<?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-2766973685042486934</id><updated>2012-01-15T00:28:41.087+08:00</updated><category term='Smilez everyday...'/><category term='晴时多云偶阵雨~'/><category term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><category term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>^^Smile to keep the frowns away, smilez!^^</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-581149764528397333</id><published>2012-01-14T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:28:41.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>“八字的确有两丿”　HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!, i am still waiting for the call.</title><content type='html'>I am so damn tired. Physically! Hahaha! &lt;div&gt;Currently trying out to use my phone to blog... Seems to be going quite well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am now sitting on my bus home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH! Another day of work!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I met up with my boy in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it didn't last long, it feels good to see him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss him so much... His smell, his shoulder, his hands... HIM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHH... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was called back to work cause of the lack of manpower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good to know that I would be thought of as good assistance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in, they bothered to call when they needed help which means I provide help that is recognized and appreciated! :) YAY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After so many weeks of working, I've once again feel that I've learnt something precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship with colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dare to say that I don't like some of my colleagues. Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how you don't like certain behaviors or personality of family members or friends, I find certain feelings I derived from them hard to accept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this isn't the lesson I've learnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it is the fact that every organization or group that work together must accept each and everyone's personality and deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know how this person acts and how he or she may be like at times so, I accept it and try to understand. HENCE, not holding grudges! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmhmm! No matter how angst or upset OR IRRITATED you may be, put up with it and treat the other with equal amount of respect like any other human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it would really work out if everyone in the restaurant treats each other sincerely, with respect and look out for each other. Cause right now, I don't feel that level of teamwork yet and I doubt it'll come easy within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOW I WISH WE CAN ALL GO OUT ON ONE OF THE CNY HOLS WHEN THE SHOP IS CLOSED! :/&lt;/span&gt; But, i guess it won't happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes i am actually confused towards kindness towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True from the heart or just to make me feel good. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some i can tell, some I can't. It's a mystery. Tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, it's been decided, I am going to bring my family there next Saturday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHH...!! HEEHEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully to say, some days I feel like "why the hell am i here." when i screw up big time or when I feel those feelings i dislike. But on some other days I feel that strong bond within this small family. This two opposites make it hard to decide when i should stop working.. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. i am using my computer now.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it turns out that there's some error with the blogger via phone.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, i want to thank creator so much for sparing time to listen to my prayer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It freaking came true~! So happy!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that we'd have a full house today and yeah, FULL HOUSE OHYEAHHH~!!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU CREATOR! :D&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward to class chalet and spending time with my family (mmhmm, that includes you boy! if you ever read this line. :O)&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... GYU-KAKU GOGOGO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2766973685042486934-581149764528397333?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/581149764528397333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=581149764528397333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/581149764528397333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/581149764528397333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2012/01/hahahahahahahahhaha-i-am-still-waiting.html' title='“八字的确有两丿”　HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!, i am still waiting for the call.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3692421385270402218</id><published>2012-01-05T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:14:08.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>A friend we'll all miss undoubtedly...</title><content type='html'>5th of January... Time really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; slips past&lt;/span&gt; before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;I recall my emotions and thoughts from last year.&lt;br /&gt;They weren't that ambitious and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt;I was not serious then.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After struggling so desperately for Olevels (only D:), I realise what I lack and what I missed out throughout my secondary school life though I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would never&lt;/span&gt; regret all the fun I've had.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, going to school&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IS IN FACT&lt;/span&gt;, going to school!&lt;br /&gt;It's about studies ultimately which I don't favour.&lt;br /&gt;It's because I never really accepted this fate and my constant rejection led to such an unsteady start with a rough end..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. (i presume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my new year wishes would be to put in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; serious &lt;/span&gt;effort for my future studies and at the same time, I hope we could all gain that self-confidence we need.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 11hours time, my good friend dxy would be on a plane towards UK.&lt;br /&gt;She told me yesternight about her mixture of emotions and I shared with her my excitedness and nervousness for her.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; environment, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; identity and importantly, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; start.&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Although I ain't feeling THAT emotional about her leave, I will definitely miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4years aint a long time but 2years is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I've known dxy for 4years already but at times, she makes me wonder if I really know her. Before I can even figure this out, she's heading over to UK for 2years.&lt;br /&gt;It was when I read through her card yesternight that I recall what we went through together in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I am surely going to miss the times we discussed about certain issues&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(slight gossiping here and there)&lt;/span&gt;, the times we would go crazy and high at Karaoke sessions&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(BECAUSE OF YOU~~)&lt;/span&gt; and the good old times of each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AW MAN, I AM GOING TO MISS HER ALOAD!! AHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I believe time will fly fast like it always does and she'll be back before we can even say PEANUTBUTTER AND JAM SANDWICHES WITH LETTUCE, PICKLES AND CUCUMBERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe, girl.&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I will be brave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;             I will not let anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;     Take                   Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what's standing infront of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;              Every hour has come to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3692421385270402218?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3692421385270402218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3692421385270402218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3692421385270402218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3692421385270402218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2012/01/friend-well-all-miss-undoubtedly.html' title='A friend we&apos;ll all miss undoubtedly...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-9201983598408234870</id><published>2011-12-10T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:44:39.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Irrashiaimase Konichiwa~ :O</title><content type='html'>I didn't realise I was spending way too much time at work until recently.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I found my new stable part time job at Gyu-Kaku, I have been working there&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; almost every other day&lt;/span&gt; from 11am to 1030pm, excluding the time i wake up which is 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother thought I had work today and woke up at 7am to make brunch for me. HOHO~&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately... *drum roll*... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;today's my day off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the shop is doing now? They are about to open in around 5minutes time. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, I love my work at Gyu-Kaku. I work there not because of the money.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may sound fake to you but I would still continue working there even if they decide to pay 2dollars lesser an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that at this restaurant, all the workers are like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;one&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;We work side by side, providing our customers with the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; best service&lt;/span&gt; we can deliver.&lt;br /&gt;They pay so much not only for the food but also the service.&lt;br /&gt;We, people who belong to the restaurant family, are the front liners who face the consumers of our company.&lt;br /&gt;Allowing the customers to feel welcomed and comfortable is our duty and when they return to our restaurant for meals, it means that we have succeeded in benefiting our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, working at Gyu-Kaku, beside Sam and Benjamin (experienced people in F&amp;amp;B) has made me understand the spirit of F&amp;amp;B and gained useful experiences in handling food and also, the customers. These experience appealed more to me than the first job I had. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have also earned myself the knowledge of how different the studying realm and working society is. Studying is tiring but working brings the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;to a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whole new level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't imagine myself working 6days a week more than 12 hours a day for the rest of my life. Just working for 2 to 3 weeks there has already gotten me some eyebags, crazy hair and depleting energy levels. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I love my work&lt;/span&gt; there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i make a mistake or embarrass myself, I tend to feel rather disappointed because I made known to myself the general knowledge i lacked! GRR!&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that my efficiency is rather low and I complete tasks given to me at a slow rate, makes the people working around me agitated. HAHAHA, I AM trying my best to improve though and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of my time here in Gyu-Kaku is to make everyone's physically tiring day at work a lot more cheerful and enjoyable :D (without getting us all nagged at or scolded~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GYU-KAKU ANCHORPOINT GOGOGO!!! :]&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I am going to treat my family at Gyu-Kaku in January. muahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-9201983598408234870?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/9201983598408234870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=9201983598408234870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/9201983598408234870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/9201983598408234870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/12/irrashiaimase-konichiwa-o.html' title='Irrashiaimase Konichiwa~ :O'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5569266618474720270</id><published>2011-11-22T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:24:40.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Hardworking people are beautiful~ Are you one of them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt; week for many these few days!&lt;br /&gt;I completed my very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; part time job on Sunday! WHOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;And for yesterday + today + tomorrow, I decided to participate in TPRAWKS! (background cheering)&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been a week plus since the end of Os, it feels like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONTHS&lt;/span&gt; to me~ HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;The after effects of Olevels... i guess?&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;赚钱难，花钱超容易!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up the agency offer from xinyue along with president and we entered the crazy and messy workplace with zeal and nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;The uniform check was strict and I was sent back into the toilet a few times! (ARGH!)&lt;br /&gt;The uniform collection area was SO COOL! It reminded me so much of the movie "Monster Inc" HAHAHA! Our uniforms were cool too, i guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall skip everything and go straight to the actual hardwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canupus&lt;/span&gt; (Is this how you spell it?! :O)&lt;br /&gt;What we basically have to do is enter the kitchen, collect a long dish with cute, small snacks, exit the kitchen, serve the guests, enter the kitchen, send the dirty dishes to the cleaning corner, return to your chef and the whole cycle REPEATS over and over!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i entered and exited more than 30 times!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not sure how many but, seriously, no joke, MANY TILL I CANNOT COUNT!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kitchen was filled with cheeky chefs that were irritating... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Let me attempt narrating the ball room scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Everywhere was dark and smelt like a mixture of wine, beer and perfume except for the kitchen. I was threading from one end of the football sized ballroom to the other amongst the seemingly endless walls that engulfed me, being extra careful not to hit into any guests or cause any trouble for myself by spilling the food. It was difficult to see any of their faces due to mine and their height. It was exceptionally challenging to speak up because of the booming music. Before I knew it, my arms longed for a break so much that they showed me overt unhappiness. I felt elated and jubilant about smiling and serving and I would definitely do it again some time without a doubt. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, we received our pay at the end of the day and rushed for our free ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't quite make it so.. we had to wait for the 1:30 am ride for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to stay awake but I did doze off along the way... *heehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My beloved shoes loved me so much they bit me and painted passion red on the sides of my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~ Work was fun. HAHA. But, definitely tiring!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPRAWKS DAY 2 &amp;gt; Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing about Day 1 was the visit to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; School of Design&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;SUPER TEMPTING! :O&lt;br /&gt;One word. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Professional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Their study environment was like an actual office! Everyone sorta have their own space to produce brilliant designs of all sorts! GAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of apparel design, art work or media, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL OF THEM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;BLEW MY MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AWAY!&lt;/span&gt; WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to feel proud of my work for once!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohya and erm.. when i was walking through, i actually wished i had a boyfriend from design. HEH, in my dreams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... DAY 2!&lt;br /&gt;Time passed so much faster compared to yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I had SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun today!&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a visit to the School of Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mind = blown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. again.&lt;br /&gt;The students are so damn talented. gah..!&lt;br /&gt;Shall not reveal the awesome products I saw. Go see for yourself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fantastic~ BK rodeo wings rawk!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had the hip-hop lesson~ Learnt a new choreo~&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~ The lessons we took last time came in handy~ At least we know how to do the stretching. had fun~&lt;br /&gt;Then, we moved on to games!~&lt;br /&gt;WHOOTS! My team pwned the game! *Faints* so much teamwork~ hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Afterthat, we went for... *drumroll* DRAGON BOATING! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is seriously addictive.&lt;br /&gt;The wind against your face, people shouting the timing all around you and your paddle pushing against the waters!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, we got splashed all over by the in-charge dudes! :(&lt;br /&gt;They purposely walk past you and use their beakers to scoop water and pour it all over you.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH! T_T&lt;br /&gt;I smelt like reservoir water!&lt;br /&gt;Tea break rawked too~ Brownie!~ *heavenly look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! DO YOU KNOW!! CELL AND I DRANK... *drumroll* JAM WATER!! HAHAHAHHA! no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it ended with the mass dance.&lt;br /&gt;not bad, it is fun only when your partner wants to make it fun with you. haha!&lt;br /&gt;though it was pretty awkward and i wished you were there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, tomorrow is the visit to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HSS&lt;/span&gt;! WHOOTS! FINALLLLLLLLLLLLY!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait~&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sychology&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~ HERE I COME~ WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why some people like to act bitchy and bimbotic o.o&lt;br /&gt;Is it really how they are? I believe there's always good in a person..&lt;br /&gt;What's with wearing make up?!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I fiddle with my phone but when it's time to cheer, I scream like some ass.&lt;br /&gt;I may not do a good job but I contribute.&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, if we could change groups, i would. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;If becoming 17 means such attitude, I'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;Even the 15 year olds are doing a great job!&lt;br /&gt;Do yall even understand what T.E.A.M. means...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats with the random explosion of f-words?!&lt;br /&gt;You're girls... :\ and screaming such crude words at trivial matter just brings down the power and impact of this word!&lt;br /&gt;If your mother died and you shouted that, nobody would mind.&lt;br /&gt;If you were trapped under debri and tore off your arms and legs to stay alive while shouting that continuously, I would shout it with you.&lt;br /&gt;But getting a forfeit after a mini game / getting splashed by reservoir water and exclaiming the f-word just seems so... unnecessary and harsh to the ears.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone agree with me...? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah lar, we may be a bunch of lame teammates but you have no rights to complain about your team because you contribute to what we are.&lt;br /&gt;While you were worrying about sweating, we were bruising in our throats and having the time of our lives playing without you. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Yall look like people with big dreams but oh well, you have a long way to go. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah, I am a wallflower but i go with the flow, I give my best when needed. It may not be the best but i contribute and make the best out of my situation.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, now to think of it, i am quite crappy. no wonder everyone daos me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your space and I have mine&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, let's share one and feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;no drifting, no lifting and no kidding,&lt;br /&gt;i want this to be the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. no joke. :D&lt;br /&gt;loveya! &amp;lt;3&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i who i think i am or what you think i am?&lt;br /&gt;cause who i think i am ain't what you think i am.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be who i am but who exactly am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5569266618474720270?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5569266618474720270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5569266618474720270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5569266618474720270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5569266618474720270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/11/hardworking-people-are-beautiful-are.html' title='Hardworking people are beautiful~ Are you one of them?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5518629692342653794</id><published>2011-11-10T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:55:37.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>TO-DO-LIST (after Olevels)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. spend time with my boyboy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. part time with Cell :P (i bet we'll end up in macs...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. buy a new pair of sneakers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. sleep over at so many people's house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. watch at least 5 movies before school starts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. start preparing gifts for people i care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. diet with my bro. oh yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8. laugh crazily with the YFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;9. draw. Draw. DRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10. set up our own youtube channel with my bro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;11. cut hair at a professional place for once!! Ugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Watch that movie with Dxy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;13. Understand how it feels like to poke your eyeball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;14. PIERCE EAR WITH CELL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5518629692342653794?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5518629692342653794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5518629692342653794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5518629692342653794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5518629692342653794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-do-list-after-olevels.html' title='TO-DO-LIST (after Olevels)'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1692391032049685182</id><published>2011-11-10T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:38:43.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>他的情绪就像阴晴不定的天气，时好时坏......</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite a torture.. NO JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;I had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; fever, a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throat and my whole body&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like never before!!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't something i expected and of course, it was scaryyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried my best to tolerate the sickness that was spreading through my vessels every second but ended up lying on the cold, hard floor at 9:30pm and had a difficult time getting up.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing rate was&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; low&lt;/span&gt; and inhalation came in gasps after gasps.&lt;br /&gt;Before long, I actually couldn't take it any longer so I collasped around 10 in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it was mental and physical torture.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I musn't switch on the fan so I laid there under my blanket in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Then i felt it... That sore feeling in the joints of my legs. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Simply thinking of that pain creeps me out...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to control myself but soon realised i was moving my legs in hope to get rid of that aching feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, I was sobbing pathetically with my warm teardrops smeared all over my face as I tossed and turn constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep shortly after (idk when) and woke up again at 12 plus breathing hard.&lt;br /&gt;For a period of 4hours, between 12plus and 4plus, I woke up more than a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why but I couldn't differentiate between waking and dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like Midsummer Night's Dream but... nah~&lt;br /&gt;COMING BACK, I keep remembering this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;formula.&lt;/span&gt; It kept ringing in my brains.&lt;br /&gt;something equating to zero.. I cant recall. Everytime i wake up I will remind myself of this formula. Don't ask me why, I JUST DONT KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;Now to think of it, it's extremely scary...!&lt;br /&gt;The very last dream before I wake up for school at 5 was crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was taking my HCL Olevels and somehow, one of the examiner saw me as a thorn in her eyes. She kept picking on me, scolding.. no, more like mocking me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How I wish she tripped over a random wire on the floor and hit her head on the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopsie~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we flipped the paper open, it was a super difficult higher level science question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"What the heck!?" I thought... "Isn't it suppose to be a language paper?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall save the effort of telling you about my papers this morning.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; SIX&lt;/span&gt; numbers today~ HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Cell and I combed the entire Tampines mall and T1 for part time jobs. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Madness.&lt;br /&gt;Defintely madness + partial failure.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Well of course there were nice AND nasty shop assistants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice ones like those at Dorothy P. :)&lt;br /&gt;Nasty ones like the one at Sfield that went BROM BROM BROM and the one at Pmod who was totally BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(descriptions credited to CELL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rejection after rejection... GAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Trying our luck after Olevels again!!&lt;br /&gt;Which lucky shop is going to get&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ahemthistwolovelyladiesahem&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT TILL AFTER Os! 3more papers~ :D&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;after all those, I am still sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hope I recover soon soon soon~ :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1692391032049685182?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1692391032049685182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1692391032049685182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1692391032049685182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1692391032049685182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='他的情绪就像阴晴不定的天气，时好时坏......'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1936605094416151434</id><published>2011-10-29T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:05:42.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>opposite me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;warning. emo content. skip because i have your interest at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;amath is a f B.I.T.C.H.&lt;div&gt;wait... we can also say amath BITCH. (burn innocent teenagers crying (in) hell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;normally I would be here chirping to you how happy my day was but not today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to say much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like speaking much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screwed family. screwed academics. what am i living for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i guess i am the only one feeling this way at this exact moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ignore me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be fine... once i fall asleep.&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so miserable i want to feel pain instead...heh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1936605094416151434?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1936605094416151434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1936605094416151434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1936605094416151434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1936605094416151434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/10/opposite-me.html' title='opposite me...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1344598992689578347</id><published>2011-10-26T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:05:44.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>blurring the lines between what's right and what's wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Weather check : Droplets of rain with a tinge of sunlight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Temperature check : Cozy and just nice~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Time check : 3:31 pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Mood check : bored but optimistic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clouds that are drifting past look &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; inviting. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish i can sit on one and drift to... lalaland? haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see, i am totally distracted. GAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished emath paper and my supposed break but i just can't bring myself to sit back and start with lit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break was great~ :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did abit of sketching while listening to music and singing at the same time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed that feeling... It's been quite a while since i settled down and drew stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess i can't bring myself to start another subject revision mainly because i am disturbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some irresponsible teachers. (maybe not that drastic but oh well, might as well get to a BIG topic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do admit that in our lives, we'll meet teachers that really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;give their best&lt;/span&gt; for their students - willing to sacrifice their free time to help us understand certain topics or concepts that we cant grasp, buying us candies to cheer us up and gifts to reward us for our hard work and diligence.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They show us through their every action their passion in their career - teaching! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of how hopeless it may seem, these brilliant teachers are like the twig at the side of the cliff when you grab on to survive in the world of education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their dedication and passion spur us on to never give up and fight the 'battle' alongside with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such teachers, undoubtedly, paints a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wideeeeeeeeee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; smile on our faces~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inevitably, we do face certain acts some teachers do that just deters us from wanting to even pick up the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is true that we tend to remember the negative and ugly side of people we don't have a good impression of rather than the pleasant and kind other half they present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, it makes me feel as if adults and children are no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought being an adult was a totally different thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more authority, more maturity etc but sometimes i can't bring myself to understand their actions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;furthermore, they are 'teachers' for crying out loud... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aren't they suppose to set the examples for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't they know that when dealing with a large group of students, certain words and actions are kinda hurting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at moments, i feel that certain teachers are so occupied in their own world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[perhaps struggling to survive dealing with their own responsibilities in the education field or dealing with their own personal life... who knows. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they just neglect the fact that students are humans with emotions too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;especially at this critical period of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe we should try to understand your side of the story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-its the holidays and you're feeling the holiday mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we are difficult to teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you feel that you've done enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you feel that we've been slacking too much and know it's too late to try to work hard so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-or you have your own personal reasons we wont ever know thereby leading us to infer the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i know that we are indeed in need of thee help from you but to say that.. isn't it just so.. heartless..? i dont know, ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is one of those times when you would oh-so-very-much wish you were still in Primary School. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i'll just leave this computer as i return to that cold and lonely seat by the piano and start mugging lit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hold on, winnie... you're doing this not for the sake of others but for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learn and live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overcome and strive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;hungry must eat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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;&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;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;A drop in the ocean, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;a change in the weather,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;i was praying that you and me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;might end up together~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2766973685042486934-1344598992689578347?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1344598992689578347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1344598992689578347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1344598992689578347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1344598992689578347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/10/blurring-lines-between-whats-right-and.html' title='blurring the lines between what&apos;s right and what&apos;s wrong...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2248831938920601019</id><published>2011-10-23T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:33:56.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>My heart palpitates so wildly everytime I think about tomorrow~</title><content type='html'>WHOOPS! I am so dang lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As you compare the dates of this blog post and the one before it, you will notice the hugeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee date gap. (is there even such a word?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SORRY~&lt;br /&gt;I guess I havent really touched this computer for quite a while...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; that after the Olevels, I will DEFINITELY come back to blogging! :P&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that I MIGHT have had some followers reading my blogs and currently, since my blog is so dead, I might... no, I bet i have lost them.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come back... &lt;/span&gt;HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;I shall let my actions speak for thy words!&lt;br /&gt;After Os I shall get back on track and fill this dead place with some random stuff and perhaps get cell to change the blogskin or something... :P&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is the start of my Olevels.. Yeah, it is an important examination for all Secondary 4 students in Singapore. :O For a total 4 hours (more or less) we'd all be sitting in a freezing hall &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;scribbling wildly&lt;/span&gt; with our trusty pens~&lt;br /&gt;Well, please please PLEASE remember to bring your jackets with you! We don't want any bad cold or flu or fever virus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few words to all those taking their Os tomo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. EAT well! Reward your hardwork with breakfast, lunch and dinner!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. SLEEP well! Yes, don't damage or tire your poor mind and body by working late into the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; well! No joke! The nutrients go in, the bad stuff must come out! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. BELIEVE in yourself, your teachers and your mind! Dont worry so much, just do what you can and be satisfied with the results! :) Answer with your heart and no regrets afterthat! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your teacher says you can do it, you will.&lt;br /&gt;If your teacher says you cant, prove it to him/her that you can.&lt;br /&gt;If your teacher never said anything to you, bug him/her till they say something... JOKING! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath yo!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things we put on hold for this examination, dont waste your life, take it seriously~ :D It concerns yours and whole load of other people's future!&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah it does!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you had the potential and perhaps didnt want to do your best, you wont make it into the job that you could have gotten into to help save thousands of lives or contribute your greatness into the society! :O IMAGINE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;Well, teachnically we won't know what is in store for us BUT, make the best out of everything you do and you will NOT regret it. :D&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am crapping much here. Whoops~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, I want to wish you good luck and if i had some, I'd rub a little of mine onto you so you'd have some too! WE SHALL CONQUER THIS... TOGETHER!!!!!!!! Xeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY! YAY! WHEE! BLOOOOOOOP! JOKES! LAUGHTER! SMILES! STARS! SUN! BALLOONS! WISHES! GOLD! ... (?!) LOYALTY! LIFE! MEOW! BICYCLE! CHOCOLATES! SWEETS! CHILLI CRAB! RAMEN! CAKES! PASTRY! PILLOWS! FIBBY! RED! BLUE! PINK! COMPUTER! GAME! FUN! CHALET! GAMES! TELEVISION! MUSIC! PIANO! FLUTE! PHONE! TOWER DEFENCE PAID VERSION! (this is my bro's suggestion) END OF Os SOON SOON SOON! SCOTTS! LALALA! PANDA! PENGUIN! BEAR! MOVIES! GOLDEN RETRIEVER! YANGYANG! Q-MO! BEBE! KEYS! JUBILANT! JOY! INSANE! WILDNESS! WWRAWKS RIGHT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes, a list of happy things really liven up the mood! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2248831938920601019?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2248831938920601019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2248831938920601019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2248831938920601019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2248831938920601019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-heart-palpitates-so-wildly-everytime.html' title='My heart palpitates so wildly everytime I think about tomorrow~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7384664907164473672</id><published>2011-08-14T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:33:15.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Can't stop tearing... T_T</title><content type='html'>"They will just take moeny out from your medisave to buy this enhancer thingy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There went me trying very hard to explain calmly to my father what my mother was actually telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Sitting in a car with my mama and papa fighting makes me want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry my heart out&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why can't they just each take a step back and be understanding towards each other...&lt;br /&gt;It really depresses me when they talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;, especially in this case where this medical insurance of some wort is involved...&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, i am scared.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why my father has become so uptight about his cash to a point he shakes his head everytime we request for something that needs money, even before we can even explain what it's about...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am still a clueless child who doesn't know the adult world but all these insurance and what not are just so confusing that even my father refuses and objects violently from believing.&lt;br /&gt;Why must every meal now be like a battle field? Okay, maybe not that exaggerating... But I feel like we're just staring at each other and tolerating all the nonsense that conjures up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to die so early...&lt;/span&gt; I am scared of death all of a sudden... My mama said that when you're old, there's no way to escape the hospital bed all your life... I worry how I will cope when any of my family lies on that sickening bed... What would i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. I don't want to be an adult... &lt;/span&gt;Why is the world so complicated? :( I am scared... I don't want to fight with my future husband about all these craziness! Can I stay a child? I don't want to be exposed to SO much decision and uncertainties.. (now i know how to answer my prelim2 oral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Am I trying to escape from responsibility if I say point 1 and 2? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am I selfish&lt;/span&gt; if I feel that way...? What should I be feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... This is... life...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7384664907164473672?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7384664907164473672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7384664907164473672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7384664907164473672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7384664907164473672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/08/cant-stop-tearing-tt.html' title='Can&apos;t stop tearing... T_T'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8181959531252584943</id><published>2011-08-01T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:04:37.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>It's one of those rare times when you'll see this bear cheerful the whole day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Never imagined&lt;/span&gt; I could be grinning to myself for an entire day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did a good job during PE today! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felt great&lt;/span&gt; to hear praises from fellow classmates~&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kinda embarrassed &lt;/span&gt;that there's actually people cheering for me... :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that today's Class celebrations was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; succesful~ Though everyone was tired and drained from the long day, I am sure we all enjoyed the games and food~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Comm- Estee, Xinyue, Guo Yue, MeiXin and not forgetting Dena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs Lim - for being with us~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs Cheng and Mr Lee - for showing up~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aileen - Drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Roch - cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Keith - Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Zhaoyan - fruit salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kelly - ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Class fund - various sponsoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yanling - helping suring explanation of games~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;whole class - for being cooperative and enjoying yourselves~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anyone I missed out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, Aldon's video rawks! :D had a great time laughing too!&lt;br /&gt;Xinyue, Xinyu, Zhaoyan and Huangxue's GREAT job in doing the class book thingy!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I feel super happy when a whole group of us walked out of the school together~ :D so united!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Never want to forget this feeling~ Enjoy witnessing the entire class smiling and laughing! There's always this tinge of warmth and comfort thee class gives me... Want to thank everyone for making up 3/4BN! without anyone of you, the class would've been totally different! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEERS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this post is totally dedicated to 4BN 2011! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8181959531252584943?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8181959531252584943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8181959531252584943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8181959531252584943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8181959531252584943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-one-of-those-rare-times-when-youll.html' title='It&apos;s one of those rare times when you&apos;ll see this bear cheerful the whole day~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7648733945183669135</id><published>2011-07-13T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:41:38.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Creator played me</title><content type='html'>At times, I feel as if I am one of the victims of depression.&lt;br /&gt;Many little gestures or incidents upset me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all just my fault for thinking too much, I've always thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt &lt;strong&gt;inexistent&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've felt it many times before but due to a trigger event, I've once again experienced this sudden &lt;em&gt;undesirable&lt;/em&gt; emptiness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; waved happily to a teacher and gotten a cold or no response?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we were &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;unfamiliar before.&lt;br /&gt;Unfamiliar to the extent that you've seen me yet choose to ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite depressing as if I mean nothing in your life and waving back or a simple smile would be a waste of time; as if your muscles were never meant for such useless and unworth acts.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was because you were tired or busy but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just to let you know&lt;/span&gt;, it hurt my heart.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Yeah, my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;puny&lt;/span&gt;, insignificant heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'd &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; thought adults in your field would be capable of such acts, at least not till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, the thoughts just invaded my mind.&lt;br /&gt;If I really sat down to think of it, I just feel like an insignificant being in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Are humans really this insincere?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have more than 2 or 3 juniors who wouldn't mind sitting with a boring person like me for lunch. At least not that I'd know of.&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt less than the number before would enjoy doing the latter.&lt;br /&gt;Even lesser or none for seniors I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it all boils down to &lt;strong&gt;me and my pathetic life&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I still have my close friends, my bestie and my boyfriend to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do without them. seiously.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT TEST.&lt;br /&gt;"exciting" according to Asstea. Holy mama.&lt;br /&gt;It was practically an unexpected frustrating test.&lt;br /&gt;It has shown and proven (I sound mathematic-ish) that I am a close-to-totally IT noob.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! No joke.&lt;br /&gt;They claimed it would be a simple 5 question test.&lt;br /&gt;Who'd knew there'd be so many parts to every question.&lt;br /&gt;:O really, I was close to tears from laughter/agony... I cant really tell.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is... today was just the exercise and next week's the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;Help.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Creator played me today. But I guess it must be lonely to be the only one who's holy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7648733945183669135?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7648733945183669135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7648733945183669135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7648733945183669135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7648733945183669135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/07/creator-played-me.html' title='Creator played me'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1705933107896120721</id><published>2011-07-07T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:11:45.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>I want to be able to pass on the same light that you shone onto me...~</title><content type='html'>Yo! It has been a terribly long time since I've blogged. I would like to sincerely apologise for my negligence. Whoops, sorry dudes... and dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;Actually I guess mainly cause of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. new Iphone white (which i haven't figure out what to name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. my weekends are taken (volunteer work and dance lessons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. busy school week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. inability to find time to caress my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. study study study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. revise revise revise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these plus of course finding time for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my penguin&lt;/span&gt;! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am a busy girl. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel vex over my low level of vocabulary usage. Hence everytime I come face to face with a word I think I am able to change, I search my handy IPhone dictionary app for synonyms~ MUAHAHA! I will attempt describing my surroundings and people's actions too! So I definitely hope this will raise my standard/command of English by a fair bit. GOOD LUCK TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished typing out my testimonial and making the final touch ups! WHEE~ I hope the ending paragraph works out well! :O It kind of feels good when you praise yourself or when you receive positive feedbacks.&lt;br /&gt;From this, I conclude that everyone needs a certain amount of affirmation every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to the mirror this instance. Look into the eye of the person you see in the mirror. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give a wide grin and say out loud "You rawk dude!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no joke! It is serious business! AND it works! :D The smiling is a crucial part, dont forget it!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many things I want to do at this point of time :D HAHA. But I believe that I can only fulfill these wants after my big Os. o_o ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;SO many that i can only remember a few though..&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to get a long straight wallet so that my notes are straight and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want a type writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to improve on ALL my subjects. For this, time must indeed slow to a crawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to thank and live up to the expectations of all my teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to let my family know how much I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to affirm my friends how much they mean to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to write a random story on this laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to dream about flying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to watch Transformers, Cars 2 and Harry Potter movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to go shopping with CELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to achieve great ambitions in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to live my dreams (though they arent any clearer to me at this point in time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to eat the nice delicacies around Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to celebrate National Day with ALL Singaporeans on 9th August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to sing K with my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to spend time with my boyfriend~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to break free! (whoops, song lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to get recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to feel and experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to spend a day without a single worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to believe in my abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to smile and laugh with my friends 24/7. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream to the world "I've completed Os!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to just be myself~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see your face, my heart takes off on a high speed chase~&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;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't be scared, it's only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that we're falling in...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1705933107896120721?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1705933107896120721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1705933107896120721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1705933107896120721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1705933107896120721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-be-able-to-pass-on-same-light.html' title='I want to be able to pass on the same light that you shone onto me...~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3574699983354847027</id><published>2011-06-12T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:14:06.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Mission for life~</title><content type='html'>Hoho, ever since I took up dance lessons with Cell, I think my weekends have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the eventfulness and fun than before! HAHA! Especially plus the volunteer work on Saturdays! Well, you might think that I am not going to cope with my studies but I am so going to concentrate and study hard during weekdays! ARGH! so that I make up for my activities on weekends, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to today's dance lesson! I hope we learn cool cool moves~ hehe~&lt;br /&gt;Also looking forward to the next meeting with my R1 group members!&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the time when I see my penguin lar.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; *happy~&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I am also here to compliment my school's SSP programme! muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel like I am so going to gain weight by eating so much a day, I think the programme is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;so beneficial&lt;/span&gt;. We do our best in 90 minutes and get rewarded with different types of food afterthat :D 4 90minutes and 3 breaks! What more can we ask for~ muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow me on twitter to see the yummy pictures~ HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lastly, the CMS people are taking their Olevels in this period of time so I wish them all the best! A1 hor!&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*jump jump jump~ 8years later~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3574699983354847027?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3574699983354847027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3574699983354847027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3574699983354847027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3574699983354847027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/06/mission-for-life.html' title='Mission for life~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1159231007728129296</id><published>2011-05-29T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:55:44.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>*poke poke! smiles like a retard~</title><content type='html'>An official&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;waiting time for a bus beats all records! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with a better timing? =]&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was waiting for bus yesterday and it just showed be 2 things from such a simple act of waiting for a bus.&lt;br /&gt;1. SBS needs more improvement. (hey, they're great already, providing such services.)&lt;br /&gt;2. The ugly side of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I guess because of the food expo, there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aload&lt;/span&gt; of people on bus 12.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; It's just like when you try to squeeze an extra chocolate into a box that only holds 10.&lt;/span&gt; It won't make it in no matter how small it is unless it becomes liquid of gaseous, whih is highly impossible. In that 1 hour, three buses came. The first two were single-decks. I managed to get on the third one which was a double-decker. Phew. Pretty lucky though i'm not in a rush. Perhaps others have waited even longer than me. I was thinking maybe SBS should stay relevant to the events happening around Singapore. Like for this case, since there is a food expo, I suggest that they send more buses that head for the expo. MAYBE, they've already done so in preparation for such incidents but evidence prove that the efforts were not enough. Hmm, xeap, so... a new strategy? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I must say that the services they provide is commendable. The bus master would greet sleepy passengers like me in the morning and that would make me feel happy throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly side of humans. Xeap. Selfish and uncaring creatures that exists as upperclass animals only. Every time the bus arrives at the traffic light around 200m away, people would start crowding at that particular spot where the bus would come to a stop. Okay, this is nothing out of the ordinary for Singaporeans. When the bus doors open, it becomes a mad chaos of who can squeeze themselves upon the bus. Nobody even bothers to check for elderly or needy who need the ride more urgently. The scene was so dramatic I think that there were definitely many unhappy passengers and the injured aboard. Tsk tsk. I lost the battle because I didn't even get a chance to stand a few cm away from the doors. HAHA. But, I know I was nudged here and there and it ain't a good feeling. Nonetheless, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M FINEE! HOHO. &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, we can all learn from Japan. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. From this experience, I can totally imagine a scene when the world becomes terribly flooded and there's only one boat. Everyone would be fighting and going mad to get on the boat, not caring about those who really cannot swim. SO many deaths, so much disappointment... Instead, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;why not&lt;/span&gt; just chain youself up, form layers grabbing the sides of the boat while letting the elder people sit onboard. Then maybe we could take turns to sit onboard too. Although it may not be the best idea but at least things are in order and we could all think of a better idea together!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;LALALA, a bear likes a penguin and treats the penguin like honey~ yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;one day when the sky is falling, I'll be standing right next to you, right next to you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; will ever come between us, cause i'll be standing right next to you, right next to you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stand by my side, side, side, stand by my side~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1159231007728129296?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1159231007728129296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1159231007728129296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1159231007728129296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1159231007728129296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/05/poke-poke-smiles-like-retard.html' title='*poke poke! smiles like a retard~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7054539261895986636</id><published>2011-04-19T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:47:56.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>I cussed at the phone and threw it before I could even think...</title><content type='html'>Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear the same sorry but I think i'm asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;fish.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind not to use com from tomorrow till after Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to use it for the final time just now.&lt;br /&gt;My brother was so darn determined that he won't let me use the com.&lt;br /&gt;My mum, being unable to handle the situation, like always, claimed that neither of us will get to use it if nobody decides to let the other.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Let him use lo.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime it's me letting him win. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is my textbooks, my worksheets, my wonderful homework pile plus the assessments and revisions to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Not lonely at all.&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly fine, thank you.&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't do anything and I bet you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm sad. Can you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Keep the drug (com) away from my mum and my bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7054539261895986636?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7054539261895986636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7054539261895986636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7054539261895986636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7054539261895986636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cussed-at-phone-and-threw-it-before-i.html' title='I cussed at the phone and threw it before I could even think...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3582979485226171349</id><published>2011-04-18T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:20:39.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>*wobble wobble... *POINTS... I SEE THE LIGHT!</title><content type='html'>Sad things I will share with you, BUT, HAPPY THINGS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MUST SHARE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school, the only thing I can ever get&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; full marks&lt;/span&gt; for and get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;straight As&lt;/span&gt; for is NAPFA, physical fitness Assessment. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud of myself and I'm thankful for the body given by my parents, the support from all my friends and lastly, the wonderful unexpected results my body blessed me with. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in order of test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sit-ups - 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Standing Broad jump - erm i forgot around 180&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sit and Reach - 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Inclined Pull-ups - 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Shuttle-run - 11.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the creator too.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the SYF judging for CO and Guzheng, I wish all of them best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the music you make and just let loose,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAVE FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, I had forgotten to tell you about my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mishap &lt;/span&gt;on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It apparently&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; rained sumos&lt;/span&gt;, I attempted to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;. Took my first step and... I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slipped and slided&lt;/span&gt;. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scrapped my knuckles and ankle area&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm finee&lt;/span&gt; though, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;don't worry!&lt;/span&gt;=O&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;you&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/2766973685042486934-3582979485226171349?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3582979485226171349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3582979485226171349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3582979485226171349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3582979485226171349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/04/wobble-wobble-points-i-see-light.html' title='*wobble wobble... *POINTS... I SEE THE LIGHT!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5233577259881980679</id><published>2011-04-12T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:16:18.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Somebody please whack me... Whack me hard so that I can wake up...</title><content type='html'>At times like this, I can't find any word that can express what I'm feeling. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Shall start from the least to the most bothering thought.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;After a simple 5station training yesterday, my stomach muscles ache like.. Creator knows how pain. A random cough, a gentle laugh and a soft push sends billions of dinosaurs biting at the affected area around my hips. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my president's judging today.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say it was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Found myself feeling SUPER inhumanly nervous when she stood at the end of the room.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about wushu. I practically don't know anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really have any rights to say anything too.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that leaving her alone would be the best...&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Fish.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so freaking bad when I stood at the side witnessing her sudden change in look and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The results were just too unexpected even for her I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of helplessness sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I was still stun when she left the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Chased after her, didn't really know where she went then I heard that she was upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Saw her busy. Could tell how she was actually feeling. Actually I can't. I'm not her.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call out to her and hug her and stuff but I thought what if i did that, would she feel worse? I really didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lost. There stood my friend, hiding all her emotions behind that strong looking face of hers and I just didn't know what to do. How to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming feeling forced tears out.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life had I feel so strong for results. Results that were not even mine to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was feeling super overwhelmed and just wanting to let everything out.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I spent an entire 12 ride awake, holding in.&lt;br /&gt;Blinking hard looking straight into the fluffy clouds in the sky, wishing for...&lt;br /&gt;After sending a text to president, i stun at my seat, not knowing if what i did was right.&lt;br /&gt;Looked down, see screensaver, felt like my efforts of looking at sky was almost wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to question everything. Why was the world created?&lt;br /&gt;So many things flashed through my mind, so many thoughts just flood in, taking over the initial occupant.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I still believe and I don't want to let this go...&lt;br /&gt;How to be understanding when I don't bloodily understand any freaking thing.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Shall not write anymore things about this on my blog. Such things keep inside my heart can liao....... Too painful to write out and tear all over again.&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Amongst all these, I'm still telling myself there are people worst off than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't believe myself o_o'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5233577259881980679?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5233577259881980679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5233577259881980679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5233577259881980679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5233577259881980679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/04/somebody-please-whack-me-whack-me-hard.html' title='Somebody please whack me... Whack me hard so that I can wake up...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-520697729708601479</id><published>2011-04-05T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:40:05.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Final 12 minutes. I had fun. YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today then I realize the pain of being a secondary 4. -__________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you people for cheering me up todayyyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok this shouldnt sound all emo-y and stuff!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To whoever's reading this piece of junk :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I feel darn proud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four months ago I surveyed my section on what award we think we'll get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got one answer : " 可以拿到 Silver 就已经不错了!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAA four months later, we're actually going for gold.\YAY\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think its simply unbelievable, how the band could just change so tremendously within four months!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you chungcheng band! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiya. Today is also our seconday 4  的最后一个 combine ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure will  舍不得 one what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I  mean we pulled through all these shit, all the changes in the band, i  think we're like some wonderman or superwoman, sure will have feelings  for the band one what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we no longer can  join the band for combine already, cannot be the first one to open band  room, cannot listen to Mr Ong talk about durians, cannot listen to Ms  Sia quarrel with Mr Ong, HOW TO NOT 不舍得！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually ya. Cause no more band like suddenly very empty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And also to my flute section, I'm darn proud of you all now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We no longer lousiest section, can actually play something without getting scolded leh HAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;considering the fact that everytime we always tio 骂 by conductors, i think this year not bad leh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its like a mother watching the daughter (sorry xiaoxin) go for some graduation ceremony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of you improved alot HAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sorry you all have to bear with this kind of crappy SL HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean which SL keeps on nagging their section mate?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"你最好跟我找那个 Tuner hor！"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"你最好跟我玩 Intune 一点 hor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" YOU BETTER MAI ZAO HOR AND GO KEEP THE FILES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"TOMORROW 845 GOT BAND. PONNING WITHOUT REASON AND I SHALL BURN YOU IN HELL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"TOMORROW BAND, DONT BE LATE OR I'LL CASTRATE YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"你这个 Flute 四千块给你随便撞坏"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" USE MORE AIR!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"YOU DIAM DIAM LOL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiya come to think of it, I quite crap leh HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA like some grandmother &amp;gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yessssss flute section! tomorrow we're going to make it, together with the rest of the band kay! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE FLUTE SECTION. WINNIEXIAOXINNICOLEDALLASCHENWEIEUNICESHERILYNFANGWEN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;总的来说，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is the big day for us band people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll prove to people we're no longer a silver medallist band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll OWNNNNNNNNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so rest well (HAHAHAHAH im supposed to be sleeping!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and relax while playing tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And watch Ms Sia tomorrow! Focus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And also play from your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as music can only be expressed in its most sincere form only when its played from the heart/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh  okay shall go sleep now. Goodnight people, we can make it. We will get  what we want tomorrow. But it isnt the results that matter, its the  process!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"One band, One Sound, Go For Gold!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We spend so much money and time so that we can acheive HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE FLUTESECTION, I LOVE CHUNGCHENGHIGHSCHOOLMAINBAND!!!! &amp;lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LETS SHOW TO PEOPLE WE'RE NO LONGER SILVER MEDALLIST BAND!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And lastly,(I like to eat durian.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s if you're tagged it means you're awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(just kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my SL xinhao's wonderful note on facebook yesterday which i horribly missed. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well, today was CCHMSB syf day. Yeap, the day we worked so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Before we even went on stage, I bet some of you could tell I was overly nervous and excited though I appeared to be smiling and laughing...LALA. evidence : bad tuning in tuning room. whoops~ BUT, well, when I walked up the stage, my heart was abnormally calm calm calm! When Miss Sia raised the baton, i thought : woah, the final 12 minutes starts now, shine winnie!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Throughout the entire memories to vogelhandler part J, my mind was a complete blank. It was very clear in my head, my goal - GOLD, my music and my message. The rest, I needn't care. And my heart beated so ever crazily when every stroke Miss Sia waved. I followed Mrs Tan's advice and stare at Miss Sia throughout. I didn't even look at my score... o.o There were parts where I accidentally screwed but I just threw it all past me. I just wanted to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Somehow, I found myself smiling on the outside and the inside. I couldn't help it when Miss Sia looked at me and smile that smile I might never get to see again. It was friendly. *happy~ that I almost laughed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;After the entire 12 minutes, like what KR said, I felt like i could do this all over again. It was fun. So fun. Nothing I've ever felt before!&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;But, later g0t a little influence by people around me. They were sorta emo-ing, commenting on how lousy our band was and blah. I didn't really get it. I just felt so fun and excited, I never really cared and think to that extent of what we would get just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;It didn't really hit me till like erm, 2hours before the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;The suspense at SCH was... URGH!! #*($%^#*(&amp;amp;$%^#(*$&amp;amp;% wait wait and wait. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;When they finally announced silver. I felt this sudden sense of whee~ Though I didn't really feel the YAY!!! but I just felt so satisfied. I couldn't understand why people were so super pissed off and sad though. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;My opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;There is an obvious drop in individual skills between 2years ago and this year. It is actually quite impossible to catch up and fill the awesome gap with such limited time AND a change of conductor.&lt;br /&gt;WE'VE GONE A LONG WAY, BAND. A VERY VERY DIFFICULT ONE TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Moreover, if you realise, we never really had any gold band preparations. The number of band practices close to SYF compared to those gold bands was soooooooooo little. We didn't really reach the feeling part, only scraped it because we were still working on last minute blending and tuning. Somehow, for me, I couldn't expect a gold at all because I knew for gold, we have to work even harder and i guess, many people were just not prepared for that type of hardcore training. I was actually very very worried we couldn't maintain the silver. But after hearing that we got silver, to me, it was a wow considering so so so many factors. Seriously speaking, I thought we were quite close to COP in the beginning... But, as time went on, we did improve a whole load. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;I LOVE MY BAND :D I LOVE MY FLUTE SECTION :D I LOVE THE ENTIRE PROCESS WE ALL WENT THROUGH TOGETHER! :D THANK YALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ CCHMSB. The legacy continues~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;(shall emo next post okay? =O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-520697729708601479?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/520697729708601479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=520697729708601479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/520697729708601479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/520697729708601479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/04/final-12-minutes-i-had-fun-yay.html' title='Final 12 minutes. I had fun. YAY'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3473269444337346706</id><published>2011-04-02T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:18:46.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>My fingers will hurt but I still want to hold my flute...</title><content type='html'>Holy knuckle berries!&lt;br /&gt;SYF IS ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;All the hardwork for one day... After that day, everything will be gone...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the results will be but I don't really think that matters that much anymore, at least to me. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm just feeling so happy i went through this entire process, I'm thankful to Zhaoyan who was the one to pull me into band in sec 1 and I'm going to miss band after I step down. =&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll most definitely miss my flute... T_T I don't want to leave it. I totally cannot imagine a year without touching my flute.. Makes me sooooo jealous of xh and his flute... T_T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Tuesday nevertheless. :D&lt;br /&gt;Excited for the food also... MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm ready to go on that stage with my fellow band members and paly great music together under my conductor's baton&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE CAN DO THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M CURRENTLY MISSING MY PENGUIN. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3473269444337346706?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3473269444337346706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3473269444337346706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3473269444337346706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3473269444337346706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-fingers-will-hurt-but-i-still-want.html' title='My fingers will hurt but I still want to hold my flute...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2323294524263200622</id><published>2011-03-19T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:16:24.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>It has to start from deep down in that empty heart of yours... Think... are you enjoying what you're doing?</title><content type='html'>Post 200 dedicated to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;band~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the combine band thingy for the entire of today. SUPER SUPER tiring but, fun in a way ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experienced a mixture of feelings again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard the high quality of bands that were aiming for gold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I feel that if we compare standard, we're currently struggling to get silver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a certain moment in the afternoon, I felt a total lost and hopelessness that I didn't think I'd get.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was that close to giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to control my temper. Close to letting the monster within me out... I almost vent all the frustration onto a single person. sorry, though I know that person would never read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sudden overwhelming anger that took control of me. Lucky i stopped myself from continuing... If not I guess I'd lashed everything out a poor person. HX said I was scary and sorta or rather shocked and scared her. o_o and I was thinking "woah, with my current stupid retarded hair cut can I even look scary?!" Damn, now I look like some idiot and totally no power. -.-''' what act also very difficult liao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, SYF is like around 18 days away and we only have 6 goddamn practices. I cannot believe how slack everyone is... No rahrah at all... T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the timing friday's prac was revealed to be 8-3, I heard a few 'wth's... fish them nia. BANDS ALL AROUND THE WORLD ARE STAYING EVERYDAY, GOING ALL OUT LIAO... We already so slack still unhappy with this and that. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Damn the freaking culture of current generation students.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;this is already considered the tip of the ice berg, only little hardwork compared to other bands and complaining liao. WTH lar. So many fishing people come for band for the sake of coming and CCA points. Just by having these few blackies will pull down the entire band. Especially if you're playing an instrument where you're exposed, play with vigor ma. Look so sian and tired won't solve anything. Even if you hate the conductor and whatever crap, at least&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love the music, love what you're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everytime I think that I'll be leaving my flute after SYF, it breaks my heart literally. I have totally no idea how I'd survive the days to O levels without my flute... T_T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, sectionals. If you know you&lt;i&gt; freakingly&lt;/i&gt; can't play that part liao yet you don't want come to practise. WHY?! Purposely want to embarrass yourself? It's so obvious to every band member when popcorn picks you out and makes you play individually. Yeah, I can't play that well at least I know my technical parts and I'm still trying to make my ugly sound nicer right? I BRING MY FLUTE HOME LEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to complain about the weight,&lt;i&gt; please go rape yourself&lt;/i&gt;. Walao, SYF coming liao leh. Can't you sacrifice that bit? It's just like when you have a test or examination coming, you will definitely study right? ANd then you'll have to sacrifice your television or computer time ma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, my flute is light so I have no rights or whatsoever to force anyone else to bring their instruments home but considering the number of times I see my flute at home, I think it's fair if you bring it home and practise for the next 2weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic sentence. sectionals. Sectionals with other sections can prove to be purposeful. seriously. For example, Xh and I had sectionals with Zhaoyan and Huangxue. We now know what they play at different parts and even help them out. I'm sure we all learnt something new from that sectionals. Please lar, I beg you all lar, PRACTISE YOUR PART CAN? DONT SOUND LIKE POOPOO CAN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you guys but I really want to go all out for this&lt;b&gt; band&lt;/b&gt; that changed me in a way or another. I want the future generations to all feel this positive change like me. So, I'm willing to go all out as long as anyone teach me how to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the leaders hold a one week camp all about band,&lt;b&gt; i'll go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the leaders want us to stay till 9pm for band, &lt;b&gt;I'll stay. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the leaders want to use my Sundays, by all means &lt;b&gt;take it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band is my life now. I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand people who complain about the issues that shouldn't even occur in their puny minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't find anything wrong with the meal provided today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;It was free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; There was rice. Chicken, hot dog and egg. What else more you want?! Abalone? Bird nests? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Stop freakingly complaining. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is edible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and can't you just appreciate what the teachers have done to provide the food? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have food. Some people in other countries don't. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, maybe I'm just some retarded ah that like your so-called 'disgusting food' but this is just my opinion... -.-''' I'm just saying what goes through my brain. You read this so what? Are you blaming me for your reading of my blog [which apparently shouldn't be that easy to find]...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion : you're some lucky fool who needs to be banished to hell if you do not find fault in your attitude. Change before you reach a stage where nothing will help you. &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;&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;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your music, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in your peers who are fighting along side plus your conductor who will bring you to BIG TREE (victory) and&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;what you're doing and you fight for... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I heart band. no joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2323294524263200622?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2323294524263200622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2323294524263200622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2323294524263200622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2323294524263200622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-has-to-start-from-deep-down-in-that_19.html' title='It has to start from deep down in that empty heart of yours... Think... are you enjoying what you&apos;re doing?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3398219893042184320</id><published>2011-03-19T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:16:22.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>It has to start from deep down in that empty heart of yours... Think... are you enjoying what you're doing?</title><content type='html'>Post 200 dedicated to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;band~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the combine band thingy for the entire of today. SUPER SUPER tiring but, fun in a way ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experienced a mixture of feelings again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heard the high quality of bands that were aiming for gold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I feel that if we compare standard, we're currently struggling to get silver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a certain moment in the afternoon, I felt a total lost and hopelessness that I didn't think I'd get.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was that close to giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to control my temper. Close to letting the monster within me out... I almost vent all the frustration onto a single person. sorry, though I know that person would never read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sudden overwhelming anger that took control of me. Lucky i stopped myself from continuing... If not I guess I'd lashed everything out a poor person. HX said I was scary and sorta or rather shocked and scared her. o_o and I was thinking "woah, with my current stupid retarded hair cut can I even look scary?!" Damn, now I look like some idiot and totally no power. -.-''' what act also very difficult liao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, SYF is like around 18 days away and we only have 6 goddamn practices. I cannot believe how slack everyone is... No rahrah at all... T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the timing friday's prac was revealed to be 8-3, I heard a few 'wth's... fish them nia. BANDS ALL AROUND THE WORLD ARE STAYING EVERYDAY, GOING ALL OUT LIAO... We already so slack still unhappy with this and that. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Damn the freaking culture of current generation students.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;this is already considered the tip of the ice berg, only little hardwork compared to other bands and complaining liao. WTH lar. So many fishing people come for band for the sake of coming and CCA points. Just by having these few blackies will pull down the entire band. Especially if you're playing an instrument where you're exposed, play with vigor ma. Look so sian and tired won't solve anything. Even if you hate the conductor and whatever crap, at least&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love the music, love what you're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everytime I think that I'll be leaving my flute after SYF, it breaks my heart literally. I have totally no idea how I'd survive the days to O levels without my flute... T_T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, sectionals. If you know you&lt;i&gt; freakingly&lt;/i&gt; can't play that part liao yet you don't want come to practise. WHY?! Purposely want to embarrass yourself? It's so obvious to every band member when popcorn picks you out and makes you play individually. Yeah, I can't play that well at least I know my technical parts and I'm still trying to make my ugly sound nicer right? I BRING MY FLUTE HOME LEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to complain about the weight,&lt;i&gt; please go rape yourself&lt;/i&gt;. Walao, SYF coming liao leh. Can't you sacrifice that bit? It's just like when you have a test or examination coming, you will definitely study right? ANd then you'll have to sacrifice your television or computer time ma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, my flute is light so I have no rights or whatsoever to force anyone else to bring their instruments home but considering the number of times I see my flute at home, I think it's fair if you bring it home and practise for the next 2weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic sentence. sectionals. Sectionals with other sections can prove to be purposeful. seriously. For example, Xh and I had sectionals with Zhaoyan and Huangxue. We now know what they play at different parts and even help them out. I'm sure we all learnt something new from that sectionals. Please lar, I beg you all lar, PRACTISE YOUR PART CAN? DONT SOUND LIKE POOPOO CAN? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you guys but I really want to go all out for this&lt;b&gt; band&lt;/b&gt; that changed me in a way or another. I want the future generations to all feel this positive change like me. So, I'm willing to go all out as long as anyone teach me how to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the leaders hold a one week camp all about band,&lt;b&gt; i'll go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the leaders want us to stay till 9pm for band, &lt;b&gt;I'll stay. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the leaders want to use my Sundays, by all means &lt;b&gt;take it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band is my life now. I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand people who complain about the issues that shouldn't even occur in their puny minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't find anything wrong with the meal provided today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;It was free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; There was rice. Chicken, hot dog and egg. What else more you want?! Abalone? Bird nests? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Stop freakingly complaining. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is edible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and can't you just appreciate what the teachers have done to provide the food? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have food. Some people in other countries don't. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, maybe I'm just some retarded ah that like your so-called 'disgusting food' but this is just my opinion... -.-''' I'm just saying what goes through my brain. You read this so what? Are you blaming me for your reading of my blog [which apparently shouldn't be that easy to find]...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion : you're some lucky fool who needs to be banished to hell if you do not find fault in your attitude. Change before you reach a stage where nothing will help you. &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;&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;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your music, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in your peers who are fighting along side plus your conductor who will bring you to BIG TREE (victory) and&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;what you're doing and you fight for... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I heart band. no joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3398219893042184320?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3398219893042184320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3398219893042184320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3398219893042184320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3398219893042184320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-has-to-start-from-deep-down-in-that.html' title='It has to start from deep down in that empty heart of yours... Think... are you enjoying what you&apos;re doing?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5416289106448544542</id><published>2011-03-12T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:54:55.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Tears are so freaking inevitable when it comes to band. damn.</title><content type='html'>9 practices left... damn.&lt;br /&gt;One of those times that i feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;super super &lt;/span&gt;useless.&lt;br /&gt;Why in lala's world do I exist in the world for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a goddamn librarian and comm member, I feel like I'm about to see the downfall of my band.&lt;br /&gt;Fish sia. What kind of band member am I... SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I know that the situation's like this but feel like I totally never do anything to help...&lt;br /&gt;Very sad. When you start thinking how everything started from this batch. How everything is like that when you're actually in a position of power. Why am i like this.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont want to see the band dying as the seniors leave... I don't want to 'wash my hands' from band even after I step down.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I DON"T WANT TO LEAVE WHEN BAND'S IN THIS STATE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to actually hear seniors say things like "there's a comm?!" hmm, yeah, not that i don't agree. Just that it feels super depressing to know it's associated to not playing a part, not being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels even sadder when I get this feeling that the band is treated like a 'hobby' sort of thing. You improve good lo, you don't then help yourself lo. Next practice same thing. Like nobody treats it seriously. EH, THE FREAKING SYF COMPETITION IS LIKE 3WEEKS AWAY! fish lar. why everybody so relax, some morons still discussing when pon when dont pon. FISH LAR! Band leh. Every single bloody member is counted! We work as a team! We can't do without any player!! Cause everyone has a part which they are responsible for! Walao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just wish everyone can see this in many other people's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being emo and depressed about this matter isn't going to help.&lt;br /&gt;HENCE, i will try my best from this second.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my crappy and crazy suggestions will work...&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; swear&lt;/span&gt; that from next practice onwards, crazy ideas will be implemented.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I keep hearing aload of 'can one's lately... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you'all x^infinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, I feel the sudden thirst to overpower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5416289106448544542?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5416289106448544542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5416289106448544542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5416289106448544542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5416289106448544542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/03/tears-are-so-freaking-inevitable-when.html' title='Tears are so freaking inevitable when it comes to band. damn.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3159003566809966840</id><published>2011-03-08T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:22:29.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Finding myself again... *waves to the positive winnie~!</title><content type='html'>CTs have started~ (common tests)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, they make my weekdays so '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;' in a somewhat negative way but at least, it makes this week interesting.. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's quite pekchek to study and memorise so much information at once but aiyah, after this week can rest till the prelims.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I shall spam sleep next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*nods head.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good when the opening paper, SS, ended. I have totally no idea why I felt that way but yeah. HAHA. Up to date, both mathematics papers are over and tomorrow I have Chemistry and Egeog. Great. HAHA. I've been hearing "Aload of things tested for Chem leh" from Cell. I haven't start yet... oops. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should be okay right?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think positively like what penguin has always been advocating. Yes. It's very difficult. I think... I've stopped the complaining... right? =D That's a start. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;CTs are suppose to be good for us. Yes. If not how are we suppose to know our standard for those chapters. HENCE, must do our best.&lt;br /&gt;I agree that Egeog and Chem have aload to remember but they are only 2 of the 9 subjects wor. Cannot let them pull me down. *bites lip and carry on! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PERSEVERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; I want to do&lt;/span&gt; immediately after this CTs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; a total of 3days. =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Consultation Booking for CT chapters&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Eat eat eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Research on a bunch of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6. PLAY PLAY PLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. BAND BAND BAND~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I need to find a relaxing hobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9. Reflection / think time on what I really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(HEHE, and CTs' not over yet...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow amazed by so many people who claim they don't have time and still go facebook waste the remaining time away... o_o hmm, i'm only using computer for 30minutes today and I don't touch com everyday. Am I a teenager? =/&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MISSING MR PENGUIN! =&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3159003566809966840?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3159003566809966840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3159003566809966840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3159003566809966840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3159003566809966840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/03/finding-myself-again-waves-to-positive.html' title='Finding myself again... *waves to the positive winnie~!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7037415556888246386</id><published>2011-02-02T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:22:21.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelings won't matter if you don't care~ o_o</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year Eve~&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;Yo blog, how are you? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, yesterday 4BN had our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;first &lt;/span&gt;CNY reunion hotpot dinner at President's condominium function room~ It was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; super fun!&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed running around with President like a super sidekick! Helping out is really really fun. So fun that I didn't really feel that tired till i reached home, lied on the bed and everything came hitting in. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Dylan after so long was GREAT too! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Eating, for once, was not the best thing. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, this is coming from W2 who likes to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;appear glam&lt;/span&gt; in photos. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Have to credit Xinyue's wonderful professional camera~ THANK YOU CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;The tangyuan was inhumanly nice too!~&lt;br /&gt;Omg, yesterday was super super fun!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Poor asstea missed everything wor... HEHE. Oops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than a few unexpected emergencies that cropped up, everything was a smooth as erm.. a pebble(?)&lt;br /&gt;Happy~ Though it happened like 24 hours before, I'm still high-ing about it... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No joke.&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, my phone officially died... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Currently using a noob spare phone... SO, if you sms me and I ask WHO ARE YOU?! please don't be mad... T_T&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving JB's previous high voice... T_T omg, why must his voice... break... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DAY 7 My Ex- (erm i'll just go with...) crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, erm... halo? o_o (assuming that i have someone in mind but i actually don't now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;okay,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well, I bet you're living here on Earth, happy and confident with whatever you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No more stupid blur idiot to disturb you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, nothing much to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Eat well, sleep well, Poo poo well~&lt;br /&gt;Wish you luck in whatever crap you do!&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHO IN LALA'S WORLD IS MY FAVOURITE INTERNET FRIEND?! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO CONTINUE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm smiling not because I'm in love, smiling cause of the one I'm in love with~hee hee... o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/okay,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7037415556888246386?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7037415556888246386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7037415556888246386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7037415556888246386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7037415556888246386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year-eve-hoho.html' title='My feelings won&apos;t matter if you don&apos;t care~ o_o'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5856520522128883653</id><published>2011-01-10T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:59:13.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>alone in the rain with a red umbrella walked a girl named winnie...</title><content type='html'>SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good way to start a post but well that's how i'm feeling now... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;close to depression actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A mixture of fear and sadness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;definitely not&lt;/span&gt; something you want to experience.&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I sat in the grand audi staring at the people and the names appearing on screen,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; i can't help&lt;/span&gt; but start thinking of so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we received our Olevel chinese result back. Xeap. No joke, the first paper of the many.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a A2/B3 but when Domokun actually said our whole class all As, I didn't know why but I had this sudden hope that I'll get A1.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that when I received the slip and took a look, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I couldn't feel anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sigh. Winnie, not here, not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was what ran through my mind so many times when I was in the grand audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it was because of the effect but I just felt super sian from then onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so sian before.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my very best to distract myself by working hard for the straw and egg game but afterthat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I felt that wave of emptiness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I entered the lift, I was trying very hard to hold it in...&lt;br /&gt;Entered my house quietly as I realised that my mum and brother were both busy with the computer and slipped into my room.&lt;br /&gt;Closed the door behind me and cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really feel like punching myself. Why the hell have I turned so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weak?&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought again. It really is very difficult when you sit there with a higher expectation.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around you is getting A1 and fishball noodle soup you're getting a bloody A2.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; ever get 10A1s liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll be wondering why am I so kisiao, get so sensitive over a stupid chinese result.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the main point lar...&lt;br /&gt;I can freakingly totally imagine myself sitting alone in BN emo-ing when everyone else goes on stage after their names show up on screen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, so scared.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't know myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a stupid poo poo that nobody cares about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A crazy storm cloud hovered above Tampines street 32. Who would have known that in such a rainy weather, there walked a black figure of a girl so stealthily so lonely. She held a bright red umbrella firmly in her right hand and that was the only colour that anyone could've seen on her. The girl's eyes were empty, her face was expressionless and the heart which used to beat a lively tempo throughout her entire body faded away. She was soulless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Holding a bag of Chilli flavoured potato chips, the girl walked slowly and without hesitation through the ankle deep puddles that had formed on the pedestrian road she was walking on to get home from a shop two bus-stops away. The cold waters could have frozen anyone upon touch but she was numb, too numb to feel anything else other than fear. Her worst nightmare has awoken yet again. A black and emo aura emitted from her entire body as if to warn the drivers in the car to watch out when she crossed the road without looking. She didn't care anymore. Why should she? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;All the encouragements the girl received are just words that won't really hold a single meaning unless the receiver believes. Right now, she doesn't and apparently won't ever will till tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me if I'm okay today, I'll tell you sincerely, I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;But I assure you that when tomorrow comes, I will be alright... Promise...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5856520522128883653?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5856520522128883653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5856520522128883653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5856520522128883653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5856520522128883653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/01/alone-in-rain-with-red-umbrella-walked.html' title='alone in the rain with a red umbrella walked a girl named winnie...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6013599679250029838</id><published>2011-01-09T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:19:23.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Making my life more meaningful than ever~</title><content type='html'>HALO~~ *waves frantically!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a totally&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; F.U.N&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;br /&gt;Flag day for the whole cohort of my school all over Singapore. SO cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took mrt to Dohby Ghaut, walked to The Cathay, then to bugis, followed by clarke Quay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later took mrt to Novena to have Gong Cha and finally back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I have never felt so happy saying so many 'thank you's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I think I smiled till my teeth almost fell out. LOL! It feels good when people smile while taking their money out. It warms thy heart to know that you're helping perhaps 4 or 5 people be able to pay for their medical bills when they cannot and even influencing others to do so. By going around for donations, you're helping others get the opportunity to help others. I dont care if it's just 10cents or even a mere 5cents. Imagine so many of it can eventually make up millions! Just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will never be able to match to those who started out young and wonderful like that guy who saved money to build wells and those who really go all out but, this is the least i can do and such chances are rare. =]&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope for those who donated to have a great week~! =D&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I intend to skip Day 7 for the letter challenge.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;Very simple. Who in the write mind will write to their ex crush. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Most probably see on streets just 'halo o.o' then walk off. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I like public speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I had a gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I started disliking band only in sec3.&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Today was a fairytale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6013599679250029838?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6013599679250029838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6013599679250029838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6013599679250029838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6013599679250029838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-my-life-more-meaningful-than.html' title='Making my life more meaningful than ever~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2364607125034283569</id><published>2010-12-22T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:04:30.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>If this is a dream... I'm TOO radiant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6 Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Halo stranger&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Well, though I have no idea who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;in lala's world&lt;/span&gt; you are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt; don't worry, you are not at all strange. =O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, this is quite lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We maybe strangers to each other...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUT&lt;/span&gt; hey, isn't this better?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;don't know your name, don't know your everything&lt;/span&gt;, I have no stress at all if I play with you. Isn't it the same for you? We don't have to care about each others feelings. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;I can say whatever I want whenever I want and wherever I want. MUAHAHA, cause&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; you don't know me and I don't know you... &lt;/span&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this so much cooler than if I had known you? Then it'll be&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no no no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, halo stranger, *waves frantically* nice to meet you *shakes hand, pokes stranger* PWN-ed! RUNNNNNNNNNNN~!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Celine said I'm &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too radiant&lt;/span&gt;... Am I?! o_o&lt;br /&gt;Being &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;radiant&lt;/span&gt; isn't bad...right?&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo... the more she says it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I kinda feel a little teensy tiny bit of guilty-ness...&lt;/span&gt; HOW!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall not think so much...&lt;br /&gt;Follow her advice...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt; 顺其自然吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，只能这么做，对吗？&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知多久以前就说过用华文打字是件超级无敌好玩的事耶！&lt;br /&gt;不知多久以前听说用华文沟通是多么的亲切！&lt;br /&gt;也不知多久以前喜欢上了写华文字体！＝O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恩斯特额说我得练习一下自己的 penmanship...&lt;br /&gt;说过要帮我的！她人呢！&lt;br /&gt;“怎么办我的字太丑了！”　心里的确是这么想的…嘻嘻！&lt;br /&gt;但你要我怎么办嘛！人家从小就习惯了耶！不能说要改就能改的！&lt;br /&gt;所以说了需要恩斯特额的帮忙啦！&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Open my eyes, yeah, it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only just a dream......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;我真的是善变的女孩吗?? T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2364607125034283569?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2364607125034283569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2364607125034283569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2364607125034283569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2364607125034283569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-this-is-dream-im-too-radiant.html' title='If this is a dream... I&apos;m TOO radiant...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4520612191003937308</id><published>2010-12-09T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:38:24.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Out of the boring woods came a bear wearing a red shirt~ Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woah, I was randomly reading through some older posts and i came across this! MUAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30-Day Letter Challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, yeah, I've stopped halfway but hmm, let me continue from where I stopped...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5 My Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dearest dreams (as a whole, including day dreams and night dreams~),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes you make sleeping a blessing but some other times you really make me dread closing my eyes... No matter what, I'm happy you accompany me in that few hours when nobody else can! You always make the impossible possible! Whatever people tell me can't happen, you always help me visualise in the most realistic manner... Thank you very much. I don't know why you don't want me to remember you after I wake up but I just hope you continue to pay the visit because I don't want to be dreamless when I sleep. =|&lt;br /&gt;I know it may be a selfish request because it's quite difficult coming up with ideas and it's draining your creativity but... No worries, as long as you stay with me every night, anything is okay with me~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, erm, seeyah later... I guess.. =]&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music makes one emotional and expressive. In a way, you have more feelings ba...&lt;br /&gt;Watching stories thought up by people also has the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;But when you deprive yourself of such feelings, what will happen..?&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo.&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In lala's world, Time stops when you're having fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-4520612191003937308?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4520612191003937308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4520612191003937308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4520612191003937308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4520612191003937308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-of-boring-woods-came-bear-wearing.html' title='Out of the boring woods came a bear wearing a red shirt~ Halo'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5020817488979007031</id><published>2010-12-08T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:49:15.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>So fun... But feels like a dream... Okay, someone please slap me.</title><content type='html'>lesson learnt :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER, i say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do the following. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Travel to JooKoon MRT (unless you want to research on the carbon produced by the factories there -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Travel to Marina Bay MRT (THERE IS PRACTICALLY NOTHING THERE!!! CONSTRUCTION AFTER CONSTRUCTION!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat fried rice at Vivo. (unless you have a great appetite and can eat a cow... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Never drink milktea at KOI (no offence, personal opinion. waste time  and i rather get cheaper milktea from 7eleven.) hence, apparently, so  far, China milktea is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Never go to the library expecting great results. hahaha. must research how to find a Chinese book before going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lastly, never forget to bring water bottle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S. Never knew Vivo that highest floor was so nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yesterday was a fun day~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my pants-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my shoes-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the weather-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; playing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiling hahahehehoho~&lt;/span&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SMILE! HAPPY! MUAHAHAHA! Pooh Wee is a fat bear~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder... Are memories meant to be happy or painful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5020817488979007031?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5020817488979007031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5020817488979007031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5020817488979007031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5020817488979007031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-fun-but-feels-like-dream-okay.html' title='So fun... But feels like a dream... Okay, someone please slap me.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1350597423818734356</id><published>2010-12-03T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:59:23.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>We CONNECT like we have BLUETOOTH~</title><content type='html'>So happy~&lt;br /&gt;New songs in nano!! I've always wanted to get new songs but keeps forgetting to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Since I had a free afternoon, why not? haha.&lt;br /&gt;It has come to the time where W2 will share an album and a few songs. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD OF STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (another drama you guys must catch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/wang/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracklist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;01 한번쯤은 - 티맥스(T-Max)&lt;br /&gt;02 Dreams Come True - 포미닛(4minute)&lt;br /&gt;03 또르르 - 지연 (From T-ara)&lt;br /&gt;04 Because I'm Weary - 어니스트 (Ernest)&lt;br /&gt;05 Dreamer - 선민(Sunmin)&lt;br /&gt;06 별이 빛나는 날 - 아일랜드 시티(Island City)&lt;br /&gt;07 우리라는 이름의 추억 (서정테마) (Harmonica: 하림)&lt;br /&gt;08 Sunset Of Trumpet (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;09 The Final Mission (Instrumental)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best album I found for my nano. haha. For once, I feel that all the songs are nice. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;By Chance (you and I) - J.R.A.&lt;/span&gt; [i found this after watching&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigahiga the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA! It's nice.]&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back to Malaysia tomorrow~ Well, I'm off for 2days only, still have to return to SG for Band~ =]&lt;br /&gt;My dad's company is holding a family day at some random resort. Please pray there's no disgusting insect!&lt;br /&gt;Bowling~ I hope I don't sprain a finger. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the sofa after bathing today unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to find my hair standing like some lazy lion. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My fatty brother didn't want to get dinner for me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;so sad... didn't even want to get desert for me...&lt;br /&gt;SO SAD. =[&lt;br /&gt;kopitiam no delivery de....&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&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;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥ 한번쯤은 - 티맥스(T-Max)♥ ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1350597423818734356?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1350597423818734356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1350597423818734356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1350597423818734356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1350597423818734356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-connect-like-we-have-bluetooth.html' title='We CONNECT like we have BLUETOOTH~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6494981815127970010</id><published>2010-11-27T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:48:45.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>If you see me now, I'm smiling like a fool. No joke.</title><content type='html'>I love this random device my dad lent me to watch movies and dramas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to this new one called 'Mary stayed out all night' / 玛丽外宿中~&lt;br /&gt;I think the girl is super cute though she's not that pretty~&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the show is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPER funny parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite so far was when Maeri's dad came home drunk and when JungYi tried to piggyback him, both of them fell&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (This is the FIRST funny part)&lt;/span&gt; immediately afterwards, Moo Kyul did a super super drama expression &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is the SECOND funny part)&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I love korean drama. Equally drama like Japanese drama but korean makes more sense ba... HAHA. AND AND, the emo parts are always so emo!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next band practice? I miss band. I'm bored at home. LOL.&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WANG WANG~ MEOOOOOOOOOOOW~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6494981815127970010?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6494981815127970010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6494981815127970010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6494981815127970010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6494981815127970010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-see-me-now-im-smiling-like-fool.html' title='If you see me now, I&apos;m smiling like a fool. No joke.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8844539826488333312</id><published>2010-11-15T11:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:47:24.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Like a penguin who can't fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Recently started watching this korean drama called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;《贝多芬病毒》.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I realised a huge problem we're currently facing after watching the 3rd episode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, there was conflict with the conductor and the band, so in the third epi, the girl spoke up against the conductor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She mentioned that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;the band needs a conductor whom they can rely on to help correct their mistakes. A conductor who is willing to go through thick and thin with the band...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And yes, the conductor was super pro. He's skills were awesome just that he has this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sickening attitude&lt;/span&gt; that prevents him to show a tiny sense of mercy when he lashes out at the members. Basically, you could say they were all scared of him and hence therefore unable to perform under stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It makes me think... It is obvious that the individual members in the show are strong in their own instruments but to make &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great music&lt;/span&gt; that is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;comfortable for thy heart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;soothing for thy ears&lt;/span&gt;, they must work together and then, under the baton of their conductor can they finally rise up and conjure great music. It reminds me of what &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Wong&lt;/span&gt; used to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Listen to what others are playing. Don't only focus on your score. Look up and open your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before he left, I guess that was what we were working on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Only if we listen then can we match our individual instruments to instruments of the same kind then slowly slowly to instruments of other sections and eventually the entire band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, that's if we individually practise and work on our skills first... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Only after we know the score technically then can we move on to the emotional and deeper intent of the score... By then, that's where the conductor comes in to help in that aspect of making us feel the music and giving out the correct messages. Not nag at us for random rhythm and blah blah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;However, in our current situation, we are totally unlike the people in the show who would do anything for music. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Their passion for music is overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt; Because of that they are commited to practising on their own, sacrificing their night time to practise... Their unity makes me&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Even if I am a noob in my instrument, I will feel super proud to belong in such a wonderful band... Don't you think so?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; If your peers work hard with you, if your peers share a common goal just like you and the thought of succeeding with your peers is totally something that would knock you off your feet.&lt;/span&gt; I've once experienced that but it didn't last long... I guess what would be my wish for now would be to concentrate on flute... AND my anime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/wang/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/wang/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;Black rock shooter is super cool.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like We Used To &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by A Rocket to the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I could feel her breath as she's sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;Sharing pillows and cold feet&lt;br /&gt;She can feel my heart; fell asleep to its beat&lt;br /&gt;Under blankets and warm sheets&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be in that bed again&lt;br /&gt;If only it were me instead of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he watch your favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;Does he hold you when you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts?&lt;br /&gt;When you've seen it a million times&lt;br /&gt;Does he sing to all your music?&lt;br /&gt;While you dance to purple rain&lt;br /&gt;Does he do all these things?&lt;br /&gt;Like I used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 months and 7 days ago,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know you know how we felt about that night&lt;br /&gt;Just your skin against the window&lt;br /&gt;Oh we took it slow and we both know&lt;br /&gt;It shoulda been me inside that car&lt;br /&gt;It should have been me instead of him in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he watch your favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;Does he hold you when you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts?&lt;br /&gt;When you've seen it a million times&lt;br /&gt;Does he sing to all your music?&lt;br /&gt;While you dance to purple rain&lt;br /&gt;Does he do all these things?&lt;br /&gt;Like I used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that love happens all the time, love&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a sucker for that feeling)&lt;br /&gt;You're on my mind, love&lt;br /&gt;(I always end up feeling cheated)&lt;br /&gt;And that happens all the time, love&lt;br /&gt;(Oh darling, I know I'm not needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he love you like I loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Will he tell you everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Will he make you feel like your invincible&lt;br /&gt;With every word he'll say&lt;br /&gt;Can you promise me that this was right?&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;Can you do all these things?&lt;br /&gt;Will you do all these things?&lt;br /&gt;Like we used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh like we used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-AFA X- Kaname - Departure - Flight - flute - Worries -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beep beep.&lt;/span&gt; clearing brain space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IT'S TIME FOR DER VOGELHANDLER~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8844539826488333312?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8844539826488333312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8844539826488333312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8844539826488333312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8844539826488333312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-penguin-who-cant-fly.html' title='Like a penguin who can&apos;t fly...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6577221243279363346</id><published>2010-11-13T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:25:19.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Does he do all these things, like we used to?</title><content type='html'>Haiyo, President's going to Shanghai for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;... Now I understand how my friends felt when I left... Celine's going for chalet and overseas. And Estee's going to be real busy worrying about her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ruan competition and grading... Soon, I'll be alone again. SIGH~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess this means I have more time to practise my&lt;em&gt; flute&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conductor has finally decided that we play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Der Vogelhandler&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for SYF. Finally a decision, finally a goal. I must work towards that goal~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the second time we played it in school. Surprisingly there was a tutor! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua. =O &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAY! WE HAVE A TUTOR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I felt super stresses when I first saw him, but after the tutorial, I find him rather motivating. LOL. So different from our previous one. Mr Chua is pro, though not as pro as the previous but I don't really care now. At least we have a tutor!&lt;br /&gt;Felt quite embarrassed when I can't really play my part well. Ugh. Moreover, we played it in the concourse infront of the NCC/NPCC/GirlGuides. Ugh. &lt;em&gt;Super Paiseh&lt;/em&gt; nia.&lt;br /&gt;HENCE, I've set my mind, I WILL PRACTISE HARD FOR SYF and THE CONCERT...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, quite worried and sad that there'll only be &lt;u&gt;3 flautists for the concert&lt;/u&gt;... T_T jaiyou ba...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, heading to the AFA with YanLing and Dena. Stupid fatty asstea can't make it! T_T&lt;br /&gt;I'm super excited, you know. I wonder how all the cosplay people will look like and how the whole atmosphere will feel like.&lt;br /&gt;But kinda worried it'll be too crowded till i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;AND, IDK HOW MUCH MONEY MUST I BRING. The way Dena put makes me feel like I need at least 50bucks. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing news. Justin Bieber has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;broke his voice&lt;/span&gt;... SO soon... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew he was going to but not so soon...&lt;br /&gt;I sorta cried upon knowing this morning when I was youtube-ing...&lt;br /&gt;The thought that he himself can't sing the songs he used to sing and the thought that so many people will take the chance to laugh and critisize him even more just makes me super upset.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I loved his previous voice but I'm not like some crazy fan. And I still think his songs sound better with his previous voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I'm not some superpower human who doesn't go through puberty.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Was what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it sounded a little irritated by the reporter's question with a tinge of yeah-i-know-i'm-undergoing-puberty-andyou're-not-the-only-one-who's-noticed, but also a tinge of trying to comfort himself, annoyed by his current situation.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he gets upset because of his plight. Like how I would feel most of the time when I always can't get my flute sound to sound nice... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou Justin Bieber!&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan told me " Winnie rhymes with  beanie!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;JB T_T~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6577221243279363346?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6577221243279363346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6577221243279363346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6577221243279363346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6577221243279363346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/11/does-he-do-all-these-things-like-we.html' title='Does he do all these things, like we used to?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1995595561286492845</id><published>2010-10-31T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:40:45.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>[ Can I keep up with her pace?~ ]</title><content type='html'>Recently SUPER addicted to [Love Like Woe] by The Ready Set~&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop myself from humming the nice tune... o.o&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE GO LISTEN!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;I must thank Celine for introducing it to me. YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about so many things made my brains burst so somehow started to rely on computer, sleeping and watching tv to keep myself distracted. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the world would never stop producing nicee anime and super emo dramas. LOL&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm dedicating this post to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Q-mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not really sure whether he has recovered yet but from the last time I saw him, he looked super depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH Q-MO!&lt;br /&gt;You fat dog! You better get up and run around the house hor! Sit there whole day will fat one! I don't care what you do,  go do lame stuff or whatever, just get your fat body up and about! The best go play with your fat owner lar. She see you so bored she will also bored de! If you don't want her to disturb you, go disturb her first! =] MUAHAHA. Q-mo, this is between you and me, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT TELL HER HOR! See, Winnie jiejie treat you so well~ =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, one of the things I randomly thought of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm able to stay happy and energized everyday, not only can I be happy with better results, I will also live happy, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diao, I know this sounds rather retarded and stupid. -.-''' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal for the time from now till after Olevels, Stay happy and energized at least for 5hours everyday. =O&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never enjoy your life&lt;br /&gt;living inside the box&lt;br /&gt;You're so afraid of taking chances&lt;br /&gt;How you gonna reach the top? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1995595561286492845?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1995595561286492845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1995595561286492845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1995595561286492845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1995595561286492845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-keep-up-with-her-pace.html' title='[ Can I keep up with her pace?~ ]'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5999473461619946793</id><published>2010-10-28T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:37:29.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Waiting outside the lines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I keep thinking what did I do wrong...&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand yet I'm totally helpless...&lt;br /&gt;Am I just to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I deserve an explanation?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm forcing my smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I REACH THE TOP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Teach me...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5999473461619946793?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5999473461619946793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5999473461619946793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5999473461619946793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5999473461619946793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-outside-lines.html' title='Waiting outside the lines...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3635686775547839771</id><published>2010-10-27T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:52:14.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Never felt this way before and I never want to feel it ever again...</title><content type='html'>Today was the somewhat the worst day in school life.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I had super super stomachache. The stuff just keeps churning like mad and the constant chemical reaction was driving me nuts. I didn't know what the lala was this pain.&lt;br /&gt;I never had it before.&lt;br /&gt;Yanling told me it was gastrics. Ugh. I got gastrics early in the morning?!&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it happened because I ate my medicine immediately after just drinking milk. Ugh again.&lt;br /&gt;T_T Why am I so unfortunate. LOL. Okay, not as bad as those living in run down countries I guess. Not as painful like them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I know was I couldn't even breathe properly. The pain was so terrible. It was like PAIN no pain PAIN no pain PAIN no pain. One word. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I tried resisting the pain. I knew it was the only thing I could do. I thought it would end fast.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew, I started crying in class. wtlala. Yes. No joke. It's that pain.&lt;br /&gt;Started thinking if I cannot present the yes competition reflection to the sec2s with my friends, I'll so regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL and Estee brought me to the 'sick bay' currently under maintainence. The teachers told me can't provide oral medication told me to drink milk. Walked to canteen. No milk. Another teacher say dont drink milk. -.-''' So drank warm milo. Oh, I needa pay my president tomorrow... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt get better. I was still in pain. Returned to class and somehow, it was chemistry. I didnt have the heart to learn. Spent the entire lesson tolerating the immense pain from my stomach area. Wondering if I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing lasted from the beginning of lessons (745) till recess (1030) -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the whole time suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank YL and Asstea for being there and almost risking going out of school to get me medicine. THANK YOU~ I'm feeling better now~&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;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ALL guys are liers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I should never have believed in fairytales... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A WEIRD FISH, SICK TASTE IN MY MOUTH! ARGH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3635686775547839771?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3635686775547839771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3635686775547839771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3635686775547839771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3635686775547839771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-felt-this-way-before-and-i-never.html' title='Never felt this way before and I never want to feel it ever again...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3211362868862266169</id><published>2010-10-17T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:53:00.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>I'll never catch a shooting star...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eoys are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yet I have this certain weird feeling that's unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;It just feels as if I never really gave my best except for physics and egeog... I guess...&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; my life is a round-about.&lt;/span&gt; I started with bio and chem going quite well with a2s and my physics sorta dying with a b4 yet now I'm confident that I flunked my chem and my bio paper is seriously a killer. that's all I'm gonna say for the EOY that has just passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May Jesu Kristi bless my literature papers. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm not a christian, no offence meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the truth I'm somehow looking forward to next tuesday and wednesday when they release the results. But, at the same time, I dont feel like knowing... maybe knowing is better...&lt;br /&gt;After chiong watching &lt;em&gt;xue xi zhi shen&lt;/em&gt; with celine, I am somehow quite worried for next year's o levels... There I was worrying and she was feeling excited and enthu. -.-&lt;br /&gt;There's Olevels next year... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SYF too... Band... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yestermorn was woken up by stupid bro and dad who invaded my room to wake me up for dimsum. HAHA. It was retarded. They succeeded waking me up at 7 plus.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, mum and stupid bro woke me up again to eat breakfast... T_T my sleep~~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, suggested to explore Jookoon but mum brought us to JURONG POINT instead.&lt;br /&gt;It's at Boonlay mrt btw.&lt;br /&gt;Three words... IT. IS. HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly got lost. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Spent time shopping in fairprice -.- for drinks. diao right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. Celine, Xinyu and I are somehow going to pierce our ears one day (idk when) together. LOL. We even decided who to go first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Zhenyu pierce his already, I want to see how it looks like! Maybe his entire ear is red like monkey's butt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I seriously wonder if there are after effects of piercing ear...&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding etc. What if your ear falls off?? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Went to Estee's house today~ So fun~&lt;br /&gt;We watched a random jap drama that estee claims is touching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I never cry&lt;/span&gt;... half the time I was confused and kept asking questions. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then I showed her skip beat. =] Yes, President, I showed our dear vice the anime. muahaha, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hope she gets addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; to it&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, President, we must get estee to watch Katekyo Hitman Reborn also. =O&lt;br /&gt;Estee's too noob. =]&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pooh Wee's a bear~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fibby is a fibbidon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And Wayne is a fatty. -_-'''&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WASHED MY FLUTE SWOPE (is this how you spell it?) BUT IT"S FREAKINGLY STILL DIRTY YELLOW!! AHHHHHH!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3211362868862266169?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3211362868862266169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3211362868862266169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3211362868862266169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3211362868862266169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/10/eoys-are-over.html' title='I&apos;ll never catch a shooting star...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2498109014354787074</id><published>2010-10-14T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:46:46.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Jiayou...</title><content type='html'>Gonna have my Bio EOY later in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Just realised I dont have much time...&lt;br /&gt;Just realised I have 270 PAGES  to memorise and digest.&lt;br /&gt;Just going to wish myself goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck and jiayou for all Biology students. We rawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2498109014354787074?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2498109014354787074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2498109014354787074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2498109014354787074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2498109014354787074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/10/jiayou.html' title='Jiayou...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8164219799421124721</id><published>2010-09-26T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:57:04.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>I ask many questions for your many answers...</title><content type='html'>EOYs...dreadful times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you get questions that you &lt;u&gt;dont know&lt;/u&gt; how to do... Your mind is a&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;blank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and when you hand it up, you're like thinking : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There it goes, I never want it back again...T_T&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, you'd get it back within a week... Another dreadful part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder why is it that primary school I am able to answer 98% of the questions in the examinations. Well, now I know, cause last time I only had 5subject to concentrate on and now I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. Everything seemed so easy to understand then but now, I have a question for ALL the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to secondary school life, it all boils down to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pure memory work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes I find myself not even understanding what I'm memorising, I just know, it has to be memorised because somehow, &lt;u&gt;it's important&lt;/u&gt;. Don't you think so? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to exams, there are so many things to do... I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;don't know where to begin&lt;/span&gt; and sometimes, I&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;don't know how to&lt;/span&gt;. But you just know you have to at least read through the textbooks and understand a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you want to argue that exams are not pure memory work,&lt;em&gt; I beg to differ&lt;/em&gt;. Many a times when you're having a tests or an exam, you understand the whole thing perfectly just that you're not someone who has a huge vocab or a very good way of expressing. Teachers always mark you down because they do not see the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEY WORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah. So children are obliged to do memory work to paly safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. I wonder why our brains so far has only worked up to a few percentage. WHAT IS HOLDING IT BACK?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do some people get to use more of their brain power than others. Is that fair? haha... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. What is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of a human in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Movies often state that one has to fulfil his or her prophecy...&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's my prophecy...? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8164219799421124721?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8164219799421124721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8164219799421124721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8164219799421124721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8164219799421124721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-ask-many-questions-for-your-many.html' title='I ask many questions for your many answers...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5097705692891912838</id><published>2010-09-19T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:28:13.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, people are the ones that are irritating... -_-'''</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning just to complete my amath homework so that I can move on to revision in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, was stuck at three questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural instincts would tell you to ask for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers teach us to ask for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Parents nag us to ask for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They buy us a handphone to ask for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; others.&lt;br /&gt;Even the baby will cry for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; when he needs his diapers changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel like a baby who cried and cried and finally died because I have no more tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm not sure if I'm just&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; emotional / crybaby / weakling / idiot&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do my homework, I just feel like breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;I think of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;-My EOYs are coming yet I still dont know so much, I'm still so blur!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Literally pekchek because of my inability to cope with secondary school life and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extreme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; workload.&lt;br /&gt;-If I cant handle this now, how am I to handle my job&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in the future..?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I spent 1 hour smsing and calling, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desperate for help&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; yeah I know, its a sunday and all, but I just feel so &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at myself for not being able to do three AMATH questions.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. I was so frustrated with myself that I literally&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; broke down and cried... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum came in to sweep the floor, somewhat shocked to see me crying in my room yet not making a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And she told me: (chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aiyo, do homework, do until cry ar? &lt;em&gt;ke lian...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's bound to be questions you're unable to answer, Winnie, if you know how to answer them all, &lt;u&gt;you'll already become a teacher.&lt;/u&gt; Bring your homework to school tomorrow and asks those geniuses~&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my mum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an inspirational line.&lt;br /&gt;Though I felt like smaching my phone, I just switched it off and threw it aside.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my disgusting amath homework and studied bio~&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to love self studying for biology on a free sunday afternoon~&lt;br /&gt;so there I was happily filling my textbooks with colours and post-its.&lt;br /&gt;Bio rawks in solving my emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;What a weird thing to say... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that as the years past, the human life really pushes the human body to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;Those unable to catch up will definitely fall back, unable to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Those barely hanging on will eventually let go because there IS no hope.&lt;br /&gt;Those clinging so tightly will scar their legs and lose so much energy and drop off.&lt;br /&gt;The remaining people, sitting on comfortably are the ones setting the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't you think so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, all these lead to corruption etc. If they are unable to stay on board fairly, they'll find ways to stay on board, illegal ways of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself unable to fight everything at once.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight the tops.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight the medium.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight the cheaters.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing hope, and fast.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll just be standing there, watching as the world leaves me behind and gets &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;further and futher away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from me.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through what I typed, I can only conclude one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm emo. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&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;Things ALWAYS don't go the way I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the way I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to the dreams I used to hold on so tightly to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Go on without me... I'll never catch up...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5097705692891912838?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5097705692891912838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5097705692891912838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5097705692891912838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5097705692891912838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-people-are-ones-that-are.html' title='Sometimes, people are the ones that are irritating... -_-&apos;&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5971804808749484962</id><published>2010-09-13T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:46:47.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Spreading the happiness like butter and jam~</title><content type='html'>I'm going to make this a quick one since I still have unfinished business. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;with my pile of homework not decreasing AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, normally, I would NEVER last after 1030 but who knew, I'm not really THAT tired afterall... abnormal huh? i totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should really change the way I speak English... The singlish and stuff is really affecting me...haha.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, I'm excited for tomo...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna become santa claus tomo~ HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I love to see people happy because of me... somehow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool to have three other people sharing the same birthday as you... don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, I appreciate your thoughts, intentions etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched!!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Though I only know abit of what's going on around her but I feel so blessed already to have friends like yall! HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's no one as lucky as me~ sounds bhb. okay, whatever. haha&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework really drives me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I really put my heart into it will I be able to finish? well, I'm going to continue to work hard to achieve my goals... JIAYOU WANG WINNIE!!!~&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO, I like [Introducing me] by Nick Jonas and [You're my favourite song] by Joe Jonas and Demi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow influenced by fatty Celine Seaweed WIPES and fatty Estee RICEBALL.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The first of my 15th year on EARTH.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'M GETTING AN INCURABLE FLU SOON~ SOMEONE HELP ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love you, Fibby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5971804808749484962?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5971804808749484962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5971804808749484962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5971804808749484962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5971804808749484962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/09/spreading-happiness-like-butter-and-jam.html' title='Spreading the happiness like butter and jam~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7768049200969330611</id><published>2010-08-24T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:22:49.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The amazing me.</title><content type='html'>It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;used to be&lt;/span&gt; so crazy and tiring for me in the past when I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;couldn't cope&lt;/span&gt; with all the homework and stuff. Well, not because I slacked or anything. Just that there was a sudden increase in workload. haha. Anyway, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;usual natural body symptoms&lt;/span&gt; disallows me to work after 10 every night. It is a weird habit but if I reach home and I see a dark sky, it makes me sleepy instantly no matter how many ways I try to keep myself awake. Yes, bathing with extreme cold water?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I definitely tried it before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually find it a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MIRACLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that recently (aka today :D), I find myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; fresh and awake &lt;/span&gt;at 930, after completing 3  tedious homework and having revised for 2 subjects. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm amazing, I just hope I continue to amaze myself. =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a HAPPY~ day yesterday, when I realise Iecon sold my favourite sweet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;GREATABLES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after I searched HIGH and LOW, LEFT and RIGHT for it for around&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; about the fact that high scorers for PSLE have to give way to low scorers because miracles happen. HAHA. I'm going to be that miracle. =O Sound so bhb. Just joking, hehe. I'm going to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; put in my best effort&lt;/span&gt; in studying, hopefully this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;new fire&lt;/span&gt; within me won't die so fast. WANG WINNIE, YOU MUST HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I agree&lt;/span&gt;. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy that Celine's getting me clothes for my birthday~&lt;br /&gt;Happy about the fact I got Estee addicted to Kaichou wa maid-sama.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I scored goals for floorball during PE.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I completed so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I still have a packet of greatables.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I just topped up my allowance for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that my life isn't piled up with homework.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I'm sleeping in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I'm currently using, touching, playing my supposedly half dead laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Happy that I'm happy about 10 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank Creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I better clear the newspaper piling up under my study table or I'll get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;weird mutation &lt;/span&gt;species that like newspapers.&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;I have set a goal for my EOYs. I intend to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet my own demand&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No capital&lt;/span&gt; is needed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And yes, I studied for Egeog an hour ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7768049200969330611?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7768049200969330611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7768049200969330611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7768049200969330611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7768049200969330611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-used-to-be-so-crazy-and-tiring-for.html' title='The amazing me.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1973940187568482950</id><published>2010-08-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:28:53.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all we need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Blogging challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey mum and dad,&lt;br /&gt;it's been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; these 14 years of my life. I can't imagine myself in another house living life like now. There are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so many times&lt;/span&gt; we had fun and laughed happily but these times are decreasing... Can we be like before? I'm willing to sacrifice my time and be committed&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; if you guys are going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than happy times, there were also undesirable moments when we quarreled and stuff like that... Well, it's good to have them. At least we will then be able to understand and see in each other's perspectives.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At least, that is how I see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm, though I'll always be the one ending up tearing for it... Well, it'll actually lighten up my life if we lower these numbers~&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad, I hope we can be good friends. I hope to be able to open up and be able to tell you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in my life. And I hope you'll be prepared till that time. I believe parents are meant to be the ones supporting and backing an &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;emo and emotionally unstable&lt;/span&gt; child. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life can be more meaningful if we can all live happily until that time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1973940187568482950?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1973940187568482950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1973940187568482950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1973940187568482950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1973940187568482950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-is-all-we-need.html' title='Love is all we need...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4978389116203080374</id><published>2010-08-05T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:55:03.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>The idiot = me</title><content type='html'>I strongly agree and feel that what Miss Lee said was very inspirational. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A leader who wants her members to do some work, must (first) do double the amount of work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Isn't this line so motivating? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually, I am jealous that Denise gets to scold her choir... o_o  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, this is very random...HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala! Today I totally screwed my SS test. Firstly, I didn't understand the question, secondly, I wrote whatever crap that came into my mind without considering what i wrote was relevant, thirdly, I didn't understand the sources and lastly, I spent the last minute staring blankly into my paper when everyone else was scribbling away... how sad can this get?&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to continue the blog challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Blogging challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Your crush(if I have one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I guess that you're probably my crush because &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't know I like you &lt;/span&gt;and you are simply&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that maybe some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;we can watch the sunset together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;draw a beautiful drawing together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;watch a super super sad korean drama together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;travel to New Zealand together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;laugh and joke together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;eat our favourite foods together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and just stay together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; seeing you happy makes me happy,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish for anything and I hope that change doesn't affect you the way it did for me.&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and it'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; keep so many people around you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Smile... okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiring your gloriousness &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;from afar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And yes, it has come to the time that my laptop runs out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-4978389116203080374?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4978389116203080374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4978389116203080374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4978389116203080374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4978389116203080374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/08/idiot-me.html' title='The idiot = me'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2561976506157060077</id><published>2010-07-30T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:56:33.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Precious moments in my life~</title><content type='html'>Golden road. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I brush teeth, wash face, feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Wait at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Take circle line.&lt;br /&gt;Walk my lovely golden road to school. Enter school, half die for lessons, chionging homework every free time i have.&lt;br /&gt;End of day, I walk golden road home again.&lt;br /&gt;Reach home freaking late, no time for dinner, take quick bath and chiong hw...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This endless cycle repeats itself over and over again. Well, the only difference so far is that i needa stop by the machine to top up my card at least once a month... i think...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's kinda getting on my nerves. Don't you guys ever realise this tiring fact?&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Blogging Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay... This slot is dedicated for Celine. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's actually quite an amazing thing that we've known each other for around &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;years... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So long already... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel old. &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, though our history goes way back, I feel like a know you yet I don't.... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I enjoy all the time that we spend together, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;every minute and every second. &lt;/span&gt;All the times we would talk about random things, laughing our heads off, maybe our butts dropped and we didn't know. haha. Hmm, we also had the sentimental portion when we shared secrets. HOHO. A privilege to be your BF~&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the time I get to spend with you is going to end soon... In maybe 2years, you're most probably going to Poly and me to a JC... Our paths might enter a crossroad... SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cannot talk about sad stuff all the time~ Tan Xinyi, I hope you will always remember me MUAHAHA. Even when you're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shitting, sleeping or eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I wanna haunt you~ HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting and pestering you always,&lt;br /&gt;Winnie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is kinda interesting but I think my tears are coming out and my battery is running out... so... erm, not to burst anyone's bubble or anything but Goodnight~ (30/7 10:30)&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;Time really really flies... Is school life really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; about tests and assignments?&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/2766973685042486934-2561976506157060077?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2561976506157060077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2561976506157060077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2561976506157060077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2561976506157060077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/07/precious-moments-in-my-life.html' title='Precious moments in my life~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2989967804151635918</id><published>2010-07-25T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:32:31.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>worthy or not...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, oops... Sorry blog, I've neglected you for erm... very very long... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i finally feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'll settle the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging challenge&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:85%;" &gt;30-Day Letter Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start tonight? maybe.... hoho.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23rd of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I sat in seat 14 at a Japan Band Concert in S&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ingapore&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onference&lt;/span&gt; H&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn nice. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was great to know so many schools received &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; for the NBC. Hmm... I started comparing... T_T I can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was truly impressed by the Japan Band. They sound so united. Their sound was so in tune that it felt natural... They crescendo-ed and decrescendo-ed together... The balance was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. Their conductor was... brilliant. Everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I entered sec3, I started panicking about my POP. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day I stop holding and playing my flute.&lt;/span&gt; I have no skills and no talent. I enjoy the feeling of music and the idea of band. The sense of belonging. But... I seriously&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;at my flute. Then, I thought about the CCA I was going to opt for when I enter JC or Poly. Estee once told me she was going to DSA into her ideal JC with her RUAN. I wondered... am I going to do that too...? I seriously suck. I don't think I can even be considered a flautist... I'm only&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; an idiot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who holds a flute, anyhow blow air into it... T_T&lt;br /&gt;I worried to a point. I thought of giving up music after I graduate from secondary education. Am I dumb? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Aichi Meiden High School Band's performance, I was so impressed. So captivated. That I longed to join a band like that. I wanted to be sitting in there, playing my heart out. It made me felt like becoming a musician in the future. Well, quite dramatic. It just somehow inspired me. Well, there's a load of pro flautist out there. So I guess I'll be content if I consider myself a flautist who owns a flute and belongs to a band... I'm actually envious of AMHS's Band system. They practise so long... I'm quite jealous of their unity. The students have so much passion for music they are willing to sacrifice so much. Some live 2hours away from their school. I think I'm a total dumbass for complaining my school's far away. I admire these students. I want to be like them except for the traveling so long to school part. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala... I'm confused. Can I make it? Is this question even important?&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PYU WEE IS A PENGUIN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyu Wee: Halo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2989967804151635918?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2989967804151635918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2989967804151635918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2989967804151635918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2989967804151635918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/07/worthy-or-not.html' title='worthy or not...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-941281273217740588</id><published>2010-06-11T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:46:55.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>A dream i never wanna wake up from...</title><content type='html'>the tension and worried-ness filled me completely. &lt;div&gt;I knew at any moment i was going to blank out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just knew it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i didn't know when.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore Poly RAWKS! =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm serious. hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Participated in the Young Entrepreneurship for Society Competition today! [YES competition]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;electrifying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is basically this program for students to innovate, come up with ideas and pitch them infront of a panel of judges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The preliminary and finals were held on the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;same day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; so time was tight and we only had 5minutes to pitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 43 schools, a total of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;80 plus teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So we were split into 8panels. Each panel was to come up with a finalist team each which formed the 8 teams going for the finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, apart from the delicious free food supplied and the time i somehow fell asleep before the finals, everything was nerve-wrecking! serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Ai, Celine, Daryl, Estee and I like only practised a full confirm practice this morning. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we only memorised everything today!!! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I panicked like mad woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, my part was super confusing and long AND I kept screwing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I screwed preliminary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Blinked for 5-10 seconds before my spirit &lt;i&gt;re-entered&lt;/i&gt; my body. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But overall, it was fun. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We went first for the preliminary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we were sent to the auditorium~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was somehow, expecting us to make it into finals but i &lt;i&gt;wasn't too sure&lt;/i&gt; because we had competitors. So, I went to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Ai too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up just before they announced the finalists.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda shocked when I heard our school name and some weird group name. So we were still in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;blur state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celine shook Jia Ai up and we rushed to the finalist corner after the fourth team called had already settled down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; freaking nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was afraid I'd make blunders everywhere... Like what I did for the preliminary... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moreover, we were facing an entire auditorium of ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HERE COMES THE SCARY PART.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought there'd be a 15 minutes preparation time given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT OH NO!!! They just called us to go up the stage and we were like omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, we were totally mentally and physically unprepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when Jia Ai just woke up and I wasn't prepared to go up on stage just like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The backstage guy was telling us to go go go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were like, PLEASE give us 5minutes to discuss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the lady saw us and said, okay, 1minute to discuss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH! Time literally ticked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I knew it, the man was 'shooing' us on the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dazily climbed up the backstage stairs with a microphone in my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one word in my mind was&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'damn'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We went up on stage as the first team for the finals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, we didn't really know when to start and we had to inform when to change slides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we wasted time there and didn't really manage to finish with our USE SKCHARGE, YES! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching through all the team's presentation, I somehow got the feeling that WE HAVE CHANCE OF GETTING INTO TOP THREE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, as usual, I wasn't sure at all. Cause Daryl was emo-ing and Celine was sure we weren't gonna get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt a little depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they gave out the merit awards, I was expecting the first name to be CCHMS. But who knew, it wasn't us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celine started telling us about how Denise tio the last merit and we felt upset again about the possibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WHO KNEW!!!!!!!!! We went into the top three! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was freaking happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Daryl showed the face like we were damnitly going to get first for sure. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow felt that happiness all over me, and not just within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to suppress that feeling cause there's still the possibility of not getting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I heard that the third place was not us, I WAS FREAKING HAPPY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They called us to stand on the stage before they finally announced the winner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I looked down the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not because of shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not because of panicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just because the spot light was too strong and I was smiling so widely that I began thinking I'm turning unglam. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first they said the YES Reloaded 2010&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; champions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is... on the go... (group name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get it until they said CCHMS!!! MUAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so shocked and so happy that my tears were close to flowing out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never felt so proud and happy before!! OMG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;That feeling was wondrous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But short... &lt;/span&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I received the big, thin, heavy trophy, I was already&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; smiling till I unglam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet there were so many eyes on us!!! OMG! It's just so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just super proud we &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;made history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for CCHMS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though when I was traveling home in the mrt, it felt as if nothing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just past so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm never forgetting this time when I won something with so much effort. satisfactory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BEST PART ABOUT YES COMPETITION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made friends with ppl from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; DHS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out not knowing each other till someone actually broke the awkwardness today during ice breakers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when we went crazy with ANIME~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, who watches hitman reborn? Then we were all super&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; freaking high!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the motivation, DHS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Vivian, Jun De, Brandon, Zheng Yu and Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all rawked~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&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;&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;&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;A &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;never want to&lt;/span&gt; wake up from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I know I must...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To carry on learning and striving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's what we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;have to do&lt;/span&gt;... =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-941281273217740588?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/941281273217740588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=941281273217740588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/941281273217740588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/941281273217740588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/06/dream-i-never-wanna-wake-up-from.html' title='A dream i never wanna wake up from...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4312819905380188001</id><published>2010-06-03T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:49:37.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Self-contradiction is never best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I don't know whether to laugh or to cry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Spotting a sense of jealousy and misery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What the heck is wrong with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My heart feels a wrenching ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm not sure what I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I don't even know myself anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't know if this was the ending I hoped for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My heart feels a wrenching ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Life is just too confusing and too mysterious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm not good enough, that's what I inferred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I didn't hold on to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Regretting is no use now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's all my fault. Can't blame anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yes, I shall accept fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Promised myself I'll do the best to my ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;my life is full of toleration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I will wait... I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LALALA! FORGET EVERYTHING AND MOVE ON... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2766973685042486934-4312819905380188001?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4312819905380188001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4312819905380188001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4312819905380188001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4312819905380188001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/06/self-contradiction-is-never-best.html' title='Self-contradiction is never best...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7685956008623054926</id><published>2010-05-30T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:28:20.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Cry then laugh...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, episode 8 is also sad. LOL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE! That's why I prefer the role &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; than the other two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Since everything's going back to its place in one hour... for one hour...I can like you ...Go Mi Nam...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T______________T!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, too bad he thinks he's a gay... T_T Why is he the only one who doesn't know!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAIYO!&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; Only after you cry to your fullest extent can you laugh happily for a hundred percent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2766973685042486934-7685956008623054926?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7685956008623054926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7685956008623054926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7685956008623054926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7685956008623054926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/cry-then-laugh.html' title='Cry then laugh...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7383911462816458423</id><published>2010-05-30T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:19:23.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>episode 7 is so sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I see why Celine like shin-woo. HMM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7383911462816458423?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7383911462816458423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7383911462816458423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7383911462816458423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7383911462816458423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-beautiful.html' title='You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8082724748184584236</id><published>2010-05-27T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:39:16.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Not fated...</title><content type='html'>Denise's weird outing ended up at Celine's house without Denise. HAHAHA!!!&lt;div&gt;Epic sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q-mo got frightened of the increased visitors and seemed like he was going to bite everyone's hands off! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was a fact he did bite Zhenyu's hand. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps he was just too excited to see someone the skin colour not much different from his. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHH! Du Xinyu's birthday is coming like damn freaking fast... I HAVENT GOT HER A PRESENT YET! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHH! And tomorrow I'm heading with Celine and her to buy make up?! T_T Okay, er, I think simply to say is just do some shopping. LOL. But, it feels weird. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays have officially arrived. I feel not at all calm and relaxed. THERE ARE SO MUCH HW! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addicted to the korean drama introduced by Celine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[You're Beautiful]! Feels that 'Jeremy' is super cute and shuai~ LOL. I sound retarded. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, just think that he stands out to me more than the other two. lol. Differing opinions from Celine and Du Xinyu. HEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALA. I'm going crazy~ There's so many many things to look forward to but a huge amount of hardwork is needed to make it enjoyable... how...&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Excus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for arriving late in school :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;u&gt;series&lt;/u&gt; of unfortunate events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I fainted on bed cause I hit the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My tooth brush broke and I choked on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My breakfast burst into flames in the oven and a fire started before I knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I panicked and knocked a jar of oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;By the time the firemen got here, I left for school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;On the way, I tripped over pavement and fainted again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The bird poo-ed on my shirt and I ran to find the nearest toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I rushed in only to realise it was under construction and didn't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Water couldn't come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I went to 7-11 to buy a bottle of mineral water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Accidentally bought sprite and poured all over my shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Smelled like sprite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Entered school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;finally realise my bag was burning in my burning house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;All my worksheets were gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Confronted by teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The End- &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/2766973685042486934-8082724748184584236?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8082724748184584236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8082724748184584236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8082724748184584236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8082724748184584236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-fated.html' title='Not fated...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7766962885594502347</id><published>2010-05-25T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:59:03.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>世界腐烂！</title><content type='html'>I came across this article in zhi tong che... &lt;div&gt;It said : If you vent too much anger on your blog, most probably, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you need to see a shrink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;golly... Well, the venting anger part happened long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, most of the time you'll see emo-ish posts.. right? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, maybe they're right... I should see a shrink... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I hereby request that estee downloads Maplestory so that I can play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That was extra. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there's pretty much nothing for me to blabber about nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Except for the fact that I am beginning to wonder if estee's unstable emotional problems will heal... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I admire Estee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes, I seriously do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of the many things I admire her for is her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;passion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her CCA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She once told me, if she ever becomes the chair or vice chair, she'll definitely change CO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for the better.&lt;/span&gt; Then she started blabbering to me about what she'll change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I remember that at that point of time, I was so amazed that I &lt;b&gt;felt the urge&lt;/b&gt; to help her. That urge never died still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If she decides to sort the tons and tons of CO score, I'll definitely help her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If she decides to think of new rules for CO, I'll crack my brains and give my sincerest suggestions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If she decides to organize or take part in any concerts, I'll give her my utmost support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She is someone who &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; her instrument,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;strives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for betterment and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for her CO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;People like her are rare nowadays. The generation is changing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There were times when she talks to me about certain stuff and I would listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She 'complains' &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;not because&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; she is any other retarded ass trying to lament just because of personal dislikes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She 'complains'&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; because&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; she is passionate about CO and can't tolerate people who just goes the opposite way of what's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She does that simply because she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEELS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for CO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I heard she was not the leader. I felt a sudden rush of disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe perhaps I don't really know the insides of the other leader but one thing I am sure, Estee also deserves it more than anyone just like whoever the teacher deems is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only difference now is... she can't change as much as she wanted before... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, it is possible for her to start the change from where she is currently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But only with the help of the members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If people start &lt;b&gt;respecting&lt;/b&gt; her as her post, things will definitely change slightly for the better in that certain area.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But if people don't, verbal motivation to her might not be for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope to be like her someday. That is what I call a true member. The passion I have somehow isn't as close as hers though I know there is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, all the above is just my opinion. I wasn't forced or anything to write this. It's just some reflecting I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Things in life sometimes don't go right for us...&lt;br /&gt;It's these obstacles that prove life to be eventful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By learning how to overcome them is the only way to gain success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wonder how many will succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Life Will Suck Without You~~~ FTW. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;笛子，你不会怪我吧？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/2766973685042486934-7766962885594502347?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7766962885594502347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7766962885594502347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7766962885594502347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7766962885594502347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='世界腐烂！'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8842166023277600828</id><published>2010-05-22T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:31:10.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>random anime lala</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh my lala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;episode 185 of KHR came out~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Daemon Spade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is freaking cool!!! But I still like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;mokuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! MUAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Still addicted to Kaichou but it's coming out kinda &lt;u&gt;slowly&lt;/u&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;even the manga has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; for quite some time already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okayy, time to go watch [jiu xiang lai zhe ni] liao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Actually, do you think you're wasting time now, staring at my post? Or even coming to my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8842166023277600828?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8842166023277600828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8842166023277600828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8842166023277600828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8842166023277600828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-anime-lala.html' title='random anime lala'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8680192814083591016</id><published>2010-05-21T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:27:42.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>my ever so boring life...</title><content type='html'>Today felt like a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; day. Yes. &lt;div&gt;Well, I was happy that it was &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; FRIDAY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I finally remembered something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is wrong with winnie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha. [this reminds me of estee, somehow.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be bothered to write down all the things that happen during lesson. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, I showed up in class with my weird hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, it has managed to keep my mind preoccupied...like till now. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that it looks somewhat like a rake cause it has three parts sticking out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bush cause it is not at all smooth looking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it seriously looks &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;lalala-ish SHORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, people commented that I look the same from the front but once they look at the back, it's &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there was only one comment that stated the difference in my fringe. That's cool. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough about my screwed-ish fringe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;briefing&lt;/span&gt; today! Woah, enough to keep my mind preoccupied yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, I made sure I read Miss L's message like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;5times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and confirmed that sec3s needn't come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stared at Roch before I left for briefing. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH NO, can't believe this camp requires us to complete three things, including learning a dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, returned and realise that we had to practise. Yeah, so, xh and I taught the sec1s~ HOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acutally, mostly xh lar. LOL. I ended up being a junior for a day. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MR O and MR P BOTH THOUGHT I WAS A SEC 1!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ain't it cool? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala. Locked up bandroom blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Met boss on the way out of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;took the bus with her and liu jia ying. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;This bus trip was quite a memorable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It all started with two guys sitting in a corner looking like gays. but one of them had real nice eyes. didn't really stare at him, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Suddenly, boss nudge me saying there was something disgusting on the other side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;*turned my head to that direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;*turned back immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;the guy apparently, licked the girl's face... [yuck?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;then started making out with her. -.- on the bus. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;according to boss, who feel asleep during the 40 min trip, while I was busy entertaining the spam-ology of smses, they had been kissing for more than who knows how many times since we boarded the bus TILL WE GOT OFF.-.-''' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, though I know we aren't suppose to critisise others about their doings but it really isn't a pleasant sight... lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got off bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da bao-ed black carrot cake. [for idiots like newbie, carrot cake is not a cake...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walked towards over-head bridge and saw xinmin. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talked for some time before we departed ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took lift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regretted not getting milktea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opened door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;collapsed on bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dragged myself to bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busy busy busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting freaking forgetful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there's anyway I end up offending you, please don't mind me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. what i meant was a joke... you needn't become so pissed and attempt to damage school property?!&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look at the way sec1s handle their instruments, I feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so hurt&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so pained.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ouch...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I WANT TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING MORE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/2766973685042486934-8680192814083591016?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8680192814083591016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8680192814083591016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8680192814083591016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8680192814083591016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-ever-so-boring-life.html' title='my ever so boring life...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8680290766092089238</id><published>2010-05-20T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:18:44.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>LALALA!!! MY TOE IS BLEEDING!!! T_T</title><content type='html'>Never felt &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tired before...&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the morning and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; open my eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't sleep at night... haha. A joke right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;3 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; randomly and started thinking about stuff... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never try that... yes, I'm serious... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you'll &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; end up with deep, black eyebags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE ME!! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, unless you're a fan of mine and you like eyebags too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not trying to say that I like them, of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! I've managed to lightened the mood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to my misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the official first day... Back to mugging and studies after such a short break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons were resumed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learnt about an honored man of Singapore, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Dr Goh Keng Swee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who passed away recently... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/Singapore/EDC100514-0000214/Former-Deputy-Prime-Minister-and-Finance-Minister-Goh-died-this-morning-after-a-long-illness"&gt;http://www.todayonline.com/Singapore/EDC100514-0000214/Former-Deputy-Prime-Minister-and-Finance-Minister-Goh-died-this-morning-after-a-long-illness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... It's sad... Especially when you know he's someone who contributed to the society, who is somehow the cause of why you're here on earth today, who is one with a Great mind... Such a pity but it was his destiny... I'm sure he is somewhere happy now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tired that I fell asleep during Physics, A math and Emath!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school set off with Celine to eat Frolick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to distract myself, tried to make myself happy among the busy entertaining sms part. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;b&gt; can't believe &lt;/b&gt;my juniors forgot me... T_____________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a sad thing. I shall not continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home, worried a few more times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to get a haircut and distract myself from all the worrying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did work for awhile cause my hair is freaking short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum thought I looked like a delinquent from the back sia...o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I look like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;total retard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I tie it up.... OH NO!!! T___________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mental preparation&lt;/i&gt; to be criticize by Keith the Monk who also has a screwed hair cut from since who knows when. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight world... I'm leaving you for a godly 7hours. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Miss me. &lt;/span&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;&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;&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;&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;Tomorrow will be a better day... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*forces a smile... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8680290766092089238?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8680290766092089238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8680290766092089238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8680290766092089238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8680290766092089238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/lalala-my-toe-is-bleeding-tt.html' title='LALALA!!! MY TOE IS BLEEDING!!! T_T'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4516814666792229218</id><published>2010-05-19T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:55:41.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Change, a cruel fact I'll never forget...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do... Am I just blur or am I a plain retard...&lt;div&gt;I doubt my abilities as time passes... How come other people can do so much better than me and I can't... What the hell is wrong with me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know, there are other people worth it but why me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a nobody in Band was fun... Now being somebody is just not me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It totally feels way off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the way it was before... Why does everything have to change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared. Very scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many 'if's are appearing in my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if the Band dies because of me... Will I be able to even survive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if everyone hates me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It matters... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All your expressions and body language...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It worries me... I'm not fit for it, right? Yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Became a retarded bm/ QM/ Log/ librarian today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screwed my day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st, I accidentally smsed sec1s to come though they have no Band today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd, I forgot to switch the damn air con on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd, it was my first time marking damn attendance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th, I couldn't find original score for oboe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th, I couldn't answer my juniors inquiries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th, felt so helpless, clueless, shocked etc today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th, had to bother michelle so many times with my retarded questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th, needed the prompting of friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th, clueless about everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th, realised the feeling of holding an oboe case. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my EOYs dead?&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;What the hell am I doing? Just know that words or gibberish was coming out of my mouth... I hoped and wished you guys understood... But well, I guess I was too naive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE CHANGE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-4516814666792229218?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4516814666792229218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4516814666792229218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4516814666792229218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4516814666792229218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-cruel-fact-ill-never-forget.html' title='Change, a cruel fact I&apos;ll never forget...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1862623314272806342</id><published>2010-05-17T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:08:12.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Spent half an hour staring and an hour THINKING...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me... &lt;div&gt;Why? Well, partly cause somehow I don't feel depressed when I screw my examination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... Today was the BIG day... Received more than half of my papers today!! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit that I really really screwed MYEs... Although how hard I worked for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you guys don't consider it screwed but in my opinion, I did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far... I shall go according to ranking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;73&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;BIOLOGY  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;72&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;LITERATURE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;66 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;HCL   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;51 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't it scary? My English is a borderline pass... This should be way off the expectations of teachers... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH... Didn't even get a A1... T_T OHNO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I going to do for tomorrow's? Please... I don't want to die too badly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, shall prepare for HCL oral... It ain't good to feel unprepared~&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;My Life Would Suck Without You~ FTW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1862623314272806342?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1862623314272806342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1862623314272806342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1862623314272806342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1862623314272806342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/spent-half-hour-staring-and-hour.html' title='Spent half an hour staring and an hour THINKING...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-278857341623193293</id><published>2010-05-01T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:19:13.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>typing out random thoughts = crazy act of retarded-ness</title><content type='html'>Sigh... Why am I working so hard!?&lt;br /&gt;To live up to expectations or to gain the right to play hard?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;HAIYO... holidays are crawling so slowly... COME COME COME!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;not in the right frame of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just now.&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is curently &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to Gunbound. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his examinations are coming... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a freaking primary six who is about to take his PSLE. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not in a right frame of mind. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's for today folks, come by next time.&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We, the lovers of food-olgy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pledge to eat prata everyday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Regardless of onion, cheese or egg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To build a fat society, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Base on sugar and chelesterol-ery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So as to achieve happiness, obesity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and satisfactory~~~&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/2766973685042486934-278857341623193293?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/278857341623193293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=278857341623193293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/278857341623193293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/278857341623193293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/05/typing-out-random-thoughts-crazy-act-of.html' title='typing out random thoughts = crazy act of retarded-ness'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3097381340092242870</id><published>2010-04-23T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:22:18.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Staring into the distance... Thinking...</title><content type='html'>Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable... The Mid Years are coming and I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, somehow wished I was still in Shanghai. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda pekchek when you know you don't understand aload of things but you're just not really sure what's the aload of things you're unsure about and how to ask for help...&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I survive this round of MYEs and so I can begin enjoying the holidays afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how one will always look forward to the time after the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report on current revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: SS&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge before: 0%&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge after: 1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I realise I have funny hairstyle every morning. Like some part of my hair would stand up... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as usual, I woke up unwillingly and went off to school.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep in bus... Realise I was the one of the only three people sitting at the lower deck... Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA! Had AMATH test today...&lt;br /&gt;I bet this is the only amath test that I have confidence of scoring considerably high. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;prepare yourself because I'm Pro. O:&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really sure about getting marks for the bonus question though. It was kinda rushed out sorta answer.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;sorry estee, but I've never felt so proud of myself.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL was a crazy lesson. Cause I was determined to complete my yi lun wen but well, the class just doesn't really provide that sorta environment for me... Hehe. Might considering finding new seats? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was draining. Throughout the entire lesson, I was reminding myself that MYE was round the corner and I havent start crazy memo-ing yet and that's a little abnormal... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess seems to be that important to me after I came back from fudan... It is amazing how one can change in terms of eating habits. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was cool. One simple word to describe: different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period of the day was Eng... Sigh... Feeling depressed... I failed yet another component... WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so easy for Kenny to pass with flying colours but why ain't it happening for me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just have to work so damn hard... wish me luck cause i'll need it. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedials after remedials... that's my life... FOR NOW. hehe&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;I blinked. everything hasn't change. why...&lt;br /&gt;you once told me that the world changes every second...&lt;br /&gt;is that a miracle yet to happen or is it happening at this moment because you're not here anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3097381340092242870?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3097381340092242870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3097381340092242870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3097381340092242870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3097381340092242870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/04/staring-into-distance-thinking.html' title='Staring into the distance... Thinking...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-129516559321556595</id><published>2010-04-17T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:44:28.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>random-ness about a movie~</title><content type='html'>HOHO...&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Nodame Cantibile the Movie II&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;After watching the first movie on the airplane, Ive fallen in love with the movie!!! HOHO&lt;br /&gt;Heard that it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;came out today in Japan&lt;/span&gt; or somewhere... So jealous...&lt;br /&gt;Is it out yet in Singapore? o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-129516559321556595?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/129516559321556595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=129516559321556595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/129516559321556595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/129516559321556595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-ness-about-movie.html' title='random-ness about a movie~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2992616904424644219</id><published>2010-04-15T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:22:30.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Missing that feeling...</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I reflected to my teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Unexpected always happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when my teacher was telling me about this Fudan trip, I didnt really think much about it..&lt;br /&gt;"Siao, one week leh..." Was the main thing I had in mind...&lt;br /&gt;But who knew, the day before, I was still missing Shanghai on the plane back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything must come to an end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my trip to Shanghai has ended faithfully yesterday, everything will come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies especially when you enjoy it... So does that mean you'll die faster when you enjoy your life? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will view everything I possibly can in 2 perspectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always two sides to a coin. You either flip it to the heads or flip it to the tails.&lt;br /&gt;Then death may not be a bad thing cause you're waking up from a dream...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from Shanghai, I bet nothing much will change but there'll indeed be a change.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Though I'm not very sure of myself in what ways have I changed but I'm sure that I've became more independent. And that's a good thing... If I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have experienced...&lt;br /&gt;Went to Shanghai with a risk for MYE... What should I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality really came straight at me when I landed on Singapore. First came the heat. Next my home and family... Wow. Soon, tomorrow it'll be School. Piling begins...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a feeling in Shanghai, that routine of waking up at 620, sleeping at 10 plus, meeting at many many times and even the two hour lunch time. Especially the milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed that feeling that was given to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really treat it real but accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sure it'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sorta chances don't come by so often...&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;I miss it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2992616904424644219?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2992616904424644219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2992616904424644219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2992616904424644219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2992616904424644219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-that-feeling.html' title='Missing that feeling...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5360958063259378802</id><published>2010-03-06T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:32:09.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Missing everything... EXcluding you~</title><content type='html'>Monday 8th March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long time. I doubt for my ability to survive. Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it ain't going to be easy but I sincerely hope for it to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No freedom.&lt;br /&gt;No sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;No comfy bolster.&lt;br /&gt;No home-ish environment.&lt;br /&gt;No phone.&lt;br /&gt;No Gobstopper.&lt;br /&gt;No vodafone.&lt;br /&gt;No random friends.&lt;br /&gt;No this and no that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of random friends.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of days, hours, minutes and seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of crapping and fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of band days missed!!! T________T&lt;br /&gt;Loads of delicious SG food POOF...&lt;br /&gt;Loads of gifts needed to buy....&lt;br /&gt;Loads of stress.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of MISSES...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,I'm heading off to shanghai on Monday so wish me luck. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU for whoever reading this, yeah, that sorta means you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're going to be missing me for this random period of time that's why you're reading my blog but I can't blog there so yeah, miss me and my posts. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Winnie signing off~&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;I cut my hair now it's weird and random. Thank you. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5360958063259378802?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5360958063259378802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5360958063259378802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5360958063259378802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5360958063259378802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-everything-excluding-you.html' title='Missing everything... EXcluding you~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2743580599143561140</id><published>2010-02-14T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:52:46.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>想象力丰富的人，生活是最好玩的~</title><content type='html'>150 post~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经有人说过：‘无论做什么事都要对自己有信心’。&lt;br /&gt;只要跟紧你所相信的、所承诺的，不管做什么事都会满意的。&lt;br /&gt;这是真的吗？&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵，相信没有人过的新年比我更特别耶~&lt;br /&gt;除夕吃火锅，农历新年吃 insane noodles !!!~&lt;br /&gt;我家人超特别吧？&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实用华文写 blog 对我来说是件非常困难的事耶。&lt;br /&gt;而且现在满脑子想的是待会儿亲自煮的泡面，根本没有写作的灵感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呵呵~ 越来越认为自己很无聊耶~&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对了！ 呵呵，佩珊和我约了 prc 们，在星期二下午，到 kallang leisure park, 溜冰~&lt;br /&gt;太厉害了吧~&lt;br /&gt;现在在 zi-high... 一想到可以一起出去玩，真让人感到期待耶~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别管我，我神经咯~&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过 3 个星期就要去上海了...&lt;br /&gt;想想，我该怎么办呢...&lt;br /&gt;嗨~应该可以的吧...&lt;br /&gt;我一定要活下去！！！~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝我好运吧~&lt;br /&gt;加油！~&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;不要想我了~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2743580599143561140?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2743580599143561140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2743580599143561140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2743580599143561140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2743580599143561140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='想象力丰富的人，生活是最好玩的~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2713856620175980650</id><published>2010-02-13T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:26:53.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>What's in it for me if I said you rawk?~</title><content type='html'>Currently addicted to a song called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[Fifteen] by Taylor Swift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that song has been out quite a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Who said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nobody likes&lt;/span&gt; old songs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, turning fifteen &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last moments&lt;/span&gt; of my 14th year?&lt;br /&gt;Xeap... Actually, every year is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worth enjoying&lt;/span&gt; ba...&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to put across but you know, you'll only get to live that year in your life &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing new things as I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Realising how carefree I was when I was still a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;primary&lt;/span&gt; schooler.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's cause I was still &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;thing's for sure, as you grow, everything becomes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;You understand things in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; way. A more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;complicated&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;However, I like the way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; children think.&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minds work&lt;/span&gt; in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And it's cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking about birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE, suddenly everyone's birthday is here and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needa get gifts!!! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; me of my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; own&lt;/span&gt; birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Doubt many people &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; remember...&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it'll be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; day...&lt;br /&gt;Doubt if it'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a memorable one...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine is currently in KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; joking.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quit&lt;/span&gt; fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ Chinese New Year in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;A nice t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heme&lt;/span&gt; for this year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;, YAY, we're eating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;home-made&lt;/span&gt; steamboat~~&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHTTTTTTTTTT~&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; scallops&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cousin&lt;/span&gt;'s coming tonight too~&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eretardd&lt;/span&gt; ulcer at the tip of your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the tip of your tongue when you rest it in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Against your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friction&lt;/span&gt; hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, it does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Green apple flavoured frolick RAWKS TTC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to the core-&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realise&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;of typing&lt;/span&gt; on the keyboard~&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess&lt;/span&gt; lo.&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;What's the difference between a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; idiot and a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; smart&lt;/span&gt; idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;blogs.&lt;br /&gt;first one asks you to check out the second blog and the second asks you to check the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOTAL IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;: closes the window and opens a window to check the second blog. closes the window to check the first blog. repeats over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMART IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;: Opens 2 tabs. Checks the first and the second blog continuously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2713856620175980650?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2713856620175980650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2713856620175980650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2713856620175980650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2713856620175980650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-in-it-for-me-if-i-said-you-rawk.html' title='What&apos;s in it for me if I said you rawk?~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8331425437937621678</id><published>2010-02-12T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:05:34.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>I SAW A GUY HOLDING A GIGANTIC DORAEMON AT THE MRT STATION~~~</title><content type='html'>WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a word to describe today... HAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I did emcee again for CNY celebrations and somehow, there's a different feeling to it... Like I'm so used to it that it all becomes so natural but of course, I'm still very kiasu so you'd see me constantly glancing at my speech cards~ hoho~ This year's CNY celebration was special~ I realised I was super excited to watch "The Youth Trilogy"... Though it's super inhumanly cheem and I don't understand a single thing, but you know, all the new classmates are inside!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN-NY~&lt;br /&gt;Another word to describe today... HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;Stupid da ge never plan a proper outing so I thought there was none and promised Celine to see Q-mo today. hehe, managed to pull estee along. 'O'&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Celine is leaving Singapore in like half an hour... T_T&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, we had lunch at lucky with ex and jiaxin =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to see Q-mo at PUNGGOL. Yes, it's very far, I know. But it's so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's even fun-er than watching a movie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Q-mo jumps and scratches me = proves his familiarity with me.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Q-mo stares into my eyes = I feel that dept within his eyes as if there's a whole universe behind it.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Q-mo licks my hand = IT RAWKS.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Q-mo walks with me = I feel my existence in his life.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CLIIIIIIIIIMAX~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celine and her mum went to take a direct bus home so estee and I had to hunt for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;we were deciding and in deep thought~&lt;br /&gt;Below is the story of HOHOHOness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to eat Moss Burger.&lt;br /&gt;LRT stopped at Coral Edge and we saw Punggol Plaza with a koufu sign.&lt;br /&gt;We got off.&lt;br /&gt;Entered Punggol Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, it was close to deserted.&lt;br /&gt;However, it looked fine from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;We entered.&lt;br /&gt;I made a face upon realisation.&lt;br /&gt;Turned to estee and said, "I think I know why people don't want to eat here liao..." then turned my head to the nearest standing fan. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Simply to say, this KFC has no aircon. T_T&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. Do I sound like i'm joking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER FUN_NY THING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about fudan trip when suddenly the radio in KFC played 21 guns... IN FEMALE VOICE. I was like "HAR?!" and looked at estee.&lt;br /&gt;same expression.&lt;br /&gt;Then we burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Crazily, the singer changed from female to original back to female in a single song. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE REFER TO ESTEE's BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;thatanticipation.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estee and I are planning an outing with the prcs and scholars on this coming tuesday~&lt;br /&gt;Destination bugis!&lt;br /&gt;It's still in progress so... hoho~ see how lo.&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;OUTING OUTING OUTING OUTING OUTING OUTING OUTING OUTING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8331425437937621678?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8331425437937621678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8331425437937621678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8331425437937621678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8331425437937621678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-saw-guy-holding-gigantic-doraemon-at.html' title='I SAW A GUY HOLDING A GIGANTIC DORAEMON AT THE MRT STATION~~~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6956401180720162046</id><published>2010-02-07T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:31:41.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Gazing outside the window...Wondering what's for dinner...</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to seriously feel i don't know myself well enough.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio lesson is apparently a lesson which i don't understand a single thing. Now i finally realise what people mean when they say a blank mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. I don't what to type in a blog post. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching Autumn's Concerto~ HOHoHO&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short and simple post. the end.&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;It feels good to be typing on the keyboard again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6956401180720162046?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6956401180720162046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6956401180720162046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6956401180720162046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6956401180720162046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-beginning-to-seriously-feel-i-dont.html' title='Gazing outside the window...Wondering what&apos;s for dinner...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1477002647509114724</id><published>2010-01-10T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:34:37.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Struggling to survive...</title><content type='html'>Sigh!~&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school is finally over...&lt;br /&gt;The next is coming... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely see the difference between sec 2 and sec 3 life...&lt;br /&gt;I started studying till 11pm on the first day to pre-read on Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable... right?&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of week one term one, I realised I had a serious homework load...&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can fairly imagine this dude, carrying a ginormous haversack, dragging it inch by inch.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you, that dude is me and the ginormous haversack is filled with all my homework, stress level, activities, issues and ETC.&lt;br /&gt;yes. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely the beginning of sec 3 and I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on a cliff, dangling in the middle of no where... &lt;br /&gt;If I drop, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm taking school life so damn serious...&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piling in, I still have Band. Well, at least recruitment day is over...&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, I think it was a total screw up. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but, I must think positively!!! New sec 1s!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a...  sec 3?! Are you serious?!&lt;br /&gt;Other than feeling and thinking like a primary six, perhaps looking like one... I seriously can't believe, I AM OFFICIALLY A SEC 3... Though I'm not quite 15 yet...&lt;br /&gt;Time flew and now it's crawling...&lt;br /&gt;I MUST JIAYOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faced with issues that i normally don't really get bothered by, I feel so ...&lt;br /&gt;One word, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;xeap. The end.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixture of feelings... as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Mixture of emotions... as normal.&lt;br /&gt;Getting eyebags?!?!?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. Okay, i'm lame. Yes, I know.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I want to experience in this year... Don't know if they are possible.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, stress is definitely not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure you people don't read long posts. But it's the long posts which are so damn interesting. =D&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;I turning little dependent. But I want to break away... LEARNING INDEPENDENCE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1477002647509114724?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1477002647509114724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1477002647509114724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1477002647509114724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1477002647509114724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2010/01/struggling-to-survive.html' title='Struggling to survive...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8901382564988000693</id><published>2009-12-30T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:07:22.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Such a coincidence~ :OOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this coincidence or what...&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 145th post.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn ep 145!!! OMGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSUNA IS SO DAMN COOL!&lt;br /&gt;there's this point where Hibari!!! and Mukuro!!! were fighting... Then Tsuna jumped in between them and said, "Stop." SO COOL! Even Hibari and Mukuro were impressed. HIBARI EVEN SAID WOW!!! OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene is so damn cool!!! MUAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm zi-highing here... Dont mind me.....&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL!&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;[145] Hearts to Hibari, Mukuro and Tsuna~ LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8901382564988000693?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8901382564988000693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8901382564988000693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8901382564988000693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8901382564988000693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/omggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.html' title='Such a coincidence~ :OOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8836871717963397791</id><published>2009-12-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:59:10.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Messy Christmas!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8836871717963397791?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8836871717963397791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8836871717963397791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8836871717963397791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8836871717963397791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/messy-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8590112843570263656</id><published>2009-12-24T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:47:52.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently in KL...&lt;br /&gt;Yawn~ Everyday is so darn tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I shopped with my mum yesterday and today~&lt;br /&gt;Hearts to the shop called [ROMP]~ =D&lt;br /&gt;YAY!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched high and low for gifts for federation and boss nia.LOL&lt;br /&gt;Really, HIGH AND LOW~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's so late liao... I reach home late everyday.&lt;br /&gt;YAWN!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, actually this holiday was a last minute decision...&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;Walking the entire day until your leg aches crazily and frowning at almost every single thing because if their absurd-ness!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts to cash sponsored by dad... LOL&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!! I'm turning money-minded...-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is not all bout shopping... There's also playing computer games! YAY!~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I tried Left 4 dead 2 LEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's creepy but quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself walking to and fro because I worry that my comrades won't be right beside me when I enter a room filled with weird zombies... HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the part bout FOOD!~&lt;br /&gt;Food is the love!!!&lt;br /&gt;Constantly reminded of SALAD HA!!! Ha is Cantonese for prawns or shrimps... It nice~&lt;br /&gt;I just enjoyed something else just now for dinner - SOURSOP SHAKE!!! SO DELICIOUS~&lt;br /&gt;Now that is the current favourite. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to shopping...&lt;br /&gt;I find myself attracted to watches... AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT FIND NICE SNEAKERS!!! WTH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, still on the hunt for a nice bag to last through sec 3...&lt;br /&gt;I got a headache finding gifts for you ppl nia!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else ar...&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nothing else... I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I realise something!!!&lt;br /&gt;People in KL have nice and non-messy hair nia...&lt;br /&gt;I tend to stand out everywhere I go.HAHAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tomorrow I think I'm going to find my KL friend... He used to play with me when I was young.... Dont know whether he remembers me... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Ha Min Zai!!! Cantonese for Prawn noodles guy... HAHAHA! Cause his family opens this shop that sells prawn noodles... HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;I remember he used to bully me de lo. -.-''' Steal my toy car from me!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what you people are doing in Singapore at this moment... SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;Actually not this moment... I wonder constantly...&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;I look out the window of my aunt's fast moving car... How come I see the same car again and again? Oh. Cause the car ain't moving and we're stuck in a traffic congestion... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse? My bro's taking too much space... Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, the air conditioning seems to be working much better than the taxi I took just now... Yay. Wow. Great.&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed interesting... With my slow fingers, poor memory and sleepy eyes, I shall live through~ HAHA!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8590112843570263656?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8590112843570263656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8590112843570263656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8590112843570263656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8590112843570263656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/currently-in-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5818438533338649598</id><published>2009-12-22T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:13:29.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wa sian.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER vexed and sian...&lt;br /&gt;My brain juices have been drained out trying to edit the damn Recruitment Day Proposal to satisfy the comm members....&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;According to what they said, since our marching standard is sooooo lousy, marching on that day would be an embarrassment... WOW.&lt;br /&gt;And then they said that playing loud pop songs would be another problem.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, practically no more ideas liao lo.&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;wth lar...&lt;br /&gt;then we manage to think of ideas to counteract and satisfy the demanding comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, apparently, if anything goes wrong, it is ARIC's fault... WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~ The fate of the ric department rests in my hands. FISHBALLS.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~ I'm going to KL tomorrow.........................&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE~ T_T&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;I don't want but yet it happens...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is within my control... ='[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5818438533338649598?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5818438533338649598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5818438533338649598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5818438533338649598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5818438533338649598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/wa-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-374748303596238366</id><published>2009-12-20T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:03:57.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Man In Black...</title><content type='html'>Staring at this black figure in a sea of whites...&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts ran through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Memories... plus a tinge of protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sitting in the audience? Why was there a terrible ache in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I was performing on stage under his baton...&lt;br /&gt;How I wished we also had the exchange with SUB...&lt;br /&gt;How I wished...&lt;br /&gt;But wishing seems pointless and no use liao.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the memories are just delusions that never really happened...&lt;br /&gt;It all came so fast but in the end, went so slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had promised myself that I must not get upset because of this.&lt;br /&gt;But... Seems like I failed.&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you might think I'm selfish but you'll never understand this feeling unless you undergo it...&lt;br /&gt;To a point which I'm jealous when I see him conducting other schools. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still don't know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to believe and what not to.&lt;br /&gt;But what difference would it make even if I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's use of writing petitions after petitions?&lt;br /&gt;Do they really work?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what really happened but if He knew it was going to happen and yet he couldnt do anything to stop it... Or maybe he didn't want to...&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes us think that our petitions would work.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they really work, it has all already ended...&lt;br /&gt;Everything ended on that very day...&lt;br /&gt;If they worked, would he be willing to come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. If we really think about it, we were not suppose to see Him in sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;According to what he said, he should've left few years earlier after that gold...&lt;br /&gt;Which meant we were already not suppose to go through this 2years.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking positively, it was already so damn lucky we got to experience it...&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't want to think about the negative part...&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;I'm beginning to think that I'm hallucinating...................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-374748303596238366?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/374748303596238366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=374748303596238366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/374748303596238366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/374748303596238366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-in-black.html' title='Man In Black...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7980710880017004171</id><published>2009-12-19T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:51:13.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Byakuran RAWKS!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halo~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sorry for neglecting you, blogger. =|&lt;br /&gt;I have obviously gotten addicted to Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, currently, liking this character called Byakuran!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;He looks and feels damn pro nia!!!~&lt;br /&gt;BYAKURAM!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda into table tennis!!! YAY! Chopping and smashing against my brother. MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched [Avatar] yesterday with JUNIORS! Woah. So weird but funny. Hmm, the movie was making me dizzy in the beginning but later it was kinda interesting and mesmerizing~ My favourite part was when Sully flew on the big gigantic red creature!!!!~ SUPER INHUMANLY COOL!~ I thought he was about to die without the oxygen mask. THe movie was so darn COOL with all those visual effects. The native people look so beautiful. But obviously, i don't really think we can find native people who look so beautiful with wonderful figure on earth. HAHA. Another planet? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, you must watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Currently very interested in people with SUPER low voice! o.o LOL&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had very low voice................................&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;不可能实现的承诺...你在期盼奇迹吗...?  &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/2766973685042486934-7980710880017004171?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7980710880017004171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7980710880017004171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7980710880017004171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7980710880017004171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/byakuran-rawks.html' title='Byakuran RAWKS!~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8940122704040440353</id><published>2009-12-16T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:02:10.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to try a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TROMBONE&lt;/span&gt; today!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that playing a trombone could be so interesting and challenging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm super tempted to try out ALL the instruments in Band...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn rawks!~&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to like Tsuna...&lt;br /&gt;lambo is still my favourite~&lt;br /&gt;and, i really think i'm addicted...........&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my best friend.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise that when you're singing [Our song] by Taylor Swift, you most probably needa have the accent. 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;&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;Looking forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I worry.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I can cope...&lt;br /&gt;What about you...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8940122704040440353?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8940122704040440353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8940122704040440353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8940122704040440353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8940122704040440353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlight-of-day-i-got-to-try-trombone.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2054498326796462947</id><published>2009-12-08T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:26:22.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Homework cramming up my head...</title><content type='html'>2 more days... Will I be able to make it? Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;HCL homework is driving me nuts!!! Because of my constant thoughts of it, I've become stressed up lately...&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday we met at Celine's house to attempt completing them. =D&lt;br /&gt;Since LC was the easiest, I started with that. After that, we took turns to record our oral reading passages outside the room. Let me tell you, it's very very difficult to get a perfect recording! There will sure to be mistakes somewhere. So just take the better one and submit it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Later, when it was my turn to record, the others started playing the game  of life. T_T without me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's basically a board game. In my opinion, you practically buy and sell houses all the way.&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was not completely wasted, I would say. Because I completed my LC and both oral reading passages. =D&lt;br /&gt;Today, I plan on finishing the recording of my conversation. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;My book review shall be last since it is easier than the oral thingy but I still think that LC was the easiest. =O&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got addicted to anime again. =O&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for an anime with nice drawings and you really can't find one, why not try [Katekyo Hitman Reborn] !!!&lt;br /&gt;The story revolves around the theme of mafia and daily unexpected problems of a boy named Tsunayoshi Sawada. It was claimed that he was to become the mafia boss of a mafia group called Vongola, which apparently was ranked number one in all mafia groups. A baby-like guy called Reborn was sent to train him. Because Tsuna lacked in confidence, Reborn constantly had to shoot a bullet called the Dying Will bullet into Tsuna's head. This bullet will kill the person but if the person has a regret, he will be reborn and becomes adamant about fufilling this regret he never got to fufill before he 'died'. However, this comes with a price, Tsuna always has to sew his clothes as it is always ripped apart in the transformation. And of course, like all other animes, Tsuna is accompanied by his loyal friends.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you have nothing to do at home, and able to use the computer, Please watch this anime. I guarantee that you'll want to watch on. =]&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;You see me smiling and you think I'm happy. You don't know me. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2054498326796462947?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2054498326796462947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2054498326796462947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2054498326796462947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2054498326796462947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-more-days.html' title='Homework cramming up my head...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6319731377631062310</id><published>2009-11-22T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:09:48.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Movie marathon? 0.0</title><content type='html'>YAY! I feel so accomplished. I managed to get my dad to watch a movie with me! -.-&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this to be a DD (dad and daughter) outing but my brother tagged along. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Wanted to use the movie coupon but unfortunately, they said I could only watch one without an * sign. So sad. The original plan was to watch [2012]! Well, I decided that we should stick to it lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2012]&lt;br /&gt;-157 minutes&lt;br /&gt;-Directed by Roland Emmerich&lt;br /&gt;- released on 12th November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics and visual effects was super cool! The whole thing was based on the fact that there were disasters everywhere with a tinge of comedy. Very cool! If you pay attention, you will laugh throughout the entire show. I think I like the part where the limo overtook the yellow oldies car and that car crashed into an uplifted road. haha, no offence though.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried three times. Twice for the indian fella who died. So sad. He was the one who figured out that the world would end, he awaited for the damn plane to come and fetch him and his family yet nobody came for him. SO SAD!~ Till the end when he died, he provided the information that the tsunami waves were coming from the East. If the people in the ships didnt know this critical information, they couldn't have calculated the second wave which increased the rate of the impact that was going to happen. I almost cried again when the geologist mentioned "He was my friend" or something like that. Trying to say that they owe their lives to that man who died because no plane was sent to fetch him. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Since my tears didnt come out, not counted. My brother on the other hand cried. :]&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA. Yes. I'm serious, not joking. MY BROTHER CRIED!!! Yay. I didnt. YAY! MUAHAHA. See, I'm zi-highing about this fact. =]&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm upset about the ending. Kinda expected. So disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;If the whole thing ended super pessimistically, it'll be interesting. Everyone DIES... Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Because then, it'll be so sad that they tried their very best yet it was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Omg... I sound so sadist...&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Reminds me, there was a sadist in the show. I think named Charlie. SUPER SADIST. rather, he commited suicide. I applaude him for his bravery. Kenna crushed by a burning piece of gigantic rock. Pro. Giving his listeners first hand information till he died.&lt;br /&gt;The president of USA was also very brave. he said "I'm coming home, Dorothy" And died. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;So many people died...&lt;br /&gt;ALthough it was about many many deaths, I don't think it was gory. I like the part when the girl stick out the middle finger! P.R.O.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm so sleepy... YAWN~&lt;br /&gt;See, me too, giving readers my opinion until I sleep. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, just go watch okay? GOODNIGHT!&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;Tomorrow's another day... 2nd day after Mr Wong left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6319731377631062310?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6319731377631062310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6319731377631062310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6319731377631062310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6319731377631062310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-marathon-00.html' title='Movie marathon? 0.0'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1453719668210970108</id><published>2009-11-22T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:00:32.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>The Last of everything... It ends now...</title><content type='html'>I didn't expect my life to be so eventful... One day I get some weird disease and the next thing i knew, my conductor's leaving us. How ironic can it get? Just when I have finally settled down my life in Band, everything's falling apart again. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I used to worry and panic about every Band Combine practices, although I looked forward to them. There were two main reasons I enjoyed Band...&lt;br /&gt;1) I was given a chance to make music and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;2) I liked to see his reaction to many things.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at him when he talks to us and trying to understand what he's thinking and what he's feeling was something I find myself doing often. There were times when he entered the Band room with a very black face, we knew immediately that he was in a bad mood and we were dead. But of course there were times when he's in a good mood and I loved his jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, he would often share about his own experiences with us and all of it were so interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Later, my thoughts drifted to the memories I had of Band in the past. I remembered the Beijing trip, blah blah. It's actually very sad when you know you're not going to see this person anymore. No more of the same scary conductor sitting infront of you, giving black face and positive stress. SIGH~ To think of it, I'll actually miss the times...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ I'm only a secondary 2 whom he'll forget sooner or later. LOL. It's a sad fact. When he said that CCHMSB was the most precious band to him (or something like that), I knew that this bond was caused by the alumni and the seniors, and I'm not really contributing directly to this factor although I'm in it too. What he'll remember and feel nostalgic for is actually all the times in the years he taught cchmsb... Although he might not know who are the ones feeling sad for his departure, but one thing's for sure-- people whom he isn't really close with are feeling sad too. And one of those people is me. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when he wanted us to ask questions, my mind was in a total blank. Everything seemed like it was a dream, so unreal. In my mind, this phrase played over and over again, "in a few more minutes, you're not going to see this fella again."&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, I feel empty. The aim's gone. So the worried and panic feeling is gone too, poof! Vanished into thin air. What do I work for now? Hmm, getting my basics right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;You know, after Mr Wong leaves, CCHMSB is going to turn into chaos. Everything's breaking. Are we really going to be bias against the new conductor? He/she is seriously going to have a hard time, with many people feeling upset over this issue, many having the idea of quitting.&lt;br /&gt;My life in cchmsb is going to be difficult but I want to continue on to see what this new conductor can do. Is he/she going to make history to be able to bring our band together and make music like how we used to? Can everything return to normal? No. But we can create a new cchmsb, right? I tried psyching myself that we had to accept this change and then adapt to it. No matter how unwillinging we are... This is already done and we can't do anything to change it... What's the point of feeling pissed and upset now that everything has been confirmed? I guess we'll just have to live through   it.&lt;br /&gt;We encounter many people in our lives, most of them come and go. It's just fate that he was brought into each and every one of our lives and now, harsh reality has to rip him away from us.&lt;br /&gt;But, with him leaving, I expect the new conductor to understand our band just like how He used to and lead us towards excellence like how He would want it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment, I am not going to feel sad that Mr David Wong is leaving CCHMSB. I wish him all the best in whatever he does and always remember cchmsb no matter where he goes. I just want him to know that he has already become engraved at the bottom many of people's hearts and he has became a page in the book of my life story. (Or if prefered, PAGES...hehe XP)&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;Sometimes, I really hate the law of constant change!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1453719668210970108?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1453719668210970108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1453719668210970108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1453719668210970108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1453719668210970108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-of-everything-it-ends-now.html' title='The Last of everything... It ends now...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1808081542670549962</id><published>2009-11-15T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:45:30.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Hmm... Class Chalet, HERE I COME!</title><content type='html'>Woah. It seems that I haven't post a single thing for such a long time. Hmm... Sorry! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I've forgotten to...maybe... it's just that I'm either too busy or too tired~ Muahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I've checked. The last post lagged at the preparation for E-fair.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, simply one word to say, "fun." =] I must mention that this haunted house was in fact very interesting. I like the third lane!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure whether I'm considered slacking or busy... Hoho. Cause when I'm in the haunted house, there's not many things for me to care about since there are so many people caring... I only get to fix stuff like the cupboard which KEEPS breaking. And I cannot hang around anywhere except the com area cause other areas are exposed.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it is actually not a good idea when I occasionally become a guide. LOL. So, I ended up hiding at the fog area with Nicholas and Eloy.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not a total slacker! I had to go down to the Disco Room to do checks on the newspapers which keeps falling down. T_T''' Yes, it's kinda troublesome. But, it's cool whenever I go there cause the atmosphere is totally different from the Haunted house's.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my opinion, the Disco Room was a HUGE success. Apart from the breaks in between, the room was jam packed with primary schoolers who thought they could dance. HAHA. Maybe some just went in for the atmosphere but the sight is really amazing. =] And, I had free admission.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, there was a 'party' in the Disco Room. We sorta 'saboed' Vivian to dance. She did. Quite pro-ly, I guess. Well, it's for sure that i'll never do that good. We were almost saboed to dance too. Scary... Dancing isn't what I can inpromtu with... LOL. Better leave the dancing to Primary 6s. HAHA. Well, I realise that Mdm Shanthi loves Pizza. =] HEHE. So happy that I managed to get a drumlet. =O _____  Hmm, last night I woke up remembering that I had class chalet tomorrow and I didn't realise it... Well, now I'm feeling sad but excited. Cause my toe hasn't recovered yet. T_T &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But excited because I'll get to see Estee's sleeping face. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. I think I'm running out of cash DURING the hols. I WANT TO BUY MORE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry for the spamming of exclaimation marks. But, I think I'm in love with reading again... Weirdly, I'm picking up the hobbies I've dropped... Like cross stitching and reading. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to live through my holidays... I really don't know.&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;Pondering about questions I have never thought about before...  XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1808081542670549962?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1808081542670549962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1808081542670549962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1808081542670549962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1808081542670549962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/11/woah.html' title='Hmm... Class Chalet, HERE I COME!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7939666052703750483</id><published>2009-11-01T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:26:58.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress level dropped to 70...</title><content type='html'>A series of unfortunate events happened to me on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three blisters on my right biggest toe and had difficulty of walking. YES. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;Limping away~&lt;br /&gt;It hurts especially when you are wearing school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;What's worst, it's underneath, near the joint. =[&lt;br /&gt;yes, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I helped out my juniors in CZ with their haunted house. Okay, it was really fun and funny but something happened...&lt;br /&gt;Elloy (Eh, is it spelt this way?) dropped the spray paint can and broke the button to press it.&lt;br /&gt;I picked it up...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here comes the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;I picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;I studied the button that broke off.&lt;br /&gt;I connected the broken off part.&lt;br /&gt;I pressed. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 5 seconds, one word went through my head - Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't realise I was pointing the opening directly at my face. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I ended up spraying myself with RED paint and i looked like I murdered someone.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So, YunJin brought me to the toilet and I started scraping the paint of my face. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually laughing crazily until I realise paint had gotten into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;My face was red, my lips were red, my nose was red, now even my teeth was red.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, did I scrape paint of my tongue?! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, another unfortunate event. Celine and I got off the bus. I had to shelter Celine to her block as she didn't bring an umbrella. So we were getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes.okay.&lt;br /&gt;(until I realise a big puddle of water in front. )&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Stop!&lt;br /&gt;"Har?"&lt;br /&gt;(By that time, I sort of jerked to a stop and my maths book slipped out from my arm.)&lt;br /&gt;NO~~~&lt;br /&gt;*Splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it, a series of unfortunate events in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Band.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;As usual I arrived so darn early. Around 6.30... LOL. An hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the guard was there.&lt;br /&gt;And shockingly, he didn't know we were from CCHMS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I got in.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for an hour I guess then it was fall in time. Yay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s really need to improve on their drilling I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why being an ARIC is so tiring. LOLS. Especially when you have to some up with lots of plans... And worst thing is we live so far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was breathless yesterday. Couldn't hold a good note for 10 seconds. Great. -.-&lt;br /&gt;During combine, I was pondering about many things while Mr Wong was teaching the other sections. I wondered about leaving when I become sec4. I think that's going to be damn sad. I wondered why music was made this way. Only the talented could be recognised. To become talented you must be hardworking. But it depends. The 'talent' standard has been raised so high up that if mastering an instrument is nothing. And since that is nothing, learning one from scratch is so far below nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I had to leave for the rehearsal for that MOE thingy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Being emcee is VERY tough. Especially when you need to read a bunch of names.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I swore that I wouldn't take up emcee in chinese now, I shall decided to not take up any whe I need to read more than one page of names. Cause that is RIDICULOUS. Read a name wrongly and that fella will gve you the evil eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I'm just an emcee. And wy don't you come up here and do the whole thing, let's see you get EVERY name right. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMCEE... I'm busy. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I waited in the concourse for the food and for DU XINYU, who took a VERY long time. Next time, I shall not wait for her. MUAHAHA. As I was saying, while I waited at a table, suddenly, a group of 'guests' walked towards me and sat at the table I was at without asking if anybody was sitting there. WOW. So I moved to another table and the same thing happened... WOW. No choice, move again. I think in all I moved 3 TIMES! SIAO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotically, Keith has many retarded tricks. Including the jelly that landed near xh's butt. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;OKay, so... it was time to head home. We saw many kiasu aunties grabbing containers and storing LOTS of food. LOLs. THen IT RAINED SUMOS. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to wait for the rain to get lighter but it seems very unlikely to. Later, I saw Miss Ng getting into her car.&lt;br /&gt;So I had a brilliant idea. We waved our hands and arms vigorously to get her attention. At first I think she thought we were waving goodbye to her. But later we did the 'come here' sign. So she decided to give us a lift. MUAHAH. Stupid Keith don't want to sit in the front so Du xinyu sat infront. had a fight in the car. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Keith treated Du Xinyu and me to FROLICK! How can anyone find it disgusting? MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Keith, I wrote this already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes. hey, I blogged in the morning so I have nothing much to say for today. Maybe i'll blog again tonight... Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that the emcee thing is over. now I shall worry about other stuff...&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;If I knew what was going to happen in the future, I will feel sad because I know it in the present...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7939666052703750483?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7939666052703750483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7939666052703750483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7939666052703750483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7939666052703750483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/11/series-of-unfortunate-events-happened.html' title='Stress level dropped to 70...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-9164172210589951502</id><published>2009-10-22T16:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:50:39.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>I need to think... HMM~</title><content type='html'>Sigh~ Currently, my school is turning into a battlefield...&lt;div&gt;Simply. Everyone is desperately and crazily AND inhumanly snatching positions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling very down... SIGH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it kinda sad when you sit at your desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You receive your test paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mind tells you that it's going to be bad, so don't look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You regret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUDDENLY. -okay, this is the important moment.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wa, you got full marks wor!" comes from your right side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all around you is...... Noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being overwhelmed in a corner beside the pillar by voices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds of happiness enters your right ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exits from your left ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically too sad to care about others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my plight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understand it. &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;LALALALALALALALALALALALALALA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm trying to distract my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wish to think of unhappy stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought of it. T_T&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;Well, since you endured through my very long and tedious and tiring and... (OKAY, enough) post, I shall reward you! LOLS. You want to know my results, right? '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! I knew it. LOLS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="WUMUASUG" title="U2FsdGVkX1+PD9Er0+aNgEm3HkE5VbIC71802Z7tUvRCSSa5K4M0h3l5LIFPIb6Jt64BnM9A7Jl1LsGzhL9oMJDAIXHaY1bW7kfrZc22y0zrMgvDBCTi+rG95+Ur6ht34DjwgV2f3do/oYXJhkn4rzJVds/YkDrfcSaF3OcmIxXgm8nyp8qcrVAkhNHgBiAXF/IehsygKM/B+ord3vWFSZ3ElrTvTYcPVom0W6qY0uuH2w96auze/ZZreiMLjbWdlwzUH32+Fc8H5efa1BjO90OjPiX9I2clYuYhpfDfO1tlq/9P960soM2K5srESOKXBa/8Y5jXXmRAwhC0uAYs11QKA4LrAPx+jIovMwd11gQ="&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('WUMUASUG')"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click to know, if you know me well enough :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SIgh~ I still can't believe it. I IMPROVED IN MY LIT BUT OTHER'S IMPROVEMENT ARE HEAPS AND BOUNDS. =[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SIGH~ Tomorrow is my 'funeral'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Maths have some hope... But History is somewhat dead... =[ SIGH~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MUAHAHA. So typical eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-9164172210589951502?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/9164172210589951502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=9164172210589951502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/9164172210589951502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/9164172210589951502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-to-think-hmm.html' title='I need to think... HMM~'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4073150860941275627</id><published>2009-10-21T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:31:51.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance... It's a problem.</title><content type='html'>SIGH~ HOHO. Firstly, I want to announce to everyone that TODAY IS CCHMS's MARKING DAY! MUAHAHA~ lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, when is S.H.E.E.W. going to have fun together? I believe that there will be one day that all of us will be free! MUAHAHA. Then we can really JJ with Celine, Boom Boom Pow with Estee, Jay Chou with Eanxiang, Taylor Swift with BeeHoon and MayDay with ME! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Can that day please come quickly? I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dao mei&lt;/span&gt;... While I was in the bus with Celine heading towards Tampines mall, Miss Kwek called me. AHHHH~ I thought it was about the Englit thingy...&lt;br /&gt;BUT... :_[ She called to tell me that I was chosen for another MC duty. Sigh~ And my jaw seriously dropped when she said I was doing it with LEE JINGYU!!! -.-||| Scary right? Somemore this is for MOE. Can JY handle it? HAHA, joking lar.&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was happy. Muahaha. Went to the movies with Celine since everybody was busy. Hehe. We watched [Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs!]... yes.&lt;br /&gt;It is not lame!&lt;br /&gt;Almost everywhere there's food! I think my favourite food period was when it rained ice cream. Yummy!~&lt;br /&gt;There was a very sad part which I cried, when Flint was hiding in the trash can. He felt that he was trash... For more details, WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the other sad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sam was cut and started expanding while grabbing the licorice Flint was daggling on.-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sam, "I really like you."&lt;br /&gt;Flint, "I know, as a friend."&lt;br /&gt;Sam, "No... I like LIKE you!"&lt;br /&gt;-Flint opens his eyes wide... Bites the licorice which he was holding onto. It breaks and he falls into the seemingly bottomless pit...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, something like this. So sad, right? SIGH~ But of course, there'll always be a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I like the way they kissed==&gt; Puff up the mouth! HAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole movie was so funny. Somemore, it was in 3D!!! Yes. So darn cool! My first 3D show. Muahaha. Hmm, I seem to be laughing throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one is bored, he/she will think of funny moments or simply moments which are hard to forget. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Mine, currently, is Celine eating Subway Cookie. HOHO. Don't ask why. I just find it SUPER funny when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I decided to head to Celine's house to watch MOONLIGHT RESONANCE!!! Xeap! No joke.&lt;br /&gt;So sad. Celine said I cried crazily for episode 28. HAha. I think so too. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that nobody believes xiao Yue is sad. The fact that jiaMei is so evil and vicious makes me angry. Then she has to be slapped. Of all the girls XiaoJia have to like, it's JiaMei... WHY?! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I think He Ma is VERY SMART! =O She sees the small details. Being confident of her actions, allows her to make the right choices most of the time. No wonder the children like her. =]&lt;br /&gt;You know, it'll really be super interesting if it ends up that He Ma is the real evil person and Hong Yi is really good. LOLS. That would really make arouse my attention although this plot is already very interesting. MUAHAHA. Hmm, this muahaha is very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH~ Receiving my E.O.Y.s results tomorrow and the day after tomorrow... I'm suppose to be worried and panicky... Right? Yes, I am. Hmm, maybe just the worried part cause what's done is done. SIGH~ Just hope that the results won't be too depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is believing.&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;Many things are irreversible. Just like my index finger... Bent so far to the left and my middle finger, bent a little to the right. No matter how much I try... The gap in between remains there. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-4073150860941275627?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4073150860941275627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4073150860941275627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4073150860941275627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4073150860941275627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-hoho.html' title='Distance... It&apos;s a problem.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4202257573791259539</id><published>2009-10-20T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:34:16.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Happy... or Sad...?</title><content type='html'>Hmm, E.O.Y.s are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;It was so darn stressful before and during it but now...&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from worrying about my results and using my laptop, I FEEL BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I did leave the house. Haha, and walked almost the entire day... Including the cycling part but when I reach home, I'm bored again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be happy... right?&lt;br /&gt;It's suppose to be stress-free after examinations... right?&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still worrying.&lt;br /&gt;And i think it's about Band.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my final exam papers today. Chinese Listening compre was confusing... Ahhh~ I thought it was going to be easier. Hmm, WELL, ACC went... WELL. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I decided to try Mr Bean's chocolate pearly soya milk. Sigh~ There goes my $2.50... Hmm, it tasted like play dough, JUST LIKE THE ICE CREAM! SIGH~ I think I better stick to my normal pearly soya milk. It tastes GREAT. =O Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. Apart from the burger during the 1 hour lunch break and the soya milk, I didn't eat anything for the entire day. T_T Yes, it's kinda sad. I'M HUNGRY~ Then I only had a chocolate waffle for DINNER. T_______________T&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I ate something right? Unlike yesterday, I only had chicken baked rice for dinner. Then, I felt hungry so I insaned.&lt;br /&gt;How I regretted insaning yesterday... I want to insane today but my mum doesn't let me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE ORGANISE SOMETHING, I'M MOULDING AT HOME! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided! to prevent myself from being a fishball.&lt;br /&gt;YES, a fishball.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING CYCLING ONCE A DAY! During the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~ lalarox.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Getting random too.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why. HOHO.&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;0.0 Everyone I see, I like to stare into the eyes. Mine is emotionless, how about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-4202257573791259539?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4202257573791259539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4202257573791259539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4202257573791259539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4202257573791259539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-or-sad.html' title='Happy... or Sad...?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-7876484424489021856</id><published>2009-10-17T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:51:39.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>Who said you can enjoy a day without a smile?</title><content type='html'>YAY~ Went to Sandar's house today! =O&lt;br /&gt;Xeap, I'm not sleep-talking...&lt;br /&gt;Met Jaymie... (Is this how you spell your name?0.0) Winnie Tan's sister. WOW. HAha. So sad, I'm shorter than her too... Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;So, we started the day by splashing chlorine-nised water onto Sandar. HOHO. If you were present, you might be able to catch her running around shrieking... HAHA~ Hmm, maybe not that exxagerating... =]&lt;br /&gt;We got tired of waiting for the -MIA- pizza delivery man and decided to play snooker first. Hmm, shortly, we spotted him walking around, from inside the room. Lol. Ridiculous. So, we went back to the pool side for our long awaited brunch. YUM~ So happy that Sandar was treating. =O Xeap. Okay, next time, during the hols, if you're looking for a fun gathering but a F.O.C. one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO SANDAR'S HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;The game was fun. Hmm, only if the ball went into the hole. Don't you find it kinda frustrating if it doesn't? HOHO~ Again, if you were present, you'll be able to see people so frustrated that they have to vent anger on the sticks... Poor them. =P You know, I don't really blame them cause the reeking smell of the room was also killing me. HAHA. What I'm bout to tell you is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine got thirsty and decided to head upstairs to Sandar's house.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't find the unit and called me.&lt;br /&gt;I ended the call later, suddenly, Sandar entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;She sat down, we explained that Celine went up.&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, she left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Celine walked in claiming she couldn't find the unit.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Sandar burst into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny ar? 0.0... Weird. I thought it was funny. HAHA. See, I'm laughing. I'm not joking. Yes, I'm laughing. WHAT?! You don't believe me? Okay, I'm not laughing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to this show called [Brown Sugar Macchaito]. I like it cause it is VERY funny. Yes, no joke. Don't believe me again? Your problem lor. Haha. Joking again. Just go watch the first episode, you get what I mean. It is MEant to be funny. but, some scenes are really kinda fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in 2 weeks manga hasn't come out yet... T_T I thought since I stopped during the exams, I would have more afterwards. But, NOPE. These people are lagging~ T_T I want my manga~~~ Please? With ice cream on top? SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.0 Feeling random nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH~ Is my position going to be snatched away from me so bitterly? Evilness is spreading. HAHA. Well, waiting for results can sure be stressing too...SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is starting. Another stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. MOONLIGHT RESONANCE RAWK~ to a certain extent. OMG~ Deleting History file. HAH. Celine has been letting me watch moonlight resonance so often that I'm getting interested lo. I think that having a family with so many sibling is GREAT. Only if they don't fight amongst themselves. The warmth and happiness is indescribable... If only...&lt;br /&gt;"May the reign of moonlight resonance last for eternity!"  HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going to attempt singing "The Climb" and watch BSM NOW!!! Wish me luck.&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;Take a deep breath...... GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-7876484424489021856?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/7876484424489021856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=7876484424489021856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7876484424489021856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/7876484424489021856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-said-you-can-enjoy-day-without.html' title='Who said you can enjoy a day without a smile?'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-3626520849371013491</id><published>2009-10-15T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:53:22.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'>post 127!</title><content type='html'>Post 127!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALO~ Don't misunderstand! My EOYs are still going on... T_______T Well, why am I blogging then? You ask me ar? -_-HAHA, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I stressed over Geography yesterday. Mainly cause I still had LOADS to study... I had 4 chapters and 2 mapwork. At 10 or 11, I was still stuck at the second chapter. T_T So sad right? Xeap, so I chionged until 12 where I could barely open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to sleep for 4 hours before waking to do more studying... Well, I find studying in the morning more efficient than studying at night... XEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I slept in the bus trip home. HAHA. So shiok. I need more sleep though. Shall sleep earlier today... Provided that... Okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am currently at Celine's house. After watching Mamma mia, I feel bored. Then we ate chilli crab flavoured insane noodles while watching Moonlight resonance. =] Later, I decided to play computer. Now I'm bored again... TAN XINYI! LET"S PLAY LIFE!!! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. Hey, anybody bring me out leh. December hols will be boring without TAN XINYI. She's so darn busy. Going japan then what korea. Okay, that's in Feb? Okay, confusion...&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&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;PWPT...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-3626520849371013491?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/3626520849371013491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=3626520849371013491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3626520849371013491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/3626520849371013491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-127-halo-dont-misunderstand-my.html' title='post 127!'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1069696635291007445</id><published>2009-10-15T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:10:58.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POST 127!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOo EVERYBODY! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHHEHEH! :D BY THE WAY IM CELINE KAKA TAN XINYI! YAY!~~~~&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS NOW CRAZILY TAKING PICTURES OF HERSELF ZILIANING WITH MY WINTERJACKET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1069696635291007445?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1069696635291007445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1069696635291007445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1069696635291007445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1069696635291007445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-127-helllooooooooooooo-everybody-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2675763195733418718</id><published>2009-10-13T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:06:19.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People claimed that studying was an effective way to de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it makes one fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore resulting in one being in a relaxed mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if tihs happens, what's the point of studying.&lt;br /&gt;E-O-Ys are finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how i'd survive.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is,&lt;br /&gt;I will try.&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;Endless nights pondering on the same question.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it was fate that...&lt;br /&gt;SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;Must it always end this way?&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;I'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that EOY is the main thing. Hmm, but i just feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight~&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;Stress is part of motivation. Motivation depends... But mostly, it comes from within... THINK~ SLEEP~ DREAM~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2675763195733418718?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2675763195733418718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2675763195733418718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2675763195733418718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2675763195733418718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-claimed-that-studying-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5017972616335741967</id><published>2009-09-26T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:51:18.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH.&lt;br /&gt;You know, playing isketch.net used to be one of the games I totally enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;But I just experienced a surprising incident which makes me feel insulted.&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to draw. The word was awning. So I decided to make a yawning face. They will still get it right if they wrote yawning. Then I decided to add in the ZZZ. It was part of the drawing-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then people started voting to kick me out. WTH. It wasnt even related to the word.&lt;br /&gt;A player called Wisha` and Jaxie sounded super offensive-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The W fella voted to kick me out of the game. WOW.-.- THen this thing brought the admin in.WOW.&lt;br /&gt;The admin started asking why they wanted to kick me out. LOLS. While I was actually reading from the tag board. Then they didn't reply so the admin sounded pretty serious asking them why they voted. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Then another fella tried explaining that I was using the letters in the game. And admin told Wisha` to use the triangle not boot. -.- LOLS. Then sounded like the admin, Clau was trying to help me. WOW. Wisha` was like : Uh? My bad?&lt;br /&gt;Won't anyone sound pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;Then the admin left.&lt;br /&gt;But the Jaxie fella was still unhappy. -.- WTH lar. There was a drawing about science which was so awful only I got it. Then both of them thought I cheated. -.- ER? Just because I got it doesn't mean I cheated. I feel super innocent and accused. Insulted perhaps. So finally, i expressed myself. And told them I feel insulted. Walao, then that fella told me to "grow some balls." -.- Eh, I'm a girl LEH! FYI. -.- SO I told that fella that he sounded offensive to me. He actually told me I was too sensitive. What an insensitive person. T.T&lt;br /&gt;The thing that pisses me off is, the Jaxie fella typed "I dont play with cheaters" AND LEFT. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I feel super sad now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow get the feeing that I sound a little childish... But I seriously feel hurt nia. =.=|||&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;What is wrong with people nowadays. Can't they enjoy a nice game without being so offensive? Don't they realise they are hurting people? LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5017972616335741967?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5017972616335741967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5017972616335741967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5017972616335741967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5017972616335741967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/09/wth.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-4609102100143158355</id><published>2009-09-14T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:53:13.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>My heart races...</title><content type='html'>Lols. Today is sorta a special day for me ba. Hmm, HEY, DONT TELL ME YOU DONT KNOW! LOLS. Okay... Today is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah... &lt;/span&gt;Well, I feel like any other typical girl who looks forward to presents. I may not say it but yeah, I feel good when I receive your presents! LOVE the rabbit! LOVE the pencil case! LOVE the minnie! HAHA. Well, thanks to ALL who said Happy Birthday to me. Short and sweet, this is all about my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I don't understand why you don't understand what I am trying to say. The main point is not about you being ignorant about the existence of CENTER ALIGNMENT. You are dumb, btw. Glad you know it. And, I am happy, xeap. LOLS. I may suck but you suck so much more than me. So much that it is indescribable... Think that you delete your post then safe ler? act so sneaky...&lt;br /&gt;Lols. You don't want write my b'daya card. LOLS. You think I want you to write? Ew, I don't even want you to touch my card. You're contaminating it. lols. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get. LOLS, describing my presents. -.-&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;Today felt super high. Never felt like this before for a long time le... I enjoyed it, thanks~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-4609102100143158355?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/4609102100143158355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=4609102100143158355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4609102100143158355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/4609102100143158355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-races.html' title='My heart races...'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8480579091751275441</id><published>2009-09-10T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:23:23.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>Punggol-licious day.</title><content type='html'>Well, it was tiring but funny day.&lt;br /&gt;Went with Celine to her Gran's home in Punggol. XEAP. It was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda mug and slacked... haha. AND drank LOADS OF PEPSI&gt;&lt; Then, had a friends for sale fight with WJH. LOLS. Lameness... There was the part we watch the Xing Guang Da Dao. HAHA. YANG JUN WEN RAWKS!!! LOLS. But must agree that Li Jie Yu very cute. Erms... haha Had delicious lunch and dinner. First time I saw so many chicken wings. Mouth watering.... YUM. HAHA. Stare, BREATH, Laugh! HAHA~ Then returned home tired in a bus.  LOLS, short and sweet.  Next. The COMMENTING part. LOLS. center alignment. Wow. Applause. -.- erm in case you really are STUPID or you think this really covers it all, what you copied from the so called NEONHEADLIGHTS.BLOGSPOT.COM aka Celine's blog IS NOT THE CENTER ALIGNMENT... Center alighment is everywhere. Duh. Then, it's not copying. Duh. FYI, you copied her style. you literally copied and paste her post. Wth. AND YOU deny THAT? I am totally apalled. I am not DAMN pissed about the fact that you copied. I am Damn pissed about the fact that you knew that you did it yet you don't admit it and you blame it others and make others look bad. WTH. you have no conscience AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Crap:  &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i just realised that you type words in the middle is called centre alignment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;made me go and copy paste the alignment from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;NEON-HEADLIGHTS.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;and i was like being commented because of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;and we in the same class de mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;so now i know its called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;CENTRE ALIGNMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;not called the NEON-HEADLIGHT'S FORMAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOLS. Readers, don't you agree with me? It is SO DAMN CLEAR. Commented. Yeah. Same class. LOLS. Eww. I don't want to be reminded bout the saddistic reality. If I had a choice, I totally wouldn't want to be in the same class with a BG like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is this your way of solving your trouble? Pushing the blame? Now you make Celine sound as if she is very petty. 'Copy' alignment. Pfft. You very creative hor? Only blind people with believe your lame ass excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simply, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOLS. Random-ness rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, Yang Jun Wen rawks!~ =O hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8480579091751275441?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8480579091751275441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8480579091751275441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8480579091751275441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8480579091751275441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/09/punggol-licious-day.html' title='Punggol-licious day.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6624988153397703543</id><published>2009-09-08T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:28:52.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isnt it stupid to return to school during hols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6 today... Nope. I drag myself up today. Didnt know what to bring so I just brought my laptop. HAHA. Arrived earlier than expected. Teacher late. CSP room was an oven. Haha. Got started with work. Distracted by Facebook with Estee... Eanxiang seemed pissed. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Later, realised, sadly, that we ran out off BLACK paper. So, ESTEE and I courageously decide to provide our services. Since we really didnt know what to do, we decided that the least we could do was to run to PP to get supplies. AND, since we were SUPER kind and generous today. IDK why. We decided to help everyone get their last minute supplies too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus reached Oppo.  PP at 10 and realised Popular open at 11. SIAN. Decided to go find any random stall to get everybody's supplies. LOLS. Meanwhile, decided to get treat. Were the first customers of a half-opened BBT shop. Tried our very very first Oreo Milktea. Tasted weird to me. Pearl taste weird oso. Was it my prob? Haha. Will try in other stalls ba. SWEETTALK!&lt;br /&gt;Then raided all the shops in PP. Exaggeration. Wasted time looking in Borders. Almost wated more money. Basically, enjoyed air-conditioning and walking for 1 hour before walking back to Popular. LOLS. Yay, thank heavens, it was open. Walked around as if we were flying/ floating. SO FAST THAT WE ARE BLURRY. HAhA. Then called Jeanette but entertained by Huicong and Keith. T.T Black paper. =|&lt;br /&gt;Returned swiftly and it was 11:30 le. Room closes at 12. WOW. Chiong put black paper up. Realise that model not really doing well, tried to help.Made cave, chicken and half a cow. LOLS. Very funny. Walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicked about chinese file. ate at Macs. Oreo Mcflurry rawks. Then raided Popular shelf for mangas. Met Amelia, YJ and JY for MOVIE with Celine of course. Watched G-Force! LOVED Blaster. WOOHOO!!!! It was so much worth than XIA DAO XIAO.-.- Blaster super cute. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Next time tell you wad its bout. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for typing briefly: Mum wants me to switxh off the com by 9:30. LOLS. Proud that I managed to blog a post within... erm... 15 minutes? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Reading... Sad to disappoint you with my super short post. Type longer next time kay?  GOODNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6624988153397703543?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6624988153397703543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6624988153397703543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6624988153397703543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6624988153397703543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-it-stupid-to-return-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1432334185833556209</id><published>2009-09-01T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:42:27.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POST 121! Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 days felt too tired and too sian to blog. haha. Well, could say that Monday was a FUN day. There 's nothing better than going out/ hanging out with primary school friends. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's start with it all happening in CCHMS. Acers day. You know, it actually is pissing when you see people getting all restless. Especially when they totally stop and stone there. -.- Wth lar. Since everyone's doing it, why do you get special treatment and become so princess/ pince like and dont do anything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nvm, then, we entered the grand audi for the celebrations. Haha. I think my favourite was the "Are you smarter than the students?" teacher quiz. It is SUPER funny. I love the second question, what is ROFLMAO? HAHA~ IMPRESSED when the teachers knew. Then, blah blah. Thought that everything was going to end at 11 when all of a sudden, mr Soon decided to hold his IPP talk. lols. Great performance. Then, we CHIONG-ed for the taxi. haha. We arrived ON TIME! MUAHAHA. Shocked when we were actually required to go in in groups. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, we visited Mdm Shanthi. Yay~ =] Happy Teachers' Day! SIGH~ I FEEL SHORT. Lols. Practically everyone was taller than me. T.T EVEN JONATHAN! ARGH by 0.5 cm... NO~&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had lunch at Macs. I realise that everytime we meet up, we eat at macs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, felt very bad cause Huda's fasting... Erm... sorry.... =[&lt;br /&gt;Following 'we' refers to "Celine, me, YunJin, Stefanie, tingJia, Huda, Jonathan, Joseph, WIlliam, Jeremy, JingYe, BengHaun, Theodore... Ah, mental blog... Correct right? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Later, we traveled to Tampines Safra for bowling. Haha. Huge confusion. Everyone had a great laugh. Stef had this weird but effective way to bowl. She somehow drops the ball so that she scores a few strikes and maybe spares. Yun Jin and Joseph tried too. Apprently, it worked for YJ but it failed TERRIBLY for Joseph. Then he'll start squealing again. -.- Anyone who reads this might get the impression that Joseph's gay, well, let me tell you, he is. Yeah, then we got stuck there because we couldn't decide where to go. I serious dl Jingye. Daoing him is a wonderous thing to do. -.- Then we finally decide to head to William's Condo to play sports. Haha. Well, initially, I wanted to play table tennis but well, nvm. haha. Lols. end up that he lived in MP. I remember I used to swim there. Somehow, I manage to sneak in ba. haha. =] hehe. well, I seriously think that the way we played badminton, (William and me), we can play out of court alreadyl... HAHA~ Practically hitting the ball as if it was some evil thing. lols. -.- other than my dad, I finally found someone who hits that way. HAha~ Then we were tired out. Headed back for a rest before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, sounds like a normal, no-so-special outing but, throughout the entire thing, I didn't find myself drifting away, worrying about something else. This you call, enjoy. =] haha. You can find yourself laughing non-stop and smiling although it can be tiring. THIS is Fun. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope we can go out again! HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, watched Myth busters, learnt about the Chinese WAter Torture where one gets strapped onto a Horizontal board and get water dripping down on your forehead at a constant speed and same place. It causes the victim to feel total insecure and burst crying all of a sudden. =[ LOLS. Learning about torture ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HIGH. Happy Teachers' Day! I am grateful for all the things you have inserted into my brain, forceful or not, they have brought me to where I am today. So I hope that you will continue to live happily and healthily! My teachers' day message. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-1432334185833556209?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/1432334185833556209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=1432334185833556209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1432334185833556209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/1432334185833556209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-121-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6061929642430919044</id><published>2009-08-27T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:35:39.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'>I VOMITED.</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT BELIEVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. I seriously feel super damn sick now. The reason is damn obvious.&lt;br /&gt;I am so SUPER freaked out for the fact that... okay. shall not mention. cause its making me sick again. AND, I vomited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall cut my crap and get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of saying sorry? You think a simple word with 5 letters work? Is that what you think?! Then you are too naive. As I had said in my wonderfully written earlier than earlier blog post, we are NOT going to care about you no more. Cause simply, we have given up on your case. -.- Do I need to jam it into your head for you to understand? What's the point of saying sorry when you revert to your stupid old ways? Will you change? OH~ Maybe ALL this is your BIG evil plan. Yeah, getting everyone to accept you and all the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is crap. It seriously freakingly feel like Celine and I are the only ones thrown into this endless pit of misery. Though you people dont show it, BUT, we get this damn feeling that is super uncomfortable. Maybe it'll be better if you dont say anything at all. We can get response like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Maybe those people who are neutral just dont want to hurt her feelings and be like a bad person by scolding her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei, walao lar. I totally don't believe you are neutral. Because there'll definitely be okay and not okay. It makes a different although it may be just a little. wth. so you are trying to say we hurt her feelings? We are the bad people because we scold her? SEE WHAT I MEAN. You people are slowly unknowingly getting influence. You don't even know wth you are saying. Just because we scold her, she 'appears' hurt, we auto become the OH SO TERRIBLE bad guys. This is shit. totally faeces. OH WOW, she has feelings? WOW. Why don't you start with considering other people's feelings first? wow. Scolding = from a bad person. Well, you basically either got too pampered and never got scolded your entire life or you simply take her side. lols. If you think clearly, who's the one actually inflicting the hurt? YOU. You don't tell her how her behaviour is so darn unaccepted and she thinks its alright for her to do everything she likes to. And, in the future, there will be people like ME, the bad person, wanting to change her, who tells her off. Then she'll be like "Oh, but everyone seemed to not mind this. Not mind that." LOLS. Yeah, I am the evil person, the SUPER evil one, everyone should start avoiding me. yeah. Go on, avoid me, I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) You know her what, she's always like that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow, even better. Now I have a reason. YOU! You know she has that problem yet you don't tell her! one word for you, Selfish. Since you know it too. WHY? So what if I know she's like that. Give in to her ALL the time? lols. Constantly making me pissed over and over again. How can I get myself not to be bothered. if i do that, who's going to do justice for us? HAR! WHO. Nobody. Wow, great. Brilliant, wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lols. Regarding the copy thing. you were wrong in the first place yet you still defending yourself. Wth lar. You make it all sound like it was none of your fault and make celine the evil one,like everything was her fault. you think all this is a game? You think this is a joke? You are sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Already admited you copy and pasted yet you say you didnt copy wholesale. -.- bullshit. you know what you did. You have one heck of a consience. You ass.! Do you know you are FREAKINGLY thick skinned? There's a limit to thick skinness, you just dont know when to stop right? THen you end up offending more and more. The fact that you copied and pasted the format alread proves you are a freaking copy cat, copy dog, COPY PIG! Format leh. Don't you know how celine treasures her blog? Use common sense. Why cant you get a backbone and use your own originality and creativity? Then you brush it off by saying that others copy too. Other people is their business, you copy them for wad. And, I can say that not many ppl will copy format lor. Everyone looks for their own uniqueness in their blog posts. Wherelse, I feel that what makes you = everything that you copied. you copy this then you copy that. Ever heard of copyright? very smart right? When have you ever not copied? lols. Oh, is it easier to say that I copy this entire compo from a book and change a few words. lols. ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel sick. Super sick. Now I have to shit it out. -.- After reading, I have feel so disgusted and puke-ish that whenever I see your name, I feel sick. I don't even want to see your face too. Your face disgusts me so much that I feel sick. Just hearing that voice makes me sick too. Every part of you is making me sick and disgusted. How I wish you NEVER existed in my life. Now this is evil. I have never imagined myself say this to anyone. Well, congrats to you. YOU SUCK TO THE CORE. I still feel sick. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now the only thing that lightens my life is the thought that I have 41 hearts supporting me and all that I say. Thanks. Oh, and the fact that we have p.e. tomorrow. muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Peace is all that I want... Is it so difficult? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Quietness and tranquility. (Oh, this seems cheem. hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, and Jinghao, I have high expectations =] so must jiayous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6061929642430919044?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6061929642430919044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6061929642430919044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6061929642430919044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6061929642430919044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-vomited.html' title='I VOMITED.'/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6557097728285709005</id><published>2009-08-26T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:59:35.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suppose to type this yesterday? Lols. Didnt really have the mood. Actually now also no mood. My anger has appeased a little so no point and no impact of the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Not sure whether we just appear to care too much about you. Not sure whether you guys are true anymore. But one thing's for sure, we are alone to face this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you people see? Are you all blind? What did she do to you people? How I wish I could splash cold water into your faces. Wake UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ALL think we are just over-reactive, too petty. Simply to say in a bad way, we are the bad guys. RIGHT? Oh, then she's right? Appearing to be the innocent one. -.- But what can we say. We dont have the rights to stop your decisions. They are for you to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seriously makes me feel like questioning. Questioning whether your fakeness infront of her is only for her? I start questioning who can I really trust? Even if I want to trust I find negative points which I can doubt. When we faced trouble, yall don't help us. right, it's our problem, we solve it on our own...-.- It sucks. It sucks to be me. We seem to be the only ones who care and the only ones who see. WHY? cause you all take this matter too lightly. No, you just brush it off practically. Thinking if you dun care about it, it won't matter. but, you allow her to think it is alright for her to act that way. You let her feel it is acceptable. WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddistically, everything isn't going my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6557097728285709005?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6557097728285709005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6557097728285709005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6557097728285709005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6557097728285709005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/suppose-to-type-this-yesterday-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-5456208992663829224</id><published>2009-08-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:46:21.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lols. Though I didn't really have much sleep yesterday night... But, today I felt better. After the dose of Band?=.=''' Haha. You know, recently I've been feeling very moody. Then alot of people keep asking me why I like so pissed. haha. guess I just didn't take in enough air. haha. yeah, then when I took a deep breathe, it hurt. T.T yeah, needa regularly take in deep breathe! 0.0 Xeap. So I guess I am feeling a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I guess, the main thing is STRESS ba. Sian. Three tests in a go nia. I think I am flunking my tests nia. T.T sianz... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching [Fated to love]... Hehe. I really think ep1 is super sad. haha. i think the main female lead very beautiful leh. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYO, I think I seriously need sleep nia... -.0 my eyes are turning into panda eyes lo. =.= Wake up every morning then see that my eyes like -.- one nia. haha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. list of things to do:&lt;br /&gt;Piority!!! Band suff. hehe. then class tshirt design, the table tennis thingy and clearing my messy bag. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, Celine and I have gotten a new hobby- Arranging books in T1 Times. LOLS. Then spend like 1 hour? inside. lols. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day I am not here to be by your side, will you miss me? = c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-5456208992663829224?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/5456208992663829224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=5456208992663829224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5456208992663829224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/5456208992663829224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-6710909932358303576</id><published>2009-08-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:06:06.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, maths and chinese test OVER. Tomorrow is GEOGRAPHY test. Omg, I need to mug but I feel very sleepy. HAHA. Today was very tiring and pissing. Sigh~ Practically EVERYDAY seems pissing... I can't seem to get the class under control... So pressurising... Want to talk to you all in a normal tone but always end up screaming and shouting at the top of my lungs. -.- I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols, felt TIRED the entire day. My motivation was... BAND. And, I lived through today. Haha. Today was weird. LOLS. Well, we had sectionals today. Hey, now I understand how to play that part in A. MUAHAHA. Just need a little more practice to get that part right. hehe. Then, somehow throughout the day, I keep seeing my classmates. T.T so weird. then suddenly, we returned to the band room. Well, Mr Wong started his always never shorter than 15 minutes talk. Today, very weird. Very scary, very very scary. T.T Don't know whether I should be happy or ... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I remembered, OKAY, MR WONG's Birthday is on 11/8!!! 11th of August. hoho. lols. Yesterday, Ty smsed us for anything thing we'd like to wish Mr Wong for his birthday. Then I was curious when his birthday was on, asked him... on his birthday somemore. HAHA. I think I am very dumb. I have gone very gong since I OT-ed yesterday till 1 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, feel that the new shower thingy is SUPER cool~ Xeap, you can change into 5(?) different styles. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the coolest and most mysterious guy in the entire world, so far, is Criss Angel. =] MINDFREAK... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't understand, it has hurt me deeply yet it has become my motivation. Why? Tears proved that I care alot. Tears also proved that I have suffered very deeply. I stare into the clouds and think... Is it worth it? ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-6710909932358303576?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/6710909932358303576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=6710909932358303576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6710909932358303576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/6710909932358303576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-maths-and-chinese-test-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-2027386085406247484</id><published>2009-08-10T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:26:03.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY... Today had my first Band ARIC meeting wor! yay! SO happy and excited. haha. actually, was late today. haha. Then found out that "Kallang de macs" is the macdonalds near CCHMS. -,- LOLS. HAHA! So stupid right? Had the claimed to be pretty fast meeting. haha. Though it lasted for 1hour and 30minutes. haha. The meeting very interesting. =] Used my last year birthday present as ARIC notebook. YAYAYAYAYAY~ =] Very happy. Feel involved. I feel HAPPY~ Everyone seriously taking down notes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so weird. And Scary~ Michelle is the minutes taker, Rochelle and Jonathan incharges for theory, welfare to be Choyyu and Travis. Then......... I am somehow incharge of auditions and Mr Wong 1to1 sectionals. 0.0''' Hmm, so I am suppose to look out... And, when there's auditions, I have to decide which sections go first. If Mr Wong suddenly want to have sectionals with any one section, I have to arrangeT.T. lol... Like see the ahem... weaker sections to go first or something like that. =[&lt;br /&gt;Because most likely, no auditioning at the time, and most likely Mr Wong won't want to have those sectionals ba... So at first I thought I am going t be happy happy and slack for this period of time and accidentally said it out loud. THEN, Singyan give the evil smile. Tell me I am ALSO incharge of sending those recruits sms. as in create them first. T_________T  Still must seek the approval of RICs though. SIGH~ HAIX~ Blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;I still very blur. Will someone PLEASE tell me why a lot of people calling me winnie wang? Then will give that very weird expression. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had fun. lols. Went KLP after meeting. Walked for 1hour and 15 minutes while waiting for two IDIOTS! TAN XINYI AND HUNG ZHIYANG!!! Both of them lor, happy happy paituo then forget bout me!!! YES!~ =[ Then I very sad you know! Call me that time still happy happy laughing. Somemore ask me go home leh. haha, want me let them have 'er ren shi jie'... 0.0 Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to the truth.IT WAS THE ORGANISER HIMSELF LATE NIA!!!(organiser suppose to be the earliest nia.) yeap, so it turned out that zy was the main idiot who was late. Then manage to get a DELICIOUS YUMmy ice cream out of it. -.- Haha!!! Later we went for bowling. haha, i got strike you know! but still got 71 in the end. so little nia. afterthat, PLAYED arcade. muahah. Mario KART!!! YAY!!!!~ S0 fun. Then played the whacking game whack until my hands red red. =] SO FUN nia. the organiser SUPER indecisive nia.&lt;br /&gt;Then later went home lo. At TM got my dinner with Celine. Haha, both of us confirm that the chicken rice seller was hitting on us.-.- HEY, uncle, you how old, we how old? LOLS, HAHAHAHAHH~&lt;br /&gt;[Xiao mei, but two packets I  give you discount wan?]&lt;br /&gt;[I'm the only one eating so no point buying two packs]&lt;br /&gt;I think the chicken rice really 3.50... I paid the chicken rice seller 10 bucks then he smile and return me 7 dollars and tell me, [xiao mei, I give you discount ar, don't tell others!]&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I got the shivers. haha. ew... maybe i should've eaten yimian. =.=&lt;br /&gt;returned home very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our class is like ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling involved... =] in band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-2027386085406247484?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/2027386085406247484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=2027386085406247484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2027386085406247484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/2027386085406247484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-472297051530689004</id><published>2009-08-09T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:54:33.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THRASHED JINGYU TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; MUAHAHA!!! Had a badminton match at his condominium this morning with Celine, Beehoon, Eanxiang and Zhiyang.  It was FUN~ =] Especially the thrashing Jingyu part lor. haha... In the first place, he doesn't even know where's out and where's in lor. HAHA! Then WE thrashed him. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, First ARIC meeting tomorrow nia, at Kallang somemore. muahaha. So happy and exciting. =] Wonder what we're discussing tomorrow... hmm. Ohya, then later will be having fun again! YAY! Muahaha.Ice skating ba. HEHE. I can't wait for tomorrow... lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING Electrico!!! See the moon and the stars~ WOOHOO. They rawk. =] Expecially the guitarist. I think. haha. =] Watching Singapore Idol now. lols. so weird. Someone crying.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SLEEPY. Going to sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I seriously want to indulge myself and have fun a lot of times but... I can't cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THERE ARE TOO MANY SCARY THINGS IN BAND MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO MANY TESTS AND EXAMS CRAMMING MY BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;PISSING THINGS THAT TAKE UP MEMORY(that's why I got STM aka short term memo.)&lt;br /&gt;SAD THINGS THAT CANNOT BE ERASED.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THINGS THAT I DONT WANT TO ERASE.&lt;br /&gt;Amusing things that brighten my life and shouldn't be erased......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-472297051530689004?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/472297051530689004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=472297051530689004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/472297051530689004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/472297051530689004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-thrashed-jingyu-today-muahaha-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-8819891145867946830</id><published>2009-08-07T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:29:57.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA~ Today's one of those days that is crazy and HAPPY~&lt;br /&gt;yay, thanks to all who made my day... appreciated and stored in my memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the expected detention didn't really happened today. Yay, got to enjoy the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, had a happy time playing sports! Yay, a way to relieve stress. But got my hands red all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, celebrated my junior's birthday. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, felt sleepy purely because of having fun and not having a single worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, GOING to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Originally, I was thinking of joining Jia Ai they all, go K together after everything. Then Nicole came up and asked if I could celebrate her b'day with her since they Are going for bowling and she was the only girl. Hehe. Lols. Well, somehow, I decided to go with her. Piority to the b'day girl. Hahs. So, xx, xh, nicole and me went to tampines safra for bowling. YAY. Was going to win xh but somehow, xx and xh manage to strike nia. haha. B'day girl got owned with a score of 25. =] Scores got quite close at a point. But... eah, ended up third. haha. bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;Then we didn't know where to go... So wanted to go xx's house but not only were we not allowed to go, and, he was ordered home. lols. So left xh, nicole and me. We decided to go tm with the intention of looking for nicole's new pencil case. so, we walked and walked. later suddenly lost xh. Then I thought of looking for him in minitoons and toys r us. while looking for him, saw jiaxin, kairong, eanxiang and celine. YAY. what a coincidence. lols. Found xh in yamaha. -.- so much like my brother. Hehe, went into toys r us later. got bubbles and went to the open plaza to PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;Got the attention of many. mobbed by a group of children who are crazy bout bubbles. haha. but they're kinda rude. threatened to bite my hands if i didn't give him the bottle. lols. but so fun. sort of totured xh. haha&lt;br /&gt;then decided to leave for home afterwards. Went to see the Singtel promotions. There was a competition on who can hold 'singtel' for the longest time. LOLS. I decided to sabo xh.muahaha. And I succeeded. Have the video nia. hahahaha!!! Very funny. he held for 24 seconds and set the record. won a water bottle that looked like jingyu's...-.- DONT THROW AWAY. keep as memorial... haha. then said goodbye at the bus interchange cos I wanted to wait for celine. walked around. again. drank pearly soya milk from mr. bean. HAHA. so creative, put red pearls because of national day. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Summary, TODAY WAS A COOL DAY. one of the wonderful days... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing my animes. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ALL my days are booked. maybe next time. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes about to close, fell asleep for a few minutes... NEED SLEEP~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2766973685042486934-8819891145867946830?l=wangw10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/feeds/8819891145867946830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2766973685042486934&amp;postID=8819891145867946830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8819891145867946830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2766973685042486934/posts/default/8819891145867946830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wangw10.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-todays-one-of-those-days-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138966978545156071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2766973685042486934.post-1151386781950594875</id><published>2009-08-06T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:57:28.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smilez and frowns everyday...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The very first, long awaited class outing. Guess where and when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this must really be very difficult to guess. ZZZ... Whole class detention. LOLS. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Had our Geography field trip today to the Marina Barrage. Then Mrs Ho couldn't accompany us there. Some teacher told us we could enjoy ourselves there. There everyone very excited and happy. Taking pictures everywhere we go. However, everyone damn engrossed and made loads of noise. Until I cannot even hear the guide talking. lols. very sian. then I was in my miserable corner. Everything happening now... I cannot make myself smile... Sorry for me being in this state... Aiyah. then everyone also lagging behind. teacher tell you all move then you all like still taking pics. LOLS. However the guide didnt seem to be pekcek at all lor. Still smiling when we kenna scolded. Felt pissed. Knew we confirm kenna detention de. Well, one to say, Detention rawks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Most probably hanging out whole day on Sunday. Muahaha. Hopefully can go Germaine's house.  Feeling hungry daily. Celine can we eat frolick tomo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band music rawks but very difficult leh... 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