184483839?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112775181184483839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112775181184483839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112775181184483839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112775181184483839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/right.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112757255830938222</id><published>2005-09-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:58:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. today's post. is not about today. infact. ima gonna write about what happened yesterday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was friday. yep. everybody knows that =&lt;br /&gt;Had school. shitty shit 1. got chosen 4 interview to get interviewed by the assestment inspector or smth. sianz 1/4. then after school had ss remedial. din listen, was rushin on lit essay. then after that went off wif zhen jus 2 rmb my handfone wif hong. -.-" wasted time running to general office. neva see him. run up to 4th floor. dun haf. cum bak 2 general office. then he waiting there =.=" waste my energy.After that. zhen come my house. he wait. i bath. then doggy see him. and doggy bark. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that is erm. ya. we went to zhen hse. wait and wait. slowly kylaa come. then derik come. then xinyi come. and then off we went to sun plaza to watch The Cave. lol. movie's plot not really that intresting. only the parts where the demons appear all of a sudden is nice =X played popcorns. throw and throw. should have seen the floor. from clean. transformed to supa dirty =X (now i know why people always say eng wah is dirty =P) then had dinner. hotpot. tasted weird. oh well. then sent kylaa home wif zhen and then sent zhen home.. THEN i finnaly get to go home =p. right. thats all for saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112757255830938222?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112757255830938222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112757255830938222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112757255830938222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112757255830938222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112714003308028582</id><published>2005-09-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:27:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is erm... Monday. yep. first day of the week. lol lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtracking first. had choir competition on sat. consent form stated kallang theatre. when we went there. the event was held. On the steps outside kallang stadium -.-". neways. there. neva sell food 1. was hungry like mad. and the only thing they catered was. rice. 1 dumb chicky wing. and a fish cake wif abit of veggie. -.-" cheapskate, really cheapskate ppl. then during competition wore the costume. really formal man. black blazer. yellow tie. black long pants. blue silk shirt. wear le look like those business man. then 4 the competition, we won 2nd. $1500. all the cash goes to school. tch. scam our energy and time and not a single cent earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways. 4todae. late 4 skl. by 1 min -.-". why i was late?. cuz. when i left home. the god darn doggy ran out and i had 2 spend 5 mins getting the doggy back indoors. thats why i'm late =.=" then in school the usual things happened so not gonna elaborate. after school went 4 lunch at mac wif jules. i keep dropping the curry sauce onto my pants -.- 2pid curry sauce. then later ran hme changed clothes then ran bak 2 meet up wif sam and hong yew at timezone. wanted 2 play maximum tune 2... =\ but everyone kept playing over and over till.. wth i din get 2 play T_T. then went bak wif sammy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finnaly got home went derik called and asked mi 4 dinner. so yea. i went. like always =X i'm 2 easily persuaded. after dinner went 2 timezone. still din get 2 play that darn game... INSUFFICIENT FUNDS T_T so yea. lol. lawd. luf all u want .&lt;br /&gt;neways here i am. and thats all i haf 2 sae. doggy pee stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112714003308028582?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112714003308028582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112714003308028582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112714003308028582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112714003308028582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-is-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112688402790326285</id><published>2005-09-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:20:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of da week. weeee. went 2 skl at 7.04 today. =D rarely happens. it's quite an accomplishment! =D =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths test today. sucked. if tyco enuf might pass. owell. then later was physics. do the wave thingy again. no test (lkc scammmer la). then had cme. a huge mess again. and then came english. did the compre thing.. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae i held the class attendance list that came in frum the thumb in machine. lol then wasted time by seeing expressions on other ppl face when i tell them i noe their ic numbers =X (numbers were on the class attendance list =\) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school. went to burger king wif sam, xinyi, zhen, wanping, illyana and saleha. 3 guys had the bbq turkey bacon dbl while the rest had the "~Chicken sandwich meal!~" =X =X (those hu were wif us will understand tis ) then i was laughing madly and laughed so much practically everyone couldn't eat and lost their appetite =X and i downed all the fries =D then took neo prints. bad idea =X took whacky pictures. so whacky that i dun even dare 2 look at them =X (but then again. thats my usual attitude towards pictures wif me in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. went home changed and stuff tehn go zhen hse 2 waste time. learnt canon in d. first few notes =X. then came bak home and guess wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house de main gate neva close. and a stray dog enters. now i end up having a stray dog sleeping under the coffee table which is under my leg. =&lt;br /&gt;weird day eh.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112688402790326285?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112688402790326285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112688402790326285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112688402790326285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112688402790326285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day-of-da-week.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112662820328654516</id><published>2005-09-14T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:16:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored. new term has started. homework start to flood our daily lives again. lives are now so normal that. it's hard 2 believe that a week of holiday passed by just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started reading a new comic book series. resumed listening 2 chinese songs again. Mayday's Zhi Zu is awesome =X. rushed up on last minute homework again. yep. same as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuku's birthdae was yesterday. sho. happi birthday kuku. neva got him a gift. owell. just like almost every guy out there whom i neva gave b'dae gifts to. =D. obsessed wif wu yue tian's zhi zu. =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did badly 4 term 3. got 17 for chinese. i bet no one can beat that score. yep. and failed my science.. ah well. all cuz i didn't understand chem. moles and stuff. all i understand that i have 2 distinct moles on my right cheek. =D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. changed my blog skin too. not really taht a big of a deal. but... i still like to note it out =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112662820328654516?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112662820328654516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112662820328654516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112662820328654516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112662820328654516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112616731189350121</id><published>2005-09-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:15:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now updating at zhen's hse. nice. comfy. isolated. far. yep. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days always hang out at zhen hse 4 a long time =X it's jus sho comfy. whole house air-conditioned. sho nice. if only my own hse was fully air-conditioned. then i'd neva wanna leave home =P =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae ah todae... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths remedial in the morning. like usual. sian. after that head to musique room for choir. to go try the costume. the costume was a silk blue shirt, black long pants, black blazer and a yellow tie. quite nice. =D. makes me look like a boss of sum company.. and most of all it makes me look lots thinner =X. afta tat. met wif henderik then cum here lor. then had lunch lor. all guys eat. all girls drink (xcept 4 1 ger hu dun eat or drink)gers all dun eat.. 2pid. sho thin le still dun want to eat. later become a bag of bones :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. holiday sho nice. dun need sleep early, wake up early. can sleep late. and wake up late. weee =X =X i jus luv 2 krap. =D well. thats all i guess. yep. yep yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112616731189350121?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112616731189350121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112616731189350121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112616731189350121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112616731189350121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/now-updating-at-zhens-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112573396502472289</id><published>2005-09-03T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:52:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY got a new phone! Nokia 6030. It's not really all that great.. but it's still better then my crap motorola C650 =D. the few features i find neat are the radio.. and the phone design and it's capacity to store more then 12 sms! =D (my blardy ex-phone cud only store 13 sms and it's full.. dumb) the rest is... pretty plain actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September holidays are here. 1 week of holiday. even though holiday's are here.. and ppl will totally forget school 4 that period of time, things here are totally diffrent. firstly. holiday homework is still as plenty as ever. there's maths remedial too.. (OUR CLASS ONLY! -.-") and choir practices... and my design tech drawing too. these few things can take up most of my precious holiday. 2pid. they shud just cancel the holiday and give us normal classes instead.. that way homework wld be a lot less. holiday's meant 4 relaxing and slacking. not homework. 2bad schools dun know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to project superstar's news. Wei lian won. dumb (i can hear wei lian's fans screaming at me rite now). in my perspective kelly shud had won. her singing was amazing, totally rawked when singing wif wei lian and JJ (wei lian couldn't even be heard) owell. at least tis shows that singaporeans have enuf sympathy to make a loser to a winner. one pattern i noticed is that. whoever i support. end up losing. freaky eh? =X first it was silver. and poof off she goes. then derrick. and poof off he goes too. then kelly and boom off she goes too. mayb i'm their jinx, hu knows =X =X =X aniwaez. tis is wad the last few days was abt. yep. yep yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112573396502472289?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112573396502472289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112573396502472289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112573396502472289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112573396502472289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-got-new-phone-nokia-6030.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112549810647486547</id><published>2005-08-31T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:21:46.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!...... i've only said those 3 words ONCE today....and 2 ah hai at that.. weird. was expecting 2 say the phrase 2 more then 1 teacher... but.. owell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day celebration. did the aces day excersice in the morning... quite hilarious la. 3F de ppl were like screaming chants. Chants like "Mr Oh Kian Tee", "Bird Tong Chai, Sabai Sabai", "Wei Ming Chu Hai, Xiao Mie Hu Zi" and stuff like that. farnie farnie. dunno which class oso sang happy birthday 2 sum unknown dude. Like 2 cause big commotions la they all =P larky my shoe din fly off 2dae... cuz mr ang was infront of me.. if shoe fly. then i die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat was the teach day celeb. only watched the first performance.. was the npcc lion dance.. wasn't really paying attention la. not my type of performance owell.. then i got dragged off to choir rehearsal... din wanna go 1. then ms zarina threatened me.. dun go.. then later get blasted by her. Scary thought. then bo pian go lor. end up miss out all the gd performances blardy baldy fark la. end up rehearse and rehearse, perform de shi hou. lousy like shiet. 2 years++ of humiliation ya know? you'd think that after 2 years ++ the choir wld get betta... fat chance. still as shitty T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after choir went bak musique rm get kit kat... then go bak hall watch the CO perform.. some old chinese melodies then i haf 2 get away frum performance.. AGAIN! tis time is 4 de monitor-gif-pwesent-2-teacher thingy.. end up. miss out 4/5 of the whole celebration.. lousy shiet la. after the performance... jus go home lor. then nth much happened next. just teh usual yep. yep. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112549810647486547?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112549810647486547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112549810647486547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112549810647486547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112549810647486547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112515400143723508</id><published>2005-08-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:51:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hitch is a very good movie.. and i mean it! if anyone has the chance 2 watch it.. i seriously recommend it. Meet the Fockers is ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS, even though it's rated nc-16 4 a few things that kids shouldn't see however the things the actors do... is really worth me downloading a movie off the web which i shouldn't even see. The main character's name.. is DEFINETELY one of a kind. Gaylord Focker JR, I laughed my arse off when a father wanted 2 name his child after the main character and saw the main character's name tag. Then there's a part where the baby in the movie starts saying "Ass Hoooo" (baby was trying 2 say asshole but gt it wrong) these 2 scenes alot is worth the long time i spent downloadin the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to today's events. Had a chem study group organized by jules herself together wif sarah and stephanie. Went 2 ang mo kio's library and studied there till around 5+.. i think, then we headed off 2 mac 4 dinner. (i know it's 2 damn early 4 dinner...but... owell) Was eating and talking and talking.. abt all sorts of stuff that nobody wanna knows abt. On the way bak, we saw zell and his ger.. lol, jealous of him la, got girlfriend =X then began having a bad stomachache all the way home. Yep thats about it for ta`day. Yep. Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112515400143723508?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112515400143723508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112515400143723508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112515400143723508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112515400143723508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/hitch-is-very-good-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112497191559038559</id><published>2005-08-25T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:11:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oOoOo... update.. for all those ppl out there hu always ask mi 2 update... irritating la! =X jk jk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for school today, slept too late last night cuz was doing my design tech folio... then when i handed it up, mr lim just gave it 2 Big Cross on each page, rendering my work worthless. 3 hours+ of work, just gone with 1 pen.. the irony! &lt;br /&gt;oh well... least mr lim gave me 2 more weeks of allowance sho, not sho bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had english test too.. easy as pie, but thats what i always say before i get bird shit marks... owell die then die la ^..^ sho bla and bla and bla till assembly. tis time the sec 3 neva go hall, but go lecture theatre.. not for performance but a lecture from simmy (get the pun? go lecture theatre to get lectured, i know it's lame =X ) then after that... pon tan guitar club again.. i'm sho dead. If i ever get caught by ms nur, ima gonna die a horrible death X_x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 4 lunch wif zhen and hend, crapped lots (usual me =D) and got shot wif ice bullets. after that, went home and crapped (literally =P) the post might not be nothing much.. but it's betta then nth rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112497191559038559?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112497191559038559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112497191559038559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112497191559038559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112497191559038559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/ooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112480540981879150</id><published>2005-08-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:56:49.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wHoOo change blog skin le.. after getting sho... SHO many comments.. if i don't change i'll be 4ever hounded by people.. also added a new song. by gorillaz. Really really NICE! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloaded a few movies over the few days... war of the worlds, not bad... but ending was abit weird. Lemony snicket's series of unfortunate events... quite nice=D and now downloading the island, can't wait to watch it =D after that... played scrabble wif lizzie, nana &amp; sarah yesterday played and played till we got shtuck.. then gave up and took photos instead =X i even formed a phrase which is ShO kEwL wif the 7 letters i had "FATI RUG" =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today... nothing special happened.. got caught by -cher for not bringing folio again... ran frum teachers trying 2 hound me... and so on and so forth. usual day's events =X anyways nth much 2 update la.. U ALL WANT ME UPDATE WHAT! ?_? shtop here le la.. dunno wad 2 type.. if i ever get inspired i'll be sure 2 post =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112480540981879150?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112480540981879150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112480540981879150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112480540981879150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112480540981879150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/whooo-change-blog-skin-le.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112410895953633889</id><published>2005-08-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:29:19.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh! Ohmigosssh! Nuuuuuu! How could it happen to me! It can't be... but it is. It's official, i lost my mp3 player worth $210. Got stolen... in class today. Maybe someone frum our class took it.. i dunno. Whichever dumbass that took my mp3...... i'm gonna..&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. no point grumbling over stolen mp3s right.? just have to tell me mum and hope she'll take it well..(fat hope =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. on to today's events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school all tired and lethargic... had dnt test.. did alright (i guess) after dnt, went bak 2 class 4 cheenah. then.. THEN! we had another test. pathetic right? I swear mr lim and mr lim must have a secret conspiracy to dump a test on us on the same day. after school skipped choir =X went 2 zhen hse. teached him abt sum new game while he went to play the organ. then after tat went to causeway to collect me mum's spoilt handphone.. then they told me that it was not ready, due 2 the harddrive getting corroded or sumthing.. waste my time and energy! then went home =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been thinking. if.. IF i had the ability to control ppl's minds... (evil grin) =X thinking about many maNy MANY diffrent scenarios. (ain't gonna type them out here, too ebil =X) but wouldn't it be really kewl to peek into other people's minds and make them bend to your will. No more having to waste $$, no more problems about being single =X  ah well, impossible dream for anybody. ah well. &lt;br /&gt;might as well stop here. too tired. i bet i'd sleep until tml morning and still be tired for school tml =X bai buaiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood - lethargic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112410895953633889?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112410895953633889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112410895953633889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112410895953633889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112410895953633889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhhh-ohmigosssh-nuuuuuu-how-could-it.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112393794037156975</id><published>2005-08-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:59:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WilLy wOnkA! =X went to watch Charlie and the Chocolate factory today, wanted to watch together with the whole lit gang, but was too impatient =P sho end up i brought my lil sis to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a pwetty good movie, out of 10.. i'll give it a 7.5 =D Johnny Depp make a gd willy wonka... i think (din read the book itself sho if he sucked at being willy wonka... ah well) halfway thru the movie.. when the kids got into trouble and all willy cud do was laugh.. i began thinking taht Willy Wonka was a deranged sadistic person... lol silly me =X after the movie went 4 dinner at the thai restaurant at chong pang... was okay, but i prefer pizza and jap food over thai food anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was practically a holiday week. Monday halfday, tue national day (i performed the mass hand signing and became roasted =P), wed school holiday, thurs and fri abit of school.. and then it's the weekend holiday again! =X even had a change of phone, frum my crappy motorola C650 to a samsung phone... (4got what model but definitely betta then my c650 =X) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Backtracking* national day on tuesday was alright i guess. Set off for marina south at around 1+.. arrived at around 2 and was just sitting on the handsigners stand for like 5 hours till the sun set. Was hot and sweaty, worse of all everyone was cramped together.. i swear.. a rainy day would be sho much betta. Then when we did the Singapore wave, everyone jumped and cheered.. funny thing was, some people were throwing rubbish frum the top as they jumped and cheered... was laughing madly when i saw sum1 dump a kfc whipped potato container frum the top and it hit sum1 on the head. Fireworks at marina was awesome.. DEFINETELY better then padang, since marina was right beside the padang, we had the fortune to witness double fireworks =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaez.. i guess the sequence for the paragraphs ain't in chronological order.. pwetty messed up. but hu cares =X gtg now.. tata~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112393794037156975?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112393794037156975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112393794037156975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112393794037156975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112393794037156975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/willy-wonka-x-went-to-watch-charlie.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112221762876249407</id><published>2005-07-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:07:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah... hectic life nowadays..before i start, this is a warning to readers of my blog. This is gonna be a "rant" post so if rants are offensive to you, i'd suggest you just click on the X at the top right hand corner of the screen or visit my links section and  browse another person's blog. alright now back to my "rant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i get home from school, i'd just flop on the bed and instantly go off to lala land, my body's getting more and more fatigued. I even start getting backaches now. My studies are a mess too.. already found it hard just keeping up with chemistry before the holidays, and now.. after the holidays when i've practically forgotten most of the stuff.. even harder lessons appear, and now i have absolutely no idea what the hell i'm doing in chemistry.. (just like the way i used to be in maths during sec 2... and i'll end up getting crappy marks again) Even literature  which is one of my favourite subjects is getting harder... I seem to have lost my ability to write long lit essasy. All my lit homework are just answered with short useless lines.. mixed together with new teachers who practically have problems teaching us with their new teaching methods.. my studies are a total WRECK. Wonder how i'm gonna pass my "O"s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone visits other people blogs.. they would know that.. at least 80% of the people in our school have problems at homes..and I.. am no exception. Even though i seem to be cheery in school everyday and look like i lead a happy life, I'm actually not.. my parents are on really really bad terms now. My Father and mother practically  Ignore each other now, they don't even talk to each other no more.To make it worse, my father even gets himself sue-ed by others.. and almost had stuff from my home to be taken and sold in an auction.. my mum also have done things which even I feel ashamed to post here.. my parents' marriage are on the verge of breakdown.. sumtimes i even hear my mum jesting abt a divorce or who'd i choose to go wif if they really divorce.. i even hear my mum talking abt chasing my dad outta the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is really screwed up.. parents causing so much conflict that a child's childhood which is sooo precious to them is inevitably ruined. A kid's happy life is ruined thanks to the dumb actions of adults.. why can't adults just stay the way they are and then life would be perfect... I know i have to face the real world sooner or later. After my O's everything will be difficult. My only source of comfort are my games and books/comics.. not friends cuz i can't seem to ever find a friend whom i can call my "best" friend whom i can share my secrets with.. everyone just seems so distant.. in their own world. Everyday i put on a face.. deep inside i know it's just a facade acting all cheery like nothing bothers me. I even find it hard to communicate with people now.. sometimes i even feel like being isolated is better then being with friends who only know your "face" and not the true me. Like an outcast i am. not able to fit into any group. A pathetic excuse for a human, thats what i am. owell.. enuf of my ranting.. gonna stop here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112221762876249407?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112221762876249407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112221762876249407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112221762876249407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112221762876249407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-112075507017693825</id><published>2005-07-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:51:10.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ahem* greetings all readers of my blog (gonna spare you guys/gals all the long time no blog crap =D) and let's get down to today's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.. again! fever too. i wonder why, fevers like to hit me at the most unusual-est of time. in 2 months i'm down with it like.. 3 times. first time was at the start of the holidays, 2nd time was at the end of holidays and the 3rd time is... in school. thought i could endure the sickness till after guitar club, but.... when it's time for geo... i was practically sleeping with a major headache and had 2 be sent home (owell). when i got home... around 12pm+, i practically slept all the way to 8pm... avid sleeper =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm continue being sick till tomorrow, i can skip school! *whoo!* aniwaez. i'm starting to detest DnT more and more... 2 little practical, 2 many drawings and theory lessons, compared to the F&amp;N group who get to cook every now and then =P (at least i think it's this way) 2 make matters worse, a meddlesome teacher with a LoUsY attitude had 2 bother himself with our class -.-" on a side note, my face is practically bursting with pimples now... must be some kinda hormonal imbalance thing, owell.. time 2 apply more pimple cream =X aniwaez.. ima stopping here now.. major headache sessiong getting to me again.. cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-112075507017693825?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112075507017693825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=112075507017693825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112075507017693825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/112075507017693825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahem-greetings-all-readers-of-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111919532790419837</id><published>2005-06-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:35:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vroom~~ time really flies by when you are least noticing it. 1 more week till school re-opens, kinda want school to open so that I can socialize with school mates again, and yet I have this part of my mind which wants school to stay closed so I can continue slacking and play the rest of the time =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Huge pile of homework is still lieing inside my bag which has been untouched.. for like ages!! AGES!! last 2 weeks, did not have any sense of urgency to do homework, so I just brushed it off whenever I felt like doing homework. Now school's starting and the realization of having to rush homework in less then 7 days hit me.. HARD! So many work to do, so little time, and to make it even worse... I got no idea what to start with! =X I'm so damn screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, being already so darn screwed, i'm still going out with henderik tomorrow &gt;.&lt; I'm hopeless. Nowadays, I've been thinking how I'd look like if I were to go get my long hair styled, and what type of style to get..definetly no spike for me :P I'd look retarded. Anyways, I'm stopping here now, before I pluck all my hair out thinking of something to post =P cheerio~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111919532790419837?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111919532790419837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111919532790419837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111919532790419837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111919532790419837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/vroom-time-really-flies-by-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111910473454811272</id><published>2005-06-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:25:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HoLa! long time sinced i blog (this phrase has been used lots of times &gt;.&lt;) either had nothing to blog or was too tired to blog so bite me =X. Went to watch mr and mrs smith today, not a bad movie... give it 7/10 lotsa scenes where brad pitt and angelina jolie... ahem &gt;.&lt; I myself thought the movie should be rated NC-16.. oh well why complain when i get to watch =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's story was kinda ridiculous if u look at it overall. "2 assasins, got married, got a job 2 kill each other, started argueing with each other, had sex, patched up and finished the baddies together" but I must admit, seeing brad and jolie.. ahem... was really fun =X after that, went 2 buy takoyaki (lol i absolutely am obsessed with takoyaki =X)then went home =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Jay Chou's Piao Yi (Initial D Main theme) is absolutely nice =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry for my short blog update, I promise to give a LONGER update next time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111910473454811272?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111910473454811272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111910473454811272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111910473454811272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111910473454811272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/hola-long-time-sinced-i-blog-this.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111829243506047511</id><published>2005-06-09T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:47:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been a Long LoNg Time since i blogged, had nothing to blog and when i finnaly have something to blog... i get too tired to blog &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to sentosa the last 2 days for job attachment at underwater world, gave up my chance to go to OBS camp (I Can begin to hear people screaming at me "Wtf! U Gave Up OBS!" and stuff liddat) first day at sentosa, had briefing.. visited underwater world (lol i neva get sick of the moving belt at the tunnel &gt;.&lt;) then visited dolphin lagoon to watch their dolphin show and touch da pink dolphins! (PINK dolphiNS Are Not Smooth! They'r skin r so freaky leathery!) then came the 2nd day at sentosa, finnaly began 2 work. 9 of us arrived at underwater world and we ended up cleaning tanks... and guess what, the minute i stepped into the water filled tank... i slipped and got my whole body wet (The only one among the 9 person group to get fully wet &gt;.&lt;) ended up cleaning the rusts off the wall, kinda fun ya know.. 2 be fully wet in clothes =X (I even managed to see otters UP Close! The way otters eat... is sho freaking cute! LoL) After spending like 2 hours at the underwater world, our group went to dolphin lagoon. Guys handled crowd control while girls did ushering.. really boring so not gonna go on abt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dolphin lagoon, we had like 1hour+ of free time b4 our bus came so our grp (The Fida Tribe! Led by Ms Norfida! &gt;.&lt;) Took a walk along palawan beach.. all the way to siloso beach, i swear... that i'm neva gonna walk that far again! Our grp met up with ms zarina's grp and the guys somehow managed to borrow a volleyball... and everyone began playing volleyball (Pathetic playing -.-")After that everyone went home and the job attachment was finnaly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually had more to blog.. but was kinda lazy, and i know today's blog is abit messy so pardon me. (I was eating and blogging at the same time ;) )Oh and i finnaly changed my blog music to Robert Miles's Children (Real nice!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111829243506047511?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111829243506047511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111829243506047511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111829243506047511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111829243506047511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/been-long-long-time-since-i-blogged_09.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111764104236070856</id><published>2005-06-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:50:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this in a e-mail sent by sarah, Tong Hua (Fairytale) by Guang Liang. Translated into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have forgotten how long was it, &lt;br /&gt;Since I last heard you, &lt;br /&gt;Telling me your favorite story, &lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for a very long time, &lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to feel paranoid, &lt;br /&gt;Did I make any mistakes again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came and tell me with the tears in &lt;br /&gt;your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;That fairytales are all lies, &lt;br /&gt;Its impossible for me to be your prince &lt;br /&gt;charming, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will not understand, &lt;br /&gt;After the moment when you said you &lt;br /&gt;loved me, &lt;br /&gt;The stars in my sky, are beginning to &lt;br /&gt;shine and shimmer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im willing to be, the angel you love, &lt;br /&gt;In the fairytales, &lt;br /&gt;Open my arms wide, &lt;br /&gt;And let it become wings, to protect you, &lt;br /&gt;You have to believe, &lt;br /&gt;Believe that we will be like the fairytale, &lt;br /&gt;With happiness and joy as the ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is our beautiful ending &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the lyrics and the song together, great translation ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm starting to feel better now! hoo-farking-ray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111764104236070856?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111764104236070856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111764104236070856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111764104236070856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111764104236070856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/found-this-in-e-mail-sent-by-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111752118096218638</id><published>2005-05-31T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:33:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>g..gaou &gt;.&lt; haven't been blogging much these few days have i? mid yr exam results were released last friday, surprisingly my mum took it real well. didn't even bother to nag, maybe because the only failures were the 2 subjects she knows i can never cope with. owell, no point crying over spilt milk. and i thought things were gonna be smooth sailing, when the worst hits me. Sickness. Fever, Sore throat, cough and flu hits me all at once.. when i wanna fall sick, it just doesn't come, and when i wanna stay healthy i had to fall sick. bleaghx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, not gonna talk more about tis. need to get some darned deserved rest &gt;.&lt; will blog more after i recover ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111752118096218638?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111752118096218638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111752118096218638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111752118096218638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111752118096218638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/g.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111667079805730167</id><published>2005-05-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:19:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whumsi-popsicle, it's another dull and rainy saturday here in Singapore. spent the whole day at home slacking and gaming (excluding the 1 hour that I spent in north point window shopping &gt;.&gt;).Rain, reminds me of sleeping &gt;.&gt;. Was too tired to update yesterday, mainly because i spent half a day moving from admiralty to woodlands (on foot) then all the way to orchard rd and back to school to fundraise for NKF, and all i raised was a meager $10+ after 4 hours of begging (i admit, i'm pathetic at speaking to strangers). class was split to many groups, my grp was quite enthusiastic at first, but when we heard that to complete our 2nd task we each had to raise $25. and with only 20mins before we had to go back. My group just lost it's enthusiasm instantly. and i ended up eating at mac &gt;.&gt; [all i think of is food? maybe &gt;.&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen to techno and chinese songs in the past [because 90% of my school's population are mad about these 2 genres] and stopped listening to them after i got addicted to eng and jap music. thats when i again got addicted 2 techno and chinese songs after i heard a nice techno song, and became mesermized by guang liang's songs [and no i am not gay =)] and now i'm re-establishing my techno and chi song empire in my pc [I sure am indicisive aren't I &lt;.&lt;] anyways now that i'm always sleeping the minute i come back from school, i rarely have time to update my blog, so i'll most probably update every 2-3 days [i don't think it actually bothers anybody, since nobody checks my blog that often]. Ohwell, gonna stop here before i go off ranting about stuff which nobody bothers about. CiAoz~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111667079805730167?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111667079805730167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111667079805730167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111667079805730167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111667079805730167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/whumsi-popsicle-its-another-dull-and.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111642626919253284</id><published>2005-05-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:24:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoo-fucking-ray, just less then 2 weeks b4 holidays begin. can't wait &gt;.&gt; got back my results in the last few days, was preety pathetic, failed 3 subjects in 1 day (my heart cannot tahan! &gt;.&gt; jk) and those that i passed, passed by a few marks only. Gee, should haf put in more effor, owell, that's just like me &gt;.&gt; cannot be serious even during exam period. Anywayz ain't gonna talk abt exam results nemore, 2 depressive (as if i will actually get depressed over smth like tis &lt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was preety eventful (i can imagine you guys screaming "&lt;br /&gt;finnaly!" &gt;.&gt;) didn't even touch my textbooks for the whole day [Oh Sweet Freedom!] talked abt "naruto" during mt period, then had badminton for PE. lost 3 consecutive rounds (ahhh cheaters &gt;.&gt;) after that went 4 the monitor &amp; prefect workshop thingy (I'm not a monitor nor a prefect, i went as sub 4 mi class monitor. see, i so nice 2 bully &gt;.&gt;) then played monopoly during core geog, and slacked summore throughout free period (ms ang wasn't here) after that, henderik came over 2 my hse 2 make his bloggy (Side note: Visit henderik's blog at http://youwldnvrbereplaced.blogspot.com/ )gonna stop here now. Rushing 2 time , need 2 fly bak 2 moi's anime &gt;.&gt; till nxt time ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111642626919253284?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111642626919253284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111642626919253284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111642626919253284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111642626919253284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoo-fucking-ray-just-less-then-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111608708521132637</id><published>2005-05-15T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:11:25.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoopie - doo.... happy b'dae moi~ i'm finnaly lived through 15 painstalking years of my pathetic life. a birthday that's like any normal day. parents gave me $100 bucks 2 spend, and i got a mouse for my laptop from py,jule,char &amp; grace (thanks, just what i needed &gt;.&gt;) and thats about all i actually got. Pathetic eh? I bet the people who remembered my birthday are less then 1% of all the people i know, i lead a sad sad life &gt;.&gt; (that's kinda corny, oh wth couldn't care less). And, to top if off, i celebrated my b'dae by myself with KFC's 2pc chicken daily savers and a box of takoyaki~. Unique? i guess so~ &gt;.&gt; anywayz dunno waht 2 update anymore, did horrible for exams and now life feels so empty. Oh well, gonna stop here and go back 2 wallowing in self-pity. CiAo ~ &lt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111608708521132637?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111608708521132637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111608708521132637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111608708521132637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111608708521132637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/whoopie-doo.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111522000389202066</id><published>2005-05-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:20:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Rants?</title><content type='html'>I've done it again, changed moi blog's layout again. (I wonder why i keep changing layouts &gt;.&gt;)changed song too. Found out that iwebtunes.com contains adware/spyware/virus shitz and i stopped using it (cuz my comp got infected by my own blog -.-" how pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is on the day after tomorrow, and here I am still blogging, just wonderful. Guess I'm a born slacker eh? I've just re-read all of my blog entries and some entries from other blogs (bored -..-") and I discovered that people just love to whine and complain about many many things, with so many things to complain about it just seems like I was born to complain and nothing else. Pretty eventful life eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading other people's blogs, I was thinking, people have best friends and worst enemies in their lives right? Yet, I'm unlike others. I don't have a best friend neither a person who I hate to the core. (I do have some that I terribly detest &gt;.&gt;) Maybe this is also the reason why I never could fend for myself. If a bully was to arise, I'd probably just give in &gt;.&gt; (Oh Woe Is Mie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to stop blogging here, need to get some shut eye before I also begin to rant &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111522000389202066?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111522000389202066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111522000389202066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111522000389202066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111522000389202066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/philosophical-rants.html' title='Philosophical Rants?'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111478104499770476</id><published>2005-04-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:21:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A New Record</title><content type='html'>Today's a very important day! And a crappy 1 at that, had my very first exam of the year (tests don't count as exams &gt;.&lt;) had my Eng and Chi compo, and i don't think i did very well.. owell, what's done is done, no point crying over goat's milk &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, solved a difficult puzzle earlier, a puzzle which has less then 4000 ppl completing it in a day and i completed it in less then 2 hours =D, mayb all the mystery solving anime has rubbed some of it's mystery solving skills off on me &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, here's the link 2 the puzzle i did &lt;a href="http://flash.qbol.net/pl;p/youxi/images/04042203.swf/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; , try beating my record &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solve it in less then 2 hours &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111478104499770476?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111478104499770476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111478104499770476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111478104499770476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111478104499770476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/making-new-record.html' title='Making A New Record'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111452113402030277</id><published>2005-04-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:12:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, my usual routine of doing hmwk in the middle of the night has been thrown off balance, my constant stream of blogging,anime,music,mangas (comic bks)has taken up most of my time and i've been ignoring my work... and the exams are just a few weeks away (i feel like crying T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just wonder how i can even manage to get myself totally distracted right before the exam period and survive through high school. well, mayb i'm the only 1 that's like tis, can't be helped, i'm special &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going over my list of estimated exam results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English       : (80% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;Physics &amp; Chem: (70% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese       : (Less then 30% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics   : (Less then 50% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;E.Literature  : (65% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;D and T       : (60% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: (65% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;Core Geography: (60% passing percentage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i'm always not good in my studies, mayb cuz i'm 2 happy-go-lucky?&lt;br /&gt;and yea, i know i have pathetic passing percentage (so like i say, bite me) can't help it &gt;.&lt; anywayz i'm planning 2 make a site to post stories which i write for fun (yea yea, it's lame so bite me) and ima thinking of using blogspot 2 do it. owell, thats all ima typin 2day. baibai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111452113402030277?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111452113402030277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111452113402030277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111452113402030277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111452113402030277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/lately-my-usual-routine-of-doing-hmwk.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111434991182850549</id><published>2005-04-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:45:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 100% Expert! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You did so extremely well, even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! &lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=114 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=36 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;76%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Beginner&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=104 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=46 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;69%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Intermediate&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=135 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=15 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;90%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Advanced&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=147 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=3 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;98%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Expert&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170'&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=577245280159428717'&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a 14+year old who just woke up eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111434991182850549?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111434991182850549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111434991182850549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111434991182850549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111434991182850549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/english-geniusyou-scored-100-beginner.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111409311799726479</id><published>2005-04-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:11:12.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Kungfu FighTing!</title><content type='html'>gaouu, freaking tired day.. had 2.4km napfa run 2dae. I went 2 hell and back, tis is the reason why i never like napfa. was happily jogging when the other female p.e teacher (4got the name, oh wth) kept asking mi 2 jog slowly, and i ended up running like mad,i could haf sworn that my blardy throat was as dry as a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished in 38 pos (last i think, oh well i couldn't be bothered less) i came back and dropped on the ground, didn't even bother 2 check my timing. owell, i'm sure my timing isn't anything 2 be proud of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i changed the bgm (Back Ground Music) for the blog, used jay's simple love (i know it's old, so bite me) so there~ anywayz gonna stop blogging now, body's still freaking sore from all that running (gee~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111409311799726479?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111409311799726479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111409311799726479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111409311799726479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111409311799726479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/everybodys-kungfu-fighting.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Kungfu FighTing!'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111383130182110330</id><published>2005-04-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:35:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 9.06pm and i'm already starting 2 feel a flu coming on.. thankx 2 that huge bowl of ice kachang i ate earlier.. {poor nosE!} i wanted 2 stop, and yet.. i ended up finishing the whole bowl, hahas. Oh hail lord kachang 4 tat great tasting ice! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, today's day was not really eventful... none of my days are, so i shouldn't start complaning. Slept at 2am last night, for my 1 man show english essay. Gee, my group sure is trustworthy and dependable. I was like sleeping through my morning shower lucky i snapped outta it, but i was practically Half-asleep throughout the journey 2 school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On da way 2 school, i stopped by 7-11 and bought a copy of the fruits basket manga, english version. Fyi, i neber buy chinese comic books.. mainly cuz it's a chore 2 read chinese and secondly the quality is lousier. In School, had a physics test {don't think i'll score for this test} then slacked through chem. Then my most hated subject arrived, along with a very very hateful teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher just had to give us composition, not like i really care cuz i never hand in my work, but it just pisses me off.. constantly nagging at us 2 buy new books just cuz we didn't bring our book. ONCE!. I gave up and went out for a short walk on the pretense of buying books. Spent some time walking around the school and when i went bak 2 class empty handed. i just gave the excuse of not havin enuf money, and the teacher bought it! wad a doof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, did moi's english wksheet during maths {dun understand maths so neber list}. I also started to write a story for fun, was having this urge to pour my imagination into something. Watch Out! Great Author Marlon is here &gt;.&lt;. Spent the whole DnT writing my story, pretty stupid way of pasting time eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were called back 2 class by mr mah cuz we neber hand up file and stuff after that, went with darrrrrreen to Northpoint's comic connection 2 buy smth he wanted, and guess what? outta stock =P. Then we went 2 the coffee shop behind yishun's bus interchange and had prawn noodle (For 3 bucks, the noodle was preety darn good) saw Jingyi, Nigel and Elvis. After that i went home in the rain and slept throughout the day in my wet uniform (dirty right? &gt;.&lt;) and here i am doing tis post. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111383130182110330?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111383130182110330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111383130182110330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111383130182110330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111383130182110330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111315293792989690</id><published>2005-04-11T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:08:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I`ll never forget this day baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out just now for a date with an old friend.we had dinner at the esplanade the service was excellent.so it was worth it. we had italian food, it was pretty nice. joked alot and cught up on times.then after we walked around the esplanade by the river,she said she was cold so i held her hands.then we stopped at the railing and then she hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she whispered it to my ears and told me that she had been waiting for me for a long time the truth was i liked her a lot in the past,but right now i wasn't ready for a relationship and i told her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid of me.she starting crying, and then i hugged her and told her not too cry.after awhile she stopped, and then she planted a small kiss on my cheek.then she looked into my eyes.my heart just melted, in my arms was a girl who loved me so much and she was even crying because i wasn't ready.don`t know what hit me, but i kissed her on her soft lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started kissing back, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth.we were frenching already.a part of me wanted to stop. i wasn`t ready for this,yet another part just told me to let it go, and let nature take it`s course.and then i did the unthinkable.we had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t know what gotten over me, but we had sex and i`m no longer a virgin now.the park was dark and she just pulled me into one of the bushesand started kissing me like crazy.next thing i knew she was already pulling my brother out of the cave and well i`m not gonna share the rest of the it.it`s going to be food for my daily rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s fucking mind blowing. sex.&lt;br /&gt;and she`s my girlfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: Whatever that was posted above is all a part of the poster's imagination, and yes, the poster is still a virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To those that believed what i posted, i got a phrase for you : "SUCKER! YOU JUST GOT DUPED &gt;.&lt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111315293792989690?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111315293792989690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111315293792989690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111315293792989690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111315293792989690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/special-night.html' title='Special Night'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111298347646718621</id><published>2005-04-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T02:04:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babiong! been a long time since i posted, either been busy or had nth else betta 2 post about &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a pweety average day, had maths in the morning, and almost concentrated on it (then mr tan had 2 blow my concentration by making me more confused &gt;.&lt;) after that came chi, wasted the period by writing words over and over [B-O-R-I-N-G].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was music, didn't know we had 2 start presenting our music project (playing on the keyboard or smth) budden mi grp, neber do nth! larky the first group spent a long time and we ended up not presenting kekez then there was DnT, we went 2 the studio just 2 find out mr lim wasn't there... [Seems like he thought the lesson was 1 period later, 2pid -.-"] went 2 workshop, saw the vacuum forming machine. Then mr lim did some explaining, when the guys went 2 the cupboard and found smth Amazing [not gonna elaborate] then the whole class ended up laughing like mad, then we did more work at the work shop and the lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went 2 Comp lab 2 to print moi CME grp project, and helped ms tay with things. The Printers there defintely don't like her, cuz wheneva she wants to print, the printer would 100% fuck up and end up causing lotsa probs [hahaha] then me, ye tat, ms tay and some girls [dunno frum where] stayed in the lab and looked at blogs (ms tay's a swaku! dunno wad blogs r &gt;.&lt;) after that me and ye tat headed home. After i reached home, plopped onto the bed after a bath until 10pm+ and did tis post (Sleepyhead :ME! ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111298347646718621?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111298347646718621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111298347646718621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111298347646718621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111298347646718621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/04/babiong-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111218878541432692</id><published>2005-03-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:19:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, seems to be an intresting day - 1st and foremost, Simple plan's concert is today! &gt;.&lt; but i dun haf the tix 2 the concert T_T then cannot go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, spent the first 40 mins of the day in hall watching the prize presentation 4 da completed sports event.. and as usual, the blues and greens got the most prizes with yellow in 3rd and red in 4th wif the least received prizes, then after that, went back 2 class and the 'supposed' chi class test was once again, shifted 2 another day. hahahaha pity those that study mad 4 the first 2 times the teacher said there were tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess, had geo. and our class had a special ViP, mrs ang the hod of wadeva came 2 supervise ms lim's teaching and the class became super 'guai', and the min she leaves, the whole class burst in relief lol. Our class deserves an award 4 havin superb actin skillz yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school was over, had lunch wif da DnT grp, then we went on the trip 2 woodgrove sec wif phillip ng 4 the d n t exhibition, wasn't really all dat fun.. but, i gotta be amazed, they'r facilities r sooooo much betta then what we had 4 the first 2 years &amp;amp; 3 months. after the exhibition, went back 2 school and then went home with kp, jk, robby, zj and sam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111218878541432692?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111218878541432692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111218878541432692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111218878541432692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111218878541432692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-seems-to-be-intresting-day-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111185832897061657</id><published>2005-03-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:32:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert ConCert!</title><content type='html'>Banzai! The much awaited band concert with friends is finnaly here!, slacked throughout the first half of the day and probably forgotten what i did anywayz, met julie at 3.30pm at Yishun MRT train platform and she passed me my concert tix she help me collect from chariz [Thx alot girl!] and then we went to city hall to meet ms tay cuz she had julie's ticket.. went there early so we walked all the way down the... "dunno-forgot-what" stretch of shops at cityhall mrt station and checked out HMV [Mega awesome library of cds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to the cityhall control station to wait for ms tay, juz 2 find out she got off the wrong station [blur sotongz right? -.-"] when she finnaly came to cityhall, we set off to vch, haha but to everyone's amazement we actually dunno how to get to vch X_X big boo boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just anyhow tikam tikam walk and almost missed the traffic light.. cuz all 3 heads was looking at the cars &gt;.&lt; [3 people standing there while the green light is flashing like blur sotongz, omg i think i'm infected with the blur disease] then we finnaly manged to get to vch and went to grab seats [waaa complimentary tickets get to sit in circle seats... ima SOO jealous &gt;.&lt;] during the concert sat with julie till interval and sam came over... sam sure knows how to make things entertaining (not gonna elaborate abt that) and during the concert.. everyone was like dee siao siao screaming out "William, Osburg, Elsin &amp; Ou Kian Tee" Hahahaha and i was like laughing till my lungs hurt. and the result is... Fajar Sec, Most groovy. Woodlands Sec, Most coordination [Damn u gotta see how they move] CCHY Band, Is Still as good as ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert went to isetan's kfc and had dinner with jul, then after dinner we went to borders at wheelock place to read mags for free... I never knew that there was Soooooooo many magazines available there... and the amount of cheapstake peeps hu go there 2 read 4 free.. haha&lt;br /&gt;went home at around 9+ and ended the day with this post lolz =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's Only A Fairy Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111185832897061657?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111185832897061657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111185832897061657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111185832897061657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111185832897061657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/concert-concert.html' title='Concert ConCert!'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111168144020321328</id><published>2005-03-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:26:43.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WooT! Gonna attend the band's concert tis sat and thank god for extra tix. Today was pretty fine, had the first 2 periods sleeping in the hall during mdm sue's social studies lesson.. teaching a whole level, must hafta been tough on her, 2 bad i couldn't focus, waz 2 bz sleeping &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, slacked off during CME lesson and had a reaaali nice walk during recess outside school =D. after recess slept somemore during chemistry (I'm starting to find it hard to understand chemistry T_T) and finished off with a chinese listenin compo instead of assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for Ms Lim for extra band concert tix but ended up getting interviewed by mdm sue for the job attachment.. got accepted too, hahax how funnie things ended up. Wasted more time during guitar club (only 2 juniors.. no instructor watcha expect?) and went home with Cy. stopped by comics connection in north point and lucky me, i grabbed the last issue of "Game Axis March =X" and went home after that.. what a boring life i lead, dont ya think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i changed the whole layout "again" this time it's a layout of naruto, i know pink is kinda girlish but wth? it's the designers fault and ima lazy to change the colour so ima leave it at that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;There Is No Labrynith Where I Can't Get Out From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111168144020321328?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111168144020321328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111168144020321328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111168144020321328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111168144020321328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/woot-gonna-attend-bands-concert-tis.html' title=''/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111150068131596118</id><published>2005-03-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:11:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuuu.. Not another person who reached 15!!</title><content type='html'>Harpy Birthdae JiaBing!, The Potato-head girl of 1/2 B has finnaly reached the age of 15! [nuuu another person who is faster then moi] sry, din get u a present... again X_x however i wish u enjoy ur future 15 yr old life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again time passes by so fast, in a blink of an eye, it's already approaching the end of march... and the next thing we know we'd be approaching exams...  [nuuuuuuuuuuu &gt;.&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae was a normal anyhu dae, had mr tan's e.maths class todae and i swear ima never gonna understand congruency (at least i think thats how u spell it) and had 1 period of lit (my fav subject of 2005!) was released around 2 hours earlier todae cuz, 1/4 of the school had to go to the stadium 4 the sports day heats. Went off early and grabbed a bite at KFCs wif hong yew, ordered the crispy chicken *yum! Yum!* and ate my supa-dupa mashed potato sitrred together wif chicken bits, then that hy had 2 spoil it all by dumpin chilli sauce into it.. waaaaaaaaa my creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that and wanted to actually get online asap but fate jus has 2 play with me... had a power outage until 5.30pm and was darn bloody hot!, refridgerator became warm, fan went dead and paper fans are useless.. and i still have my DnT drawings and geog proj to finish... die die muz fly &gt;.&lt; anywayz gonna stop here le.. hafta "pIa" my work now, sayonara miina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oli oli eh? o***rg ah ma bo cheng kor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111150068131596118?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111150068131596118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111150068131596118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111150068131596118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111150068131596118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/nuuu-not-another-person-who-reached-15.html' title='Nuuu.. Not another person who reached 15!!'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111129336413765703</id><published>2005-03-20T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:38:30.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haizz..&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>*Yawn* just came bak from a 3d 2n cruise on superstar virgo to nowhere, i've been on that ship for like more then 10x that it's like a 3rd home to me [2nd is school] basically all i did there was slept most of the time [boring yah?] mayb cuz it was air conditioned 24hrs so i could sleep real well &gt;.&lt; and i jus love their buffet =X and onboard the cruise i played initial D [arcade game] and i jus discovered ima really bad at driving games =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting again tml, holiday blues approaching.. oh nuuuu! didn't even touch my homework and projects throughout the 1 week holiday.. and ima gonna be sooooo dead when school re-opens.... and ms ang even e-mailed me to do my homework... wad a caring teacher eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i found tis real nice personality quiz, one's a gundam quiz  &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Trinity323c7/quizzes/Gundam%20Seed%20Character%20Quiz"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/Trinity323c7/quizzes/Gundam%20Seed%20Character%20Quiz&lt;/a&gt;[for all gundam fans] and another 1 is a quiz for girls &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elemental-Cat-Demon/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20An%20Anime%20Character%20What%20Would%20You%20Look%20Like%3F(Girls%20Only)/"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/Elemental-Cat-Demon/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20An%20Anime%20Character%20What%20Would%20You%20Look%20Like%3F(Girls%20Only)/&lt;/a&gt; real cute quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_x now ima feel real tired, mayb cuz i didn't catch enough sleep.. owell nuff said ima gonna start on my school work now... jus hope i finish on time *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111129336413765703?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111129336413765703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111129336413765703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111129336413765703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111129336413765703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/haizz.html' title='Haizz..&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111104343879847049</id><published>2005-03-17T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:10:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoMe Oh so Sweet HoMe!</title><content type='html'>Chung Cheng ooI! =X dat was what i head for 3 days straight at the sec 3 camp i came back from. It was horrible and Fun at the same time! at the camp site, me, wei jie, zhen yu, roche and others were stuck in the same dorm as 3c, horrible noisy they were! but we still managed to survive. How amazing we are =X and during the camp, the trainers made us all scream and shout.. till i had a sore throat during the first day... and lost my voice during the 2nd day.. i sounded like a person who was on his deathbed! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was horrible... missed my finger licking good fast food =D, the dorm at night was really cold.. and Wj kicks people in his sleep.. oMG X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dragon boating there [came in soaked and in 3rd place.. T_T] did abeseiling [From Now On I Declare that i Officialy Have A Fear Of Heights] climbed rocks [managed to reached only the 3rd panel -.-"] and had a smashing campfire! the campfire was like the peak of the whole camp and it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i changed my template 4 the blog too... i know for people, i'm changing my blog a little too early but i thought my previous background was rather plain so i might as well change eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111104343879847049?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111104343879847049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111104343879847049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111104343879847049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111104343879847049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/home-oh-so-sweet-home.html' title='HoMe Oh so Sweet HoMe!'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111037597780951283</id><published>2005-03-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:46:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopsi doo ~</title><content type='html'>Waaaaai! Jus finished watchin Neon genesis Evangelion [an Anime that i guess many ppl haf no idea about] anyhu, enuf abt tis, back to topic &amp;_&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had P.E todae, surprisingly mr sng was like smiling throughout the lesson... and he didn't even blast at us [ohmigooose the world is starting to go whacko] and during ACE, listened to "ah HaI's" reprimanding speech.. he blamed us for not doing our duties when he himself took away the duty roster -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during core geog, ms lim was 2 bz anticipating the stadium games event that she didn't even teach and everyone was like slacking like nobody's business.. [however poor me was stuck doin hmwk T_T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was about to catch some gob at KFC when mr lim caught me first T_T, dragged me to class and forced me to take down the reg number of those wif food / drinks under their table [Gomen miina san!] After that, me and hong yew went to KFC and he treated me, weeee! we were like chowing down our food when, a girl behind us from canberra spilt her coke on her bag and dress and another grp of canberrians beside us were like talking out loud... really spoilt my appetite -..-" oh well... i tink ima gonna stop here... dun wanna bore ppl wif boring details, ya? =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111037597780951283?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111037597780951283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111037597780951283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111037597780951283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111037597780951283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/whoopsi-doo.html' title='Whoopsi doo ~'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111020527216088619</id><published>2005-03-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:21:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushed!</title><content type='html'>PEE Wee... so bushed today, Today was a heckuva day, had many outbursts all of a sudden, had to read passages out in class wif a "fake" female voice, and i got my results for moi's physics test =X did pweety well my tests if i sae so myself ^..^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytin was fine and dandy till D n T arrived... ima starting to hate DnT, teacher sux like nomads. just cuz we forgot to bring a drawing book and he forced everyone to buy a new excersise bk and re-do all the crap... and after we did everything he didn't check at all and jus dismissed us ..l.. ~d(-..-")b~ ..l..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was s'posed to have lunch at kfc wif weijie, roche, zell and zhen yu but due to choir's timing and late dismissal, had to miss the lunch (My Poor banditto!) and during choir, had tis b'dae celebration which is held every 3 months, had choco cake... 5 slices [OH MY ACHING StoMach]and had a sore throat throughout practice.... oh crap nature's call again X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suffering the pains of bowel problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111020527216088619?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111020527216088619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111020527216088619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111020527216088619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111020527216088619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/bushed.html' title='Bushed!'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10084813.post-111003747041435935</id><published>2005-03-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:44:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodle Dwee!</title><content type='html'>Waaai! Finnaly got moi's tagboard runnin, many thx to JB (didn't noe she knew how to mess wif html &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got the bgm up and running, the current bgm is called "Fantasy By Nana Katase" if anyone wants the mp3, sms or msn me i'll wham it over to u like a blitz ball ^..^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to go watch hitch, but me fwen ditched me and hitched wif another classmate T_T (Lost a fwee ticket X_X) and i spent the whole day slacking infront of the comp, and i also linked tony and jb 2 weee my blog's finnaly growin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-= Slept &amp; Slacked &amp;amp; Smacked -=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10084813-111003747041435935?l=crossingboundaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111003747041435935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10084813&amp;postID=111003747041435935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111003747041435935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10084813/posts/default/111003747041435935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingboundaries.blogspot.com/2005/03/doodle-dwee.html' title='Doodle Dwee!'/><author><name>072368W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253940141908634101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
