<?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-6617852</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:46:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pbear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113964510516144280</id><published>2006-02-11T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:05:05.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just nice the 250th entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113964510516144280?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113964510516144280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113964510516144280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113964510516144280' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113948394616802729</id><published>2006-02-09T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:19:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck latimer. fuck albert chua. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of staring on a new blog, a fresh new start yar? hmmm but not so soon i guess, probably during the weekends. ask me if you are interested in knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! it looks good here! hahahaha. nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113948394616802729?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113948394616802729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113948394616802729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113948394616802729' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113939482113506167</id><published>2006-02-08T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:33:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been dinosaur ages since i've blogged. =&lt;br /&gt;tournament has started. won fajar, lost fuhua. tmr will be the first game of 2nd round, against pioneer. shouldn't be much of a problem i guess. as expected, coach doesn't like biyun and i. =\ take us out from tournament for all i fucking care, at least i finally got to play in it once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school had been overwhelming. -.- everyday was like yesterday, lessons after lessons. homework and tests are accumulating, not forgetting that there's two tests tmr too. limsohcheng is so irritating, she has been asking me if im alright for the 3rd time since school had started. i mean like.. WHAT'S WRONG LAAAA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooo. olevel results are releasing this friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113939482113506167?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113939482113506167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113939482113506167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939482113506167' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113810501478201672</id><published>2006-01-24T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:23:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's training was bad. bad. bad. bad. bad. bad. bad. bad. bad. just bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my strokes were atrocious today. i couldn't give a proper low serve. i couldn't smash over the net. haii. the coach says biyun and i don't have the mo qi, okay, maybe cause we were trying the front-back formation when playing against him, but do we really don't have that mo qi? haii. i admit we don't have the lightning speed that weiling&amp;ann have. i admit I cant control our temper as well as pam&amp;xy. all we got is just plainly bull strength, and yet you said that isn't important in a doubles game. you even asked if there's anything wrong between by&amp;i, if there is, you might consider splitting us. ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt so demoralised today. i don't even know if i can even win a single match during the tournament (that is if i even get to play). what if we perform like today on the actual day itself? you said we will surely be trashed. if that's the case, maybe we shouldn't be even go in to play, or else our team will be deprived of a winning match. )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as everyone wants to get to play in the tournament and win something, i want too, but what if i get the &lt;em&gt;court-fright&lt;/em&gt; again? then it will be like the juying match 2 years back, and the inter-class badminton tournament 2 years back too. i know where i stand, im not one of the better players in the team, all i have is crazy strength. i can't think properly when in game/when agitated/when everyone is looking at me serve; i dont know how to counter attack the opponent; im not fast in movement; my strokes aren't sharp either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not typing here because i want comfort from others or whosoever. somethings just can't be kept within oneself, you might get breast cancer. -.- okay nvm. it's just that i don't know how to open my mouth and say these kinda of things to the people around me, cause it's gonna sound so er xin and i don't wish to dampen the atmosphere by saying all these then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid school is being so budget, we have to pay for the paper we are using. and if it's because we are trying to be environmental friendly, i don't think it will be enough since there are like 93412523156456 other places using paper like the oxygen we take in. don't come to me with those "everyone has a part to play" kind of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the school printed ONE WHOLE FREAKING STACK of olevel chem prac paper, dating from 1980s onward, for whole level of sec 4. now they tell us that to prevent the sch from being caught and fined $50,000, they decided to buy the tys book, for the rights. and what, the stuff in the book is what they've printed for us (if im not wrong). nvm abt that, we still have to pay $12 for another fucking duplicate. fuck. im so sorry if i've pissed &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; off when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; were trying to explain to me their possible reasons, and fyi im not that well off if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have thought of me to be. bu man ni men shuo, my family is now facing financial/family gan qing problems. jia jia you ben nan yan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if all these above is so different from how i present myself to others. for family, im trying not to poke my nose into too much problems, duo yi shi bu ru shao yi shi, prob it will cut down on the quarrels. for badminton, im just hoping to finish the tournament and step down from there asap, doubt there will be anything there for me to hold on to anymore anyway. for studies, i just have to go on with the way it is now, striving for better results, have been doing badly for tests lately. probably aiming for jjc, don't wish to give myself too much pressure in the good schools (if eligible to get in). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after saying so much, it all come down to one thing -- im one selfish poker. =&lt;br /&gt;haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when are the sec 4s coming back? =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113810501478201672?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113810501478201672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113810501478201672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113810501478201672' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113767637109383758</id><published>2006-01-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:12:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've not been blogging. nobody's been tagging!! boohoo. haha. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was study camp yesterday, today and tomorrow. it's been warm and stuffy in the hall yesterday, and the food heritage should have included the sample food part too, but they didn't. boooo. today were talks by maths department, did target setting too. well, i was having second thoughts on acjc (all thanks to the past one year of psychoing by Ding. =\), and eventually i guess im choosing jjc for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. im someone who's so freaking fickle-minded, so easily influenced by people around me. but it has been like since long long long time ago. haii. and i heard that many are choosing jjc too?? ((((: even some pri sch peeps! wahaha. but tzer just showed me the subject combinations for jjc, and it was so depressing. continue on with chem? or chinese lit? haii. is it too early to think abt all these? i feel that im gonna freak myself out sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring entry, as usual. there's trng tmr at je complex. NO COACH! (((: alright, im off to watch my 9pm show. i hope ruqing will just fuck off and disappear from the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113767637109383758?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113767637109383758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113767637109383758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113767637109383758' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113715579599050656</id><published>2006-01-13T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:36:36.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we look like those sec 2s (can't say the sec 1s cause they are better) who can't even serve a proper high/low serve? do we look like we can't do our footwork properly?? HUHHHH? we're sec 4s and some sec 3s already, and you are showing us the &lt;b&gt;correct&lt;/b&gt; way of footwork. don't tell me that mr teo teach us the wrong one huh? and you spent 45 minutes EXPLAINING the number of steps we should take to run from the back to the front.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's less than a week before the tournament, and you're correcting our footdrill &lt;b&gt;at this critical time&lt;/b&gt;. has some shit got into ur fucking brains? you cut down on our game play every session, and use the time on ur stupid agilities, or whatever u spell that fucking word. are those so important to you?? AT THIS TIMEEEE?!?!? you're correcting our footwork, &lt;b&gt;yet&lt;/b&gt; you say you won't force us to change. then why are you wasting the time in the court?!?! it's not 1 or 2 minutes, but it's half an hour for heaven sake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why are all those theory so important to you. for me, i don't see the importance of it when we can't put it in practice &lt;b&gt;OFTEN&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's wrong with our names? cant you even know how to pronounce a simple word? you don't even attempt to remember weiling's name properly, what a coach you are eh? so what if you are teaching so many students from different schools? why must we greet you if we see you in je mrt, when you don't even priortise our training plan properly. if we were to see mr teo and you at the mrt, i strongly think that most of us would say hello to mr teo, rather than you. what's worse, you want those with chinese names to get an english name, for YOUR convenience, but your pronounciation ISN'T that wonderful either. you can't even pronounce pamela's name properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there some dirt lingering in ur fucking brains, that they can't even process properly? maybe putting your stupid head in a microwave and heat it, might be of some help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113715579599050656?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113715579599050656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113715579599050656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113715579599050656' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113686330737450136</id><published>2006-01-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:21:47.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still raining. stupid monsoon season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's training was a piece of rubbish. i did my warm up and didn't play for more than 45mins. =\\\\\\\\ after doing the crazy number of lunges and all kinds of stupid drills the previous trng, many of us had this overstretched pain at our groin, or rather the joint at our inner thigh there. and i just so happened to fall on my big fat butt the day before ytd's trng, and thus having a great impact on the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh so freaking great, when i was playing match against xy&amp;pam, and as i was abt to stretch for that net shuttle, $#$%@%$#^#$! i overdid on it! i was in freaking pain la come on. sat down there and couldn't do anything for the rest of the trng. BAH! i played only 2 points leh!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not, i fell down again ytd night, and i tell you the pain is going to last me for days this time. this is crappy shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rainy days that goes on like forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113686330737450136?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113686330737450136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113686330737450136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113686330737450136' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113671475787067348</id><published>2006-01-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:14:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. this is depressing. it has been raining non-stop for the past few days, and the weather is so freaking cold! i can just predict myself complaining that it's so freaking hot in a few months' time. =&lt;br /&gt;i hate teachers who pat me on my shoulder, and try to act friendly, esp when i don't have a good impression of her. and i don't care if im gonna get bad testimonals from her at the eoy. bah! do i have those vvv blur look, until lim soh cheng must come and disturb me. =\ she's not the only one, ng-tan did that to me in sec 2. i told my mother abt that, and i got scolded in the end, saying what those teachers are trying to be concern abt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH IM SO GRATEFUL TO THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if im stuck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113671475787067348?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113671475787067348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113671475787067348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113671475787067348' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113646643941917070</id><published>2006-01-05T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:07:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm quek is our physics teacher for this year! wahaha. i finally see hope for my physics. xD well, at least more hope than being taught by sim. =\ didnt do much for pe, thank goodness we didn't have to take our weight today, and the stupid tzer has suddenly shot up to 169cm! &gt;.&lt; it's the measuring tape's fault la......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. there's training at &lt;em&gt;windy-like-anything&lt;/em&gt; clementi sports hall. stupid. can just predict all the shuttles flying out of the courts. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking down a lane of new memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113646643941917070?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113646643941917070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113646643941917070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113646643941917070' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113629370149773765</id><published>2006-01-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:08:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALLLL!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2oo6 now, and its the first day of school again, &lt;span style="font-size:40%"&gt;without the sec4s that is&lt;/span&gt;. hmmmm this year's class mentor was changed to some new one, lim soh cheng. though she had digusted me at the first sight and she's those cant-fool-around kind, but maybe she's can be bargained? shit. i don't know what im saying. whatsoever. it's sometimes good for a change i guess. =&lt;br /&gt;classroom is located in some weird places again. the 4th level, beside the toilets. =\\ whatever. other subject teachers followed up with us, other than maths combined humans chem and physics. okay, thats almost all the subjects. HAIIIII~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhhhh the happy thing!! im sitting with DING again!!! (((((((((((: hopefully the &lt;em&gt;witch&lt;/em&gt; won't really change our seats, when she tried to threaten us today. =\\\ &lt;span style="font-size:40%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want to changeeeee..... &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这将会是一个崭新的一年。&lt;br /&gt;没有你们，日子应该还过得去吧。&lt;br /&gt;但愿如此。&lt;br /&gt;我已经试着去习惯它了，&lt;br /&gt;而且还挺成功的呢。&lt;br /&gt;加油啊，大猪头！&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/6617852-113629370149773765?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113629370149773765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113629370149773765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113629370149773765' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113577834859692923</id><published>2005-12-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:02:50.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone has &lt;em&gt;legally blonde 2&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;princess diaries 2&lt;/em&gt;? cause i caught the first series of both on channel 5 recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im back from my 5 day family chalet at aloha loyang. it was freaking boring. bbq was on the 2nd and 3rd night, with many guests. oh not forgetting we countdown to christmas too. yay. dont intend to write much, cause it's no big stuff. just posting up photos here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00023.jpg" width=200;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had decorations for christmas eve. sorry for the far shot, i wasn't used to my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00026.jpg" width=150;height=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the mini christmas tree at the corner. it's no taller than a one-year-old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00025.jpg" width=200;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd night bbq. these are my cousin's friends. one of them quite good looking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00022.jpg" width=150;height=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. went cycling the next morning, with my sister and cousins. the yellow one infront is the fat girl! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00020.jpg" width=150;height=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm this coconut tree is where the hammock is tied to. anyway i rolled down from there after that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00018.jpg" width=200;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! my little cousin. we were playing daidee then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00015.jpg" width=150;height=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. this is the &lt;b&gt;hen&lt;/b&gt; on my cousin's shirt. took a photo of it cause i find it stupid. xD joycelyn, maybe you can try drawing it. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. thats all for the chalet i guess. it was still boring afterall. spent 5 days sitting infront of the tv and munching on chips/ice cream and all the rubbish. didn't even bothered to go and tann. haii.. this is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of the complains. ann says my entries are getting depressing. =\ so maybe i shall just talk abt the happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long long long long time ago, i recevied the bdae present from ann. 2-in-1!! winnie the pooh chocolate cookies! hahahahaaa. thankew~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00010.jpg" width=200;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;recently&lt;/b&gt;, joycelyn got me a gigantic tomato! it's even bigger than my big fat stomach la. it's kinda difficult to hug it to sleep. xP but well, thanks anyway. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00012.jpg" width=200;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed my pencil box there to show how big the tomato is. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC00011.jpg" width=200;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. this is the handmade present (last year) i mentioned in the previous entries. it's cross-stiched on a winnie the pooh pillow!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm and for the most recent one... i got a new phone and a new line!!! the new number is the 9489---- de. well, i remembered msging everyone in my contacts on christmas eve &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt;. but if you happened not to receive it, because your inbox is flooded on that day, or you just so &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; pressed delete cause it's from an unknown number, talk to me online to get it from me. but in any case, you aren't interested in knowing the new number, well, so be it. i don't care. =\ just informing here that i've changed my number that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my book review ytd, so proud of it. laohuang better give me good grades for it. &gt;.&lt; left with 2 assignments for amaths and emaths. hopefully i will finish it by tmr, cause i won't be around after the 30th. gonna be at ipoh. &lt;em&gt;arhhhhhhh..&lt;/em&gt; i must get a new bag there! even if it means a fake one! opps..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113577834859692923?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113577834859692923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113577834859692923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113577834859692923' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113523734837789597</id><published>2005-12-22T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:28:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have those &lt;em&gt;go-ahead-and-fly-my-aeroplane-and-i-wont-give-a-shit&lt;/em&gt; face. if not, how come my aeroplane has been flying for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one of my new year resolutions is to change my face to &lt;em&gt;come-near-me-and-i-will-give-you-a-punch-on-your-face&lt;/em&gt;. so that my aeroplane will not be flying now and then. i treated you like treasure, but you treated me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one thing doesn't go my way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; goes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was drenched in the fucking morning. im going to some deserted island and calm my nerves for the next few days, and my stupid headphones just died on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything just fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113523734837789597?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113523734837789597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113523734837789597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113523734837789597' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113514545346232031</id><published>2005-12-21T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:21:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gorging myself with the famous amos cookies now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still as crispy as ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna eat lays bbq chips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmMMmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gg to get sick and fat&lt;b&gt;ter&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big deal.&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/6617852-113514545346232031?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113514545346232031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113514545346232031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113514545346232031' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113465161486434330</id><published>2005-12-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:16:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added this player in my blog, i know it's rather out of place but im just too lazy to put it in place. i've also converted the songs into smaller files, so the songs are rather lousy. =\ but oh well, make do with it ba! the songs are nice (well, at least i like), if you ignore the quality of it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm went to town with magdelene today. ate pastamania for lunch, then we went walking around heerens, before gg to paragon for desserts! xD &lt;b&gt;mudpies!!!&lt;/b&gt; ((: seriously, we have so much more to talk at the table rather than shopping around. one thing is because, we are eating, therefore not much distractions. secondly, she's not interested in what im shopping for, and neither am i interested in what she's shopping for, so we don't really have a common aim in shopping. -.- we came to a conclusion that, next time we go out together, it will be on eating spreeeee~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took on different routes afterwhich. took 502 back, it was a long way back rather. lucky i had my mp3 with me. well, i did lots of thinking on myself, and those people who made an impact on my life. must really thank laohuang somehow. i guess he was the only teacher who was able to teach us &lt;em&gt;ren sheng da dao li&lt;/em&gt;. though i may dislike him so much when he gives us tonns of hols hmk, and esp when he's bias towards nancy. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus i sat was somehow moving faster than a normal bus should. then i begin to wonder, why is everyone rushing? yes, we are always racing against time but must we move in such a fast pace? mag walks and eats fast; compared to her, im walking and eating at a much slower rate. i feel that moving at a slower pace, we will have more time to look around, or rather appreciate the things around us. although sometimes we may have missed out things that had happened at a faster rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an example is a car accident. X (the faster walking person), Y (the slower walking person). X and Y are walking on a street, and while crossing the road, there's a speeding car coming from the opposite side, too fast to brake in time. X, being a fast walker, just crossed the road blindly, of course overlooking the speeding car; while Y, being the slow one, happened to be able to see the &lt;b&gt;big picture&lt;/b&gt;, which includes the speeding car, he's obviously able to stop beforehand. but what? X got knocked down by the car, while Y gets to see the whole accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm some lousy example i've given, but whatever. what i meant was, even though sometimes we may be doing things that are slower than others, but we would have more time to indulge in the joy of doing it. as the saying goes, "it's not the result that counts, but the process of doing it." aiya, something like that la. since we were supposed to live life to the fullest, shouldn't we be moving slowly, so as to enjoy every second of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i don't know what's the whole entry about, but it's just some thinking i had on the way back, though i think i've missed out some points. =\ and im sorry if i can't talk in some bombastic language, for i've a small range of vocabulary. hmmm the mood when i typed out this entry is so different when i had on the bus la. guess it's the different atmosphere now and then ba, don't have &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; feeling anymore. guess i won't be blogging again until i have some extreme moods! byebye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's the 16th tmr!!! xD lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113465161486434330?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113465161486434330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113465161486434330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113465161486434330' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113454562132706447</id><published>2005-12-14T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:49:50.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but this was supposed to be a happy entry, but im just so freaking pissed with the people around me. so just let me digress from the happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today. we had a mini tournament, 2 sets each. first game against xy&amp;pam, won 1 lost 1. 2nd game against ann&amp;wl, won 1 lost 1(duced). now this is 4 games in a row, and i seriously think that mrlim is purposely testing on biyun and my stamina. but the thing is, why is he only coaching ann&amp;wl?? yes, he's pointing out our mistakes to them and ask them to attack on it. but what the hell? he didn't give a shit abt our game play. are we that smart to think on our own feet? or is it he's just bias against us? im not that optimistic to think that he thinks highly of us though. im so pissed at him because all of us are vying for the same place in the tournament, and yet he's only giving advices to them &lt;em&gt;personally&lt;/em&gt; &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; of the time to improve their skills! im gonna improve with biyun, even without his coaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now what. there's another stupid man in my hse. he lazes around at home everyday and does nothing, watching his noisy-like-hell taiwan news, and i don't see the news enriching nor entertaining. what's so nice abt seeing the opposition party throwing a bottle at the other party? what's so entertaining abt seeing the rundown venue, where a famous concert is gg to be held there? what's so educational abt a shop owner accusing a housewife of stealing a &lt;b&gt;broom&lt;/b&gt; from the shop? IS IT SO INTERESTING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's worse, he goes out gambling with his group of friends everyday, drinking, smoking, listening to them talk all the nonsensecial stuff. after ten over years, now his health is failing him. he starts to give up on himself, and even threatens to sell the house away if his business really declare bankrupt. he's one stubborn old man, who never listens to his children, and thinks that whatever he does is right. rubbish. he even made the fat girl cry on a sunday morning. he spoilt the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and not forgetting a group of childish fools who sit behind me the whole year round. "YOU LEVEL WHAT NOW?" "WHAT'S GUILD NAME YOU ALL WANT?" "CSS MAPLE???" now, what's so nice abt maple. why is everyone's playing it now. it's just some aimless game that needs training and training and goes around hitting some stupid mushrooms, and probably exchanging some weird weapons. i must admit that i never played that before, and only touched gunbound before, and i must say i wasn't good at it. but my point is, is it so fun pressing your keyboard and killing those mushrooms, and getting so freaked out infront of your computer when you lose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of maple. im talking abt the group of childish guys. they are already fifthteen in age, and their ages add up to almost sixty altogether. they go around "WHAT'S YOUR LEVEL" everyday in class, and it can last them weeks before they change to another topic. their lives are only evolving around that boring game! im also not saying that they must be like girls, and have to play the barbie dolls (cause i don't) or zero point. can't they spend more time on something constructive like playing some other games, like fifa or age of mythology or whatsoever. well, those games aren't that good but im sorry, cause i just don't like maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are m&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;n (i know there are some other better ones somwehere around) so selfish and stupid and insensitive. they only think for themselves and never spare a thought for the people around them, esp when the others tried to help. can't those stupid men show a sense of appreciation? idiot. i guess it wouldn't be much of a big surprise if i don't like guys. at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i would be saving the happy stuff for some other happy entries. ignore me if i blew my temper at you these few days, for im not in the best of mood now. it's pms time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fucked up day i had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113454562132706447?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113454562132706447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113454562132706447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113454562132706447' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113447884586204177</id><published>2005-12-13T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:02:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tannnnn~~ (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa with jessica yz weiting wendy today. morning went over to yz's place to make sure something. haahhahaha. xD then went to lot1 to meet the others. had branch there, then took 188 to habourfront. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was SUNNY when we reached there! ((((: bought a frisbee and played with them. wahahaha. nothing much there la. just sit down there tann, then went into the sea, then play frisbee, then tann and blah blah blah. but just had fun playing frisbee lor~ &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed up at about 6+, went to bathe. so many kids. zzzz.. waited for quite some time la, in the end we washed our hair outside first. bah. jessica was SEXY~~ *weeeee-u-weeeeeeeeet!* wahahaha. then 5 of us occupied the whole row of cubicles, then kept shouting to pass the shampoo and stuff. so silly la. guess those ppl outside must be thinking that we are crazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm then went harbourfront center to eat dinner ba. yupp, thats abt all. the entry's boring, but my day wasn't! at least i got to tannnnn~ wheeeeee~ (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's trng tmr again. sian. im so sorry but i start to feel that trng's getting boring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;钟停了，钟歪了，钟坏了。&lt;br /&gt;秒针掉了，分针掉了，时针掉了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我病了，我老了，我坏了。&lt;br /&gt;眼睛瞎了，耳朵聋了，嘴巴哑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情停了，爱情歪了，爱情坏了。&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不见了，&lt;br /&gt;痛苦的回忆一一浮现，&lt;br /&gt;而寂寞也准时来了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113447884586204177?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113447884586204177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113447884586204177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113447884586204177' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113422337007301558</id><published>2005-12-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:06:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh freak. i've fhis floody ulfer in my mouthf, whichf fauses me to falk like rafeek now. fffff. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. had training yesterday. performance was slightly better i guess. but my smashing was still shitty. i don't what the freaking hell went wrong with it, everything just went into the net. games against xy&amp;pam, but lost to them again. haiii.. then final game with ann&amp;wl, was quite an exciting game i would say. at least pulled the score closer to 11-15. all thanks to biyun rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tuition today. hmmm nothing much. developed the photos out!! ((((: then spent my whole night rearranging all my photos in the album. hehe. laughed at my past photos, the &lt;em&gt;golden years&lt;/em&gt;! wahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian... it's another 3 weeks before school reopens, and then we have to race with time again. haiii. i've not finished any of the hols hmk and im only left with less than 2 weeks, cause i won't be home after the 23rd!! DIE~ what's worse is that i've not started with the graphs for amaths. i've not touched any test papers for emaths. let alone the freaking chinese hmk&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; (doubt that there's such word, but who cares.) that laohuang wants us to do. ARH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摇啊摇，摇啊摇，&lt;br /&gt;摇向那永无止境的空茫，&lt;br /&gt;摇向那莫可名状的忧伤。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113422337007301558?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113422337007301558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113422337007301558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113422337007301558' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113394099221357335</id><published>2005-12-07T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:30:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been rather busy these few days, which includes my &lt;em&gt;big day&lt;/em&gt;~~ haha. yupp, trainings after trainings. =/ rather pooped up now. went out with xie zai &lt;b&gt;last saturday&lt;/b&gt; for dinner, was supposed to be my treat. but that stupid girl refused to return me my wallet. so... yar. went to the arcade after that. oh man. it has been donkey years ever since i stepped in there la. played all kinds of games, shooting, driving, hitting, music, bball, catching, etc. bball was fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday.&lt;/b&gt; yupp, my big day~ (: a big THANKS to those for their greetings and presents and the testimonals written, really appreciated them. (: &lt;em&gt; yingzi ann karen jasmine sokleng brenda wanxin yeeting sharon simeng weiling doris adeline jessica weiting huishi kahmun chengsiang wanqi huiting sijin magdelene kat yanlin jerelyn alicia jinyee etc.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rather surprised that yanlin and the juniors would actually get something for me. haha. fererro roche, or whatever it is spelt as. yupp, xie zai got me chocs too. weiling jasmine sokleng also!!! &gt;.&lt; don't think i dunno all of your ying mou!! you want me to grow fatter and fatter!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qi si wo le. anyway sister and bro&amp;gf bought me ice cream cake. hehe. yeah, it was supposed to be some surprise, but then i've seen it through hours ago. but played along with them la. wahaha. hmmm even though some other greetings came later, but still.. thanks loads. (: at least you remembered. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bon voyage! (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday.&lt;/b&gt; had training. games against lianglu &amp; msphoon. 15-7, we lost! bahh. after that, went to jp with weiling. she was the one who said want to eat de la, come on. in the end, it was a surprise from her yingzi caibao! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao. stupid weiling say she went to the toilet, in the end come back with both of them and a mango cake. &gt;.&lt; went to mac and ate the cake. they added french fries with all kinds of sauces on my cake la. evil people. &gt;.&lt; thank god that i didn't la du zi at night. yz made a card too. xD hand-made stuff are the most meaningful. =) gotten a vvvvv meaningful one last year from someone else, that was the best. haha! the others were nice too~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. for more info, can refer to yz's blog, hers is more detailed and &lt;s&gt;pictorial&lt;/s&gt;. bahhhh. anyway thanks for the surprise weiling yingzi caibao, even though i thought of it now, still got abit &lt;em&gt;bu hao yi si&lt;/em&gt; la. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tuesday.&lt;/b&gt; nothing much today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today.&lt;/b&gt; training again. was totally freakingly off form. lost to xy&amp;pam, lost to mrlim&amp;wl, lost to lianglu&amp;msphoon. haiiiiiiii. our scores never broke the 2 digit number la. sorry biyun. my smashing were all in the net, net shots never went over the net either, wasn't able to coordinate during the game play. haiiiii. i wonder why. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113394099221357335?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113394099221357335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113394099221357335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113394099221357335' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113359753810331970</id><published>2005-12-03T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:12:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrrrrrrrrright. it was &lt;b&gt;badminton bbq&lt;/b&gt; ytd. (: but im sorry there wasn't any much photos on the bbq itself. mostly are just personal shots. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the whole bunch of us met up at jec before embarking on our trip to east coast park. jessica and joanne joined us!! ((((: there was peishan too! (((: reached ECP in abt an hr? it was a loooooooooong walk to the bbq pit, cause it was near the bedok jetty, and we alighted at the macdonalds there?! okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack around for awhile before jessica and i started to start the fire. jessica's fire was started v professionally, while everyone was laughing at my campfire style. boohoo. silly joanne who gave silly comments on my fire. &gt;.&lt; BUT my fire started first! hehe. okay fine, i admit i had used much more starters than jessica. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jasmine and sokleng arrived!! (((((((: but not the food. we only had hotdogs. so had to make do with it. they started bbq-ing it, while jessica and i kept throwing in the charcoal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents called, and i went to the carpark to get the satays, otahs, sotong balls, etc. YEAH! the bbq has finally started! yeah, i must say that jessica jasmine sokleng and i kept bbq-ing and refused to budge. but HELLO??? i don't know what and where the sec 1s were? when i wanted to pass on the job of bbqing for the ppl, they are nowhere to be seen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. in the end, i bbq some satays and brought it to one side and eat with jessica. haha. then we started to add in the charcoal. yupp. more ppl started arriving. yiting jiaying xiaoqi, and i didn't know that big vivian and aihui were coming too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran out of charcoals at night, rode to 7-eleven to get a packet. sheeeesh. when i came back, jessica was gone! heard that she went to look for me. oh man. im so touched! xP thanks~ waited for jessica to come back, then we went to sit at the beach and &lt;em&gt;cui feng&lt;/em&gt; (blow wind). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked alot. =) then we started to &lt;em&gt;pai zi lian zhao&lt;/em&gt;. i guess those at the bbq pit must have thought why the dark gloomy beach got all the red light and flashes. haha. don't worry, it was just jessica and i taking photos. xP then after some time, jasmine and sokleng came along. and we took photos together!! ((((: we talked alot too even though the time span was short. here are the photos! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01292.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying on the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01305.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica trying hard to open her eyes. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01308.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that plate was supposed to be under our heads when we were lying down, to prevent our hair entangled with the sand la. *refer first pic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01315.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sokleng jasmine jessica me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01317.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01319.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica sl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01321.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01328.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica and her stupid plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01326.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a so-called artistic photo by jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, thats ahout all. before we left the beach, we saw 2 &lt;em&gt;ghostly things&lt;/em&gt; on the breakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01332.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01335.jpg" height=180;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look closely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la. those were just aihui and big vivian at the breakers. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm went back and packed up the place. and went back in a cab with jessica sl and jasmine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. this year's bbq wasn't that bad after all. yeah, cause i know there was jessica. haha. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao ba. hafta meet my buddy for dinner later! (: tataaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113359753810331970?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113359753810331970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113359753810331970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113359753810331970' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113342794057608042</id><published>2005-12-01T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:05:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a mood of blogging, but i just lost all the mood. what a day to start the month. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼這麼多人都要在這時候那麼忙碌?&lt;br /&gt;為什麼這麼多人都要在這時候飛走呢?&lt;br /&gt;連你也是。。&lt;br /&gt;其實那已經不重要了﹐&lt;br /&gt;只不過心裡卻感到一陣陣的酸痛。&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我到底究竟還牽掛著什麼?&lt;br /&gt;是你傻傻的樣子嗎?&lt;br /&gt;是你笨笨的舉動嗎?&lt;br /&gt;是你窩心得問候嗎?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還是說。。&lt;br /&gt;是那時候的日子呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;林琬清!&lt;br /&gt;是時候往前走了啦!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113342794057608042?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113342794057608042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113342794057608042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113342794057608042' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113323264533830033</id><published>2005-11-29T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:50:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yooowooolehhhhyeeeewoooo~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. this is gonna be so unlike me. but who cares! well, i thought that only taiwan or japan would have those shuai ge, but who would expect singapore to produce such ppl!! &gt;.&lt; julian hee is one, but don't like him in the &lt;em&gt;wu chu cai hong&lt;/em&gt;. =/ cao guo hui also! but now, is the guy who sang "i can't smile without you~ can't smile without you~" william leon!! hahaahhahaha. he acted in one of the taiwanese dramas. =/ nvm about that, what's worse was that the female lead was wang xin ling. eeeeeeeeeeeee. =////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/william3.jpg" height=200;width=150;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUAI GE!! xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/william2.jpg" height=200;width=150;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM PEPOPLE!!!! *AHHHHHHHHH!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113323264533830033?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113323264533830033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113323264533830033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113323264533830033' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113317545958291582</id><published>2005-11-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:57:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooot. training today again. was quite satisfied with my smashing and lobbing today. is it the racket that's finally starting to do its magic?? haha. but during games, my smashing and lobbing was like a piece of shit. became mad with myself after getting all the shuttles into the net. booooo. anyway, mr lim said that there might be a selection for next year's tounament on the next training(wed). OH MY FREAKING GODDDDD! &gt;.&lt; i hope i won't freak out last minute when playing the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went jp with biyun wenjing jane for lunch, and got the present for huixian, a bikini. haha. -.- hmmmm and finally gotten my presents for the others. after so much trouble, settled down with some accessories. so dumb huh? walked around don't know how many places in singapore, and ended up with some accessories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;countdown: 4 days!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113317545958291582?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113317545958291582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113317545958291582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113317545958291582' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113300835946512247</id><published>2005-11-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:32:39.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*munches on famous amos cookie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay joycelyn, i know im fat. and im getting fatter. i feel so sinful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard with sijin today to get her friend's present. and well, i went to see if there was anything to get for them but it was rather fruitless for me. number 1 is that i don't know what to get. number 2 is what can be given had already been given. so i sorta ran out of ideas. anyone reading this can help? anything that you think that would be meaningful. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;countdown: 6 days!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113300835946512247?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113300835946512247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113300835946512247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113300835946512247' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113291914922566161</id><published>2005-11-25T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:45:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. how many times we would have this kind of physical trainings, such as today? i guess this is the first, and hopefully not the last. wahaha. i was praying the whole morning that it would rain before we were out in the field. but when i walked to school, it seemed rather sunny. &lt;em&gt;sighh...&lt;/em&gt; weiling went to put the cones, and the time to run was nearing!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~ as she was walking back, it started to drizzzzzle! then it got heavier, and heavier and &lt;b&gt;heavier&lt;/b&gt;!!! ((((((((: no more run. went to the gym and did the usual stuff. oh and that reminds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; guy is so irritating can. he gave us the wrong keys trice? fuck it. not like as if the gym was on the first level? it was on the third level la. poor yanlin who had to run up and down for dunno how many donkey times because of &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; stupid guy's fault. bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. then we did some &lt;em&gt;bu shi ren&lt;/em&gt; de drills. and i was being irritating there again. but who cares? we had loads of fun. (: i mean how many times can the sec 1-3s laugh so much during physicals? probably none &lt;em&gt;till today&lt;/em&gt;. xD maybe it's because there wasn't much people today. weeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met yz after training. went to make her ez-link. bought this horoscope book 2006 @ $2.95, rather accurate for some though. but then there were some that were... HAHAHHAHAA! ask yingzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my strengths: humorous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113291914922566161?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113291914922566161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113291914922566161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113291914922566161' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113284338289963494</id><published>2005-11-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:43:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fat girl (my sister) went to minimize the screen size of the comp. now everything is so small. freak it. and i've to squinch my punnnnny little eyes to see what im typing now. bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's physical training tmr, but my partner isn't going cause she's sick! and she has gotten 5-day mc! like wth??? &gt;.&lt; &lt;em&gt;i don't wanna run.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快乐如此稀薄而短暂，&lt;br /&gt;悲伤却为什么总是绵绵不断?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113284338289963494?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113284338289963494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113284338289963494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113284338289963494' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113274615824407001</id><published>2005-11-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:42:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhhhh. today's eng retest was a piece of shit for me. i think im gonna flunk it again. haiiiiiii. went to mac with weiling after that, stayed there for about 4hrs?! then we talked about alot of things. 觉得自己是个烂人一个。唉~~~ 算了吧! 一开始我就是这样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was rather different today. LOL. well, i guess it's quite obvious to see everyone putting more effort today, probably it's because mr lim was there to observe us the whole training. boo. my racket didn't make any difference today leh. sigh. i guess it's the way i play. just not up to standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和时间&lt;br /&gt;一起躺在抽屉里睡觉，&lt;br /&gt;我换了好多好多姿势，&lt;br /&gt;却还是睡不着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间安安静静地躺在那里，&lt;br /&gt;说她其实从来也没有睡觉过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;countdown: 9 days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113274615824407001?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113274615824407001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113274615824407001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113274615824407001' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113257318775463576</id><published>2005-11-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:41:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrrrrrrrr.. it's rather chilly today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training at gombak today. wasn't feeling quite well. &lt;em&gt;sorry yiting.&lt;/em&gt; everytime i lob, my head aches like shit. guess i shouldn't strain myself too much. xD stayed for the 2nd session too, since im feeling better. after which, we had games. overall, smashing was alright today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway with weiling to buy shoes, and restring my racket. gotten my shoes v fast, i hope it doesn't look too bad to the others. &gt;.&lt; restring&lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt; my racket too, the tension is better now. hopefully to be able to lob and smash better during training this wednesday. yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of wednesday, there's still retest in the morning. haiiiiii. i hate doing summarys. boooooo. oh by the way, i received the letter for making i/c today!! hehe. pardon me for making a big fuss out of it, but afterall it's &lt;b&gt;once&lt;/b&gt; in a lifetime! wahaha. yaaaaaaaay! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我什么都忘了，&lt;br /&gt;什么都忘了，&lt;br /&gt;都忘了，&lt;br /&gt;忘了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113257318775463576?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113257318775463576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113257318775463576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113257318775463576' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113246432481419517</id><published>2005-11-20T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T13:26:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter &amp; GOF was alright, i guess. i can't say much cause i did not read the thick-like-anything book. sat at the 5th row from the front, what nice angle of the show you would expect. bahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid children. i was woke up by &lt;em&gt;mad&lt;/em&gt; children screaming into the mike early this morning, or rather it was almost noon then. but whatever, they are crazy i tell you. they were just practically &lt;s&gt;mummbling&lt;/s&gt; screaming into the mike. hope someone shuts their ass soon. ARH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's training early in the morning at gombak tmr, hopefully everything turns out well. gonna get new pair of shoes after that! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;溜滑梯只能往下滑，&lt;br /&gt;为什么却找不到&lt;br /&gt;往上滑的溜滑梯?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界小气地&lt;br /&gt;只能让我们&lt;br /&gt;享受单向的快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;countdown: 12 days!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113246432481419517?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113246432481419517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113246432481419517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113246432481419517' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113214263075956680</id><published>2005-11-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:03:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had training today. wasn't as fun though, because of &lt;em&gt;some reason&lt;/em&gt;. but was alright afterall. nothing much is happening these few days. =/ school's ending soon. olevels' ending soon. oh wells, all the best for the remaining papers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨日的悲伤，我已遗忘。&lt;br /&gt;可以遗忘的，都不再重要了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一站是终点?&lt;br /&gt;还是另一个起点?&lt;br /&gt;终在跌跌撞撞之后&lt;br /&gt;才仿佛明白，&lt;br /&gt;很多事情是不能强求的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113214263075956680?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113214263075956680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113214263075956680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113214263075956680' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113188648149269428</id><published>2005-11-13T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:14:31.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;warning: 1090-word entry which you may not be interested in reading.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;do you sometimes wonder why or what makes you are so afraid of something? or why do you try all means to avoid that thing? don't worry, im not going to talk any &lt;em&gt;ren sheng da dao li&lt;/em&gt;. well, it just suddenly struck my mind, so i guess im just going to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i have those &lt;em&gt;ren bu fan wo, wo bu fan ren&lt;/em&gt; face, but seriously i don't like &lt;em&gt;quietness&lt;/em&gt;. i mean who likes? other than those who are mugging for exams, and those who are able to spend donkey hours in a &lt;em&gt;dead silence&lt;/em&gt; library. -.- &lt;b&gt;well, i can't.&lt;/b&gt; even if when im pia-ing like shit during moys/eoys, i will have my radio switched on, be it tuned in to yes93.3, gold90.0, class95.0 or whatever. i need music, or some would say it as noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you find noise as a part of everyday life? the sickening alarm clock ringing in the early morning; the big, fat cars honking at each other on the road; the teachers' never-ending nagging in school; your friends' jokes, critisims, whatsoever; your stomach growling during a certain time; your parents' evergrowing nagging at home. all the noises signifies something, it's time to wake up; it's time to move faster; it's time to hand in ur hmk; it's time you learn something from your peers; im hungry; appreciate the naggings for you might never have the chance to hear them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i don't know why im talking about all these. probably the trip to my ah ma hse's toilet gave me the inspiration. LOL. that toilet reminded me of my childhood. not that i spent my childhood days living in the toilet, nor the fragrance of the toilet made me fresh and awake, also not because that i love that toilet so much, that i spent so much time in it and became my 2nd home. it's just that i so happened remember that i locked myself in the toilet, and i dunno how to unlock it. and i was stuck in there for an hour plus la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i was about 4 or 5 years old then la and i was like so damn freaking short then. &gt;.&lt; so the story goes... it was like any typical toilet trip, where for the first time, i've decided to play with the toilet lock. (note: it was those vvv olden kind of metal lockers, those that had to be pushed. not like nowadays those plastic ones that just have to shift down, nor those metal door knobs where you just have to press down the "button".) so happily and stupidly, i locked the door with much effort (had to tiptoe because of pathetic height i had then) and did whatver i had to do in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed my hands. and as you know, water reduces friction. i tried pushing the lock back, but my hand kept slipping off!! i can still remember how anxious i was then, tears started to well up and sweat kept rolling down, don't even know if it were my tears or sweat. i started crying out to the adults outside, banging on the door like a mad dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was like being cooped up in a store room, and you couldn't get out of there. it was so stuffy, and the only differnce was that i had a toilet bowl, and a sink to keep me accompany. -.- thank god it was in the afternoon when i got stuck, so there was still some light. but being stuck in the toilet alone, for a 4-year-old, it was like being in hell can! i was so frantic la, no one was there with me to calm me down, except for those voices that were coming in from the outside, but i don't think that it helped much either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what day that was, but apparently there was alot of adults in the house, even those relatives i hardly see. i remembered them saying "try pushing harder!!" or something like that. i mean, if you think about it now, it's actually quite funny. LOL. but what else can they do? you can't unlock the door from the outside what. yeah, then i think i sat down there and cried like as if it was &lt;em&gt;the end of world the next day&lt;/em&gt;. if im not wrong, i think i nearly slept in there la. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so spent almost an hour in there, then i tried to unlock again, &lt;em&gt;water evaporates ya know...&lt;/em&gt; and probably with some help from the adults outside. VOLA! i unlocked the door myself!! ((((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the tool box outside the door too. so with my inference skills now, i assume that they actually wanted to dismantle the lock and get me out of there. LOL. i don't know la. i just asked my mother if she had remembered about this incident. she just laughed and said, "of course! how come you still can remember about that you locked yourself inside? hahahaha.." so evil of her to laugh at me. haha. but come to think of it now, it is really very &lt;em&gt;diu lian&lt;/em&gt; la. fancy locking yourself up in a room, and couldn't unlock it. what's more, in a toilet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my point. i guess why i would remember about this incident so clearly is that it actually led to one of the character of mine now, that is afraid to be left alone. LOL. can't believe that i would actually say this, but well.. yar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone would surely have their unforgettable memories ba, be it good or bad. it will be stuck with us as long as we live. though it may not create an impression as deep as some others, but afterall.. you know that it actually did happened once to you, yourself. and when you turn back and look at it, you might just laugh it off and it may not be as bad as it was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i really hate the guo meimei's new song about not being afraid of the cockroach. it is getting on my nerves, esp when it is repeating on the advertisment every now and then. this was the same when the stupid &lt;em&gt;lao shu ai da ma&lt;/em&gt; came out. sickening. i hope no one else will fan chang this song, or i will just smash my radio or tv on the floor into pieces!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, im just kidding. im not &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; violent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113188648149269428?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113188648149269428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113188648149269428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113188648149269428' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113180233805586004</id><published>2005-11-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:32:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went east coast with my sister today. today's weather was GREAT! sunshine sunshine and more sunshine! haha. hmmm there wasn't much ppl there today, which is good. (: maybe it's because olevels and alevels are still on. nvm. cycled for 3.5h, with breaks in between. &lt;em&gt;my legs are breaaaaaaaaking.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything, we went to eat dinner. &lt;em&gt;dong bei xiao chi&lt;/em&gt; along tahjong katong road. XIAOLONGBAOOOOO!! ((((((((((: ate shui jiao, lamian, etc. ((: mmmmMMMMmmm~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a bad sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall declare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no more yummy food/junk food for me &lt;em&gt;until badminton bbq&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;here's the weird game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules-&lt;br /&gt;#o1 post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself&lt;br /&gt;#02 at the end of your post, list the names of 5 people who you wana next to do this and leave a comment ''you are tagged'' in their blog and tell them to read your blog for rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#o1&lt;br /&gt;1. my digestive juices are always active, thus i get hungry easily.&lt;br /&gt;2. im said to be scary when i don't smile. -.-&lt;br /&gt;3. i stumble fumble over my words easily.&lt;br /&gt;4. im fat.&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't understand why im doing this weird game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#o2&lt;br /&gt;1. tzer&lt;br /&gt;2. peilin&lt;br /&gt;3. michelle&lt;br /&gt;4. xiner&lt;br /&gt;5. yingzi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113180233805586004?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113180233805586004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113180233805586004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113180233805586004' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113170048512878481</id><published>2005-11-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T17:14:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time that i enjoyed physical training too. (: i guess probably if i've started the day happily, i would enjoy the trainings even more. =) or it's because i've started to treasure trainings even more? nah, i guess not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was so scorching today, melted my bones away. thank god we didn't have to run. xD just did some drills, and new ones that weiling came up with. after physical, stayed back to discuss about the badminton bbq! im &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; looking forward to the gathering, although it also marks the farewell. .... but i guess it's better not to let the word &lt;em&gt;farewell&lt;/em&gt; spoil the whole fun. just hope that everyone will turn up for the gathering. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, went opposite with biyun wenjing to grab a bite and the sec 4s just finished their lit paper. hmm so i walked to biyun to the bus stop. and yar, like that lor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tzer lx jasmine june they got some cute-looking &lt;em&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/em&gt; keychain for me. according to them, it's supposed to stop me from getting hungry. haha. well, i didn't know it was a cake initially. &gt;.&lt; probably it's because it was too flatten. wahaha. but then thanks anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01257.jpg" width=180;height=150;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm looks funny on my hp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113170048512878481?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113170048512878481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113170048512878481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113170048512878481' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113161614287275902</id><published>2005-11-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T17:49:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost coming to an end of another week. and i have not touched any of the tys questions. die. either im glued on the chair, infront of the computer everyday. if not, my head is stuck on my pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much time left, im only left with less than 6 weeks to complete the hmk, which is less than 30 days, excluding the weekends. ahhhhh. it's less than a month!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my motivation! where's my self-discipline! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot. must come up with some ways to control myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finish at least one topic/exam paper within a day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gogogo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113161614287275902?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113161614287275902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113161614287275902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113161614287275902' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113153764509043683</id><published>2005-11-09T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:00:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks. the guo meimei's new song is actually the crazy frog's song. i hate frogs. they are so er xin. yuccccccccks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today. stroked with ann again! (: but she played until finger got blister. SORRRRRRRRRY! &gt;.&lt; today's training was kinda short, one hour only and we had to squeeze again. hmmm but well, it's been a long time ever since i've said this, but seriously, i enjoyed training today. (: maybe its good to sweat it out sometimes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the date for badminton farewell is finally confirmed. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113153764509043683?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113153764509043683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113153764509043683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113153764509043683' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113136907369568657</id><published>2005-11-08T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:43:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what frigging shit. the &lt;em&gt;wooooooooooooooorst&lt;/em&gt; news during the hols: aileen leong might be teaching us combined humans next year. rubbish shit. it's 90% confirmed guaranteed chopped. &lt;em&gt;i don't want! i don't want!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt; i want the other 10%! i thought that woman is gone for &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; la. who would expect her to come back next year la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was freaking boring. started off with physics on new chapter, waves. &lt;em&gt;oh great.&lt;/em&gt; i guess that was most probably one of the reasons that spoilt my whole day. and we had gorilla's lessons after recess. total piece of shit. bah. it's been donkey years before i came back before 1pm. no mood to go out either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. my hols are going to a waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. here are the photos @sentosa, as promised. carry on if you want to see. i want to go back there during the hols again, to get myself &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; tanned. &gt;.&lt; any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01220.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received this brochure on our way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first stop: siloso beach. played frisbee, and bought a ball @ $5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/5b6a464b.jpg" height=200;width=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this is our territory under the coconut tree. thank god that there wasn't any falling coconuts, or we will all go nuts. -.- oh there's the green ball we bought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/fbe574c1.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiemin and xinfang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/7d587c36.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen and yeeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/b1bd68a0.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline and laiying. paiseh for the lousy angle shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/b1275973.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the sea to play ball. oh im the one in yellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/3e889da8.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ball game. i was totally soaked la, forgotten who threw the ball so far into the sea. had to swim to retrieve it. bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/f04956b5.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh here's what we 7 peopl had for "lunch", kindly sponsered by yeeting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were just too lazy to buy food from there. besides, the foood there is so expensive can. blame it on us, we forgot to get smuggle some snacks before we went in. after the ball game, we sat at the beach to tann. then karen started burying, our legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/ceeaae86.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a pig. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01174.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeting who got a stoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01175.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laiying and the frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01176.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps* a dead corpse! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01178.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the peanut cake wasn't enough for us. so they decided to change location. the treasure map. *ta-dah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 2nd stop: ferry terminal. we sat the blue line bus, and guess what! my itchy fingers went to press the bell and then DING DONG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01216.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be "MIND THE STEP", but then the bus was so shaky that it turned out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the ferry terminal but then we couldn't find burger king. so we sat down at some nearby chair and rest. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01183.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeting and her second last piece of cake. "now what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i ate the last piece by the way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01184.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01185.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jiemin had lost her way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, she walked to the opposite direction la. so we went to eat at BK, and talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01188.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we went to the musical fountain to see if we could catch any performance. on our way there, we saw this man who was carrying this thick, yellow snake. gosh. $5/touch. so er xin can. and silly laiying scared me la. i didn't know that the snake head was like less than 10cm away from my face?! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01191.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01193.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01195.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i guess we just missed a performance. and xinfang jiemin were looking for another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we went back to the beach to continue playing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01200.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01202.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo~ i love the background. like they watching some movie like that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01208.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this peacock back at the beach. so jiemin and yeeting went chasing it, so as to get a close-up view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01213.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01210.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for both of them to chase the peacock, i took a photo of silly ahfang. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats about all ba. we continued playing until sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/DSC01214.jpg" height=200;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave in anyway. &lt;br /&gt;wasn't that bad afterall,&lt;br /&gt;was it?&lt;br /&gt;guess it's better off this way.&lt;br /&gt;might as well just&lt;br /&gt;let the remaining time&lt;br /&gt;be a pleasant one&lt;br /&gt;for all of us. &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/6617852-113136907369568657?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113136907369568657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113136907369568657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136907369568657' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113128127514941964</id><published>2005-11-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:47:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooooooot. went to sentosa with xinfang jiemin yeeting karen adeline laiying today. YAY! had loads of fun with them. photos will be uploaded tmr, i guess. im too tired now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's O levels tmr. &lt;b&gt;jiayou!&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113128127514941964?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113128127514941964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113128127514941964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113128127514941964' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113117920691170992</id><published>2005-11-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:40:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo. one week's down, 2 more weeks to go. nth much is happening these few days, therefore there's nth to blog about. probably there's more for tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan10.jpg" height=180;width=150;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click the picture to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们深刻体会到人生的无奈，&lt;br /&gt;因此当他们分手时，&lt;br /&gt;一路上相对无言，&lt;br /&gt;不知道该说些什么好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们只能说：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「下雪了。」&lt;br /&gt;「嗯，真的下雪了，雪飘下来真美。」&lt;br /&gt;「真的很美。」&lt;br /&gt;「嗯，下雪了……。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to see you smile again. &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/6617852-113117920691170992?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113117920691170992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113117920691170992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113117920691170992' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113102077475739926</id><published>2005-11-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:29:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy hari raya! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun seeing the muslim families wearing the same colour costumes. xD the big ones looked so demure, the young ones looked so cute! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, went to fareast with louise today. &lt;em&gt;shop&lt;/em&gt;shop&lt;b&gt;shop&lt;/b&gt;shop&lt;em&gt;shop&lt;/em&gt; until &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;. spent abt 3h+ in one shopping center la. probably it's because we went there too early, then there's not much people there, which is good la. don't have to squeeze with so many people. =&lt;br /&gt;she bought a &lt;em&gt;beady&lt;/em&gt; necklace, looks good on her. then she bought a pair of skirt, which she regretted buying in the end. oh and also a shirt, or rather a blouse. and wore it right away, since she said that the blouse she was wearing today was too short. LOL. and yeah of course, she looks &lt;b&gt;damn nice&lt;/b&gt; in anything. xD i hope i didn't bore her during the whole shopping, since im not those who gives much comments, neither am i those shopping freaks. oh well~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't manage to get her pair of bimbotic shoes, and so we left town and headed to bishan to EAT. xD we saw &lt;em&gt;ding tai feng&lt;/em&gt; there. (((((((((((((((((((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaolongbao!!&lt;br /&gt;xiaolongbao!!&lt;br /&gt;xiaolongbao!!&lt;br /&gt;xiaolongbao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xiaolongbao!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, our legs just brought us in to eat. &lt;em&gt;lalala~~&lt;/em&gt; didn't eat much there la, just some small small stuff, like xiaolongbao! total we spent about $30, which is still quite alright la. later, we just walked around the place to burn away the calories. LOL. saw this thing, and was wondering if i should get it for their farewell. louise was psychoing me to get it, but i guess i don't have that urge to get anything yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw this &lt;b&gt;ha ha hermit crab&lt;/b&gt; thing. it was selling those hermit crabs as pets, but then it &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; like those crabs are being forced to stay in the fake, colourful "shells". kinda ke lian actually. don't understand why people nowadays are coming up with such things as pets. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan9.jpg" width=220;height=220; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月光清冷的那一个夜晚，&lt;br /&gt;我爬上高树，&lt;br /&gt;森林一片寂静。&lt;br /&gt;我真想坐在树上慢慢等待，&lt;br /&gt;直到青涩的果子转为艳红。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113102077475739926?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113102077475739926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113102077475739926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113102077475739926' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113085207420697477</id><published>2005-11-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:35:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. im &lt;em&gt;heartbroken&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;they cheated my feeelings. they say i could highlight my hair. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no worries, i guess i've just secured myself a new pair of shoes. &lt;b&gt;buaaaahahaha!!&lt;/b&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan8.jpg" width=220;height=220;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摘不到的星星，总是最闪亮的。&lt;br /&gt;溜掉的小鱼，总是最美丽的。&lt;br /&gt;错过的电影，总是最好看的。&lt;br /&gt;失去的情人，总是最懂我的。&lt;br /&gt;我始终不明白，这究竟是什么道理。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113085207420697477?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113085207420697477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113085207420697477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113085207420697477' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113076720744483407</id><published>2005-10-31T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:00:07.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaay. over over over!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went taka with tzer jasmine after the paper today. they were &lt;em&gt;crazzzzzzy&lt;/em&gt;. we saw this vvvvvvvvv cute jap little boy in kino. &gt;.&lt; he was sitting on this v weird looking chair, carried by the father. omgggggggggg. he is so cute can!! stupid tzer and jasmine don't want to help me take photos of him la. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more info, please refer to &lt;a href="http://www.imnice-.blogspot.com"&gt;tzer's&lt;/a&gt; blog. im just too lazy to blog more, and also because she seldom blog so long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113076720744483407?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113076720744483407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113076720744483407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076720744483407' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113065811479422266</id><published>2005-10-30T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:41:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh noooo. tmr's chinese olevels already. dieeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/apple.jpg" width=150;height=150;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuji&lt;/b&gt; apples! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzer, it is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; just an apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan7.jpg" width=180;height=220;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圣诞夜的悲剧终於发生了。&lt;br /&gt;全世界的小孩和小孩的，爸爸妈妈。&lt;br /&gt;爷爷奶奶都着急得哭了。&lt;br /&gt;圣诞老人最近得了一种病，听说叫做---&lt;br /&gt;老人痴呆症。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113065811479422266?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113065811479422266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113065811479422266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113065811479422266' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113041172060615895</id><published>2005-10-27T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:15:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rafeek has started on a new chapter on amaths, &lt;b&gt;matrices&lt;/b&gt;. oh man. i don't even understand a single shit on it. the fault doesn't lie in his fast speech, it just lie in my slow interpretation. &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt;, the meaning of &lt;b&gt;row&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;column&lt;/b&gt; can't seem to get into my puny brain. it was the same for chemistry, what's a period and a group? i don't think i even know it till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great, and im down for chemistry rememdial during the nov hols. not forgetting, a retest too. ahhhhhhhhh. i can't accept the fact that my physics for eoy is scoring better than my chem la. my goodness. but i guess i won't be able to score for both next year. the thought of the new physics chapters that joycelyn has been describing these few days, is freaking me out!! &gt;.&lt; HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs around the house, pulling my hair* chinese olevels is 4 days away! &lt;em&gt;how time flies~~&lt;/em&gt; and it's the olevels already. =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan6.jpg" height=220;width=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叠罗汉时，你喜欢在哪一个位置？&lt;br /&gt;最上面的? 会摔得很惨。&lt;br /&gt;最下面的? 会被压得很痛。&lt;br /&gt;中间的? 又似乎不够刺激。&lt;br /&gt;叠罗汉时，我总是后悔我选择的任何位置。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113041172060615895?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113041172060615895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113041172060615895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113041172060615895' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113033356447039676</id><published>2005-10-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:32:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRRRRRRRRRRY JASMINE!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry sorrrry!&lt;br /&gt;dui bu qi!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113033356447039676?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113033356447039676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113033356447039676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033356447039676' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113033288291739729</id><published>2005-10-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:21:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck la. of all people, why is it him. yes, i admit im jealous or whatsoever that he was the one. but wtf, of all people? shit him la. idiot. fucking freaky ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school field was &lt;em&gt;trimmed&lt;/em&gt; today. there goes the mushrooms~ no more growing up, no more super powers. we will always be stuck at the mini size, and will lose our lives with one attack. boohoos.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to navy museum today. the time we took to travel to the place was more than the time we walked around the place. &lt;em&gt;bullshit..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; mistook a missile for a rocket. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today. was okay in the begining, had loads of fun stroking with ann. =) went into sudden depression &lt;em&gt;for no special reason&lt;/em&gt; at the end of the training. even msphoon asked me if i was unhappy. and i told her, &lt;em&gt;how can i be unhappy? =D&lt;/em&gt; oh freak it. im even lying about this. =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. nothing is going my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan5.jpg" width=220;height=220;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你一定要走吗？可不可以休息一下？&lt;br /&gt;像我一样，偶尔睡个懒觉，&lt;br /&gt;偶尔发呆，偶尔出错，偶尔闹情绪，偶尔耍赖。。。。&lt;br /&gt;你一定要如此坚定，严格地向前走嘛？&lt;br /&gt;弄得大家都精疲力竭地老了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113033288291739729?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113033288291739729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113033288291739729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033288291739729' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113023869642121127</id><published>2005-10-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:18:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to play soccer during pe today, all thanks to brenda jasmine lx. in the end, i guess they were the only ones playing. LOL. i was talking to tzer about the mushrooms growing in the field. when they are eaten for the first time, you will grow taller and bigger. for the second time, will have super powers! -.- oh i &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; got an A for cme! ain't you proud of me? xP will be expecting drinks from lx and brenda! thankew ar! =) see la tzer, why didn't play with us, or else you will get drinks from them too. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go jec for lunch but in the end i decided not to&lt;em&gt; for some reason&lt;/em&gt; jessica should know. instead, went to play pool with her! she won every single game we played. &gt;.&lt; oh we chased away a group of lower dunearn sec ppl. not chase away actually, just that we continued playing and they could not bear to wait any longer. hello? we only started on our first game la. no patience to wait then don't play. bahh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way back, saw tzer, who was on her way back from her maths competition, on the 99 bus. didn't even notice her la, until i saw someone grinning so widely at the back of the bus. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;someone:&lt;/b&gt; maybe you're right. when i don't know the person well enough, i won't see any fault in the person. but i guess it couldn't be help, can it? =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan4.jpg" width=220;height=180;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂寞的时候，我低下头，跟着路上别人的鞋子走。&lt;br /&gt;卡、卡、卡、卡，向前走，遇到一双会跳踢踏舞的红色高跟鞋。&lt;br /&gt;卡、卡、卡、卡，向前走，遇到一双会跳华尔兹的蓝色高跟鞋。&lt;br /&gt;卡、卡、卡、卡，向前走，只要走过一千步，&lt;br /&gt;寂寞就会跟着别人的鞋子，卡、卡、卡、卡地走了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-113023869642121127?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113023869642121127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113023869642121127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113023869642121127' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-113007115130457279</id><published>2005-10-23T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:45:11.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger has this stupid word verification thing before posting any entry. BBBBB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan3.jpg" width=180;height=180; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有风吹，没有草动，&lt;br /&gt;没有虫鸣，没有鸟啼，&lt;br /&gt;我全神贯注，固执地等待，&lt;br /&gt;月亮掉落的夜晚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit:&lt;/b&gt; i can see the chinese words here! for those who are curious, change the encoding to unicode. i guess it might be better! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's the reason this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the long bus rides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you still remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the toy machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would it still be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you really mean it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what have i done again&lt;/em&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/6617852-113007115130457279?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113007115130457279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/113007115130457279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113007115130457279' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112999561924152247</id><published>2005-10-22T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:56:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with sijin to bugis today. don't know what stupid thing was going on in jec today that there were so many people. the sight of many people spoils my mood. &lt;em&gt;sickening..&lt;/em&gt; but nevertheless, we went bugis &lt;em&gt;for no apparent reason actually..&lt;/em&gt; had mos burger and talked for an hour before walking around the place &lt;em&gt;aimlessly&lt;/em&gt;. bahh. then we went back to jec. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for 98 at the interchange, we were taking pictures of the middle-finger-pointing-out pen sijin had bought at bugis, with our back facing the bus. &lt;em&gt;how smart.&lt;/em&gt; when we turned our backs, we saw 98 reversing out of the lot, turning out, and then driving off. we stood at where we were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we missed the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stood there and broke out in horrible laughter. i guess that was the only highlight for the whole day. so try to appreciate it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across the letter in the drawer,&lt;br /&gt;and finally realized the word that &lt;br /&gt;i never knew what was it.&lt;br /&gt;instantly, the words, the content &lt;br /&gt;brought back memories. &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was i so petty this time. &lt;br /&gt;why didn't i gave in in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i stop and think through.&lt;br /&gt;why did i treat the game so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the year,&lt;br /&gt;i have been falling into &lt;br /&gt;the bottomless pit,&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all too late. &lt;br /&gt;you're gone.&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/6617852-112999561924152247?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112999561924152247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112999561924152247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112999561924152247' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112988823515173978</id><published>2005-10-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:56:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan0007.jpg" width=180;height=200;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人浮起来，有人沉下去。&lt;br /&gt;楼顶的风景与楼底的风景，&lt;br /&gt;永远不会一样，&lt;br /&gt;谁也别羡慕谁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have been wondering what are those weird question marks doing in the entries. don't worry, those are not some abc in a new form, they are actually chinese words taken from &lt;em&gt;ji mi&lt;/em&gt; books. apparently there's something wrong with the words cause it can't be seen here, despite which silly encoding you use. but if you're able to see the words then nvm. if not, i also don't know what i can do to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112988823515173978?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112988823515173978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112988823515173978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112988823515173978' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112981340586018345</id><published>2005-10-20T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:03:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. it's only two days and i've spending all my money on food. dammit. &gt;.&lt; and im growing more to the sideways. dieeeeeeee. got back hmt results. sigh. i wish my midyears would pull it up. =&lt;br /&gt;????????&lt;br /&gt;????????&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112981340586018345?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112981340586018345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112981340586018345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981340586018345' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112968425158516577</id><published>2005-10-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:10:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. eoys are over! mapwork was stupid, 5 out of 12 questions were tikam de la. forget it, it's &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;!! hmmm so we, as in june lx brenda and i went to tzer's house. brenda was complaining the whole way why the house so far. LOL. went to jp library to borrow books! &lt;em&gt;can you believe it!!&lt;/em&gt; and i nearly lost my wallet again la. shit me. feeel so bad to take up so much of their time to go up and down the library. &lt;b&gt;sorrrrrrry!!&lt;/b&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought ljs then went to tzer's house. everyone seemed dead beat on the bus, like as if we had &lt;em&gt;climbed moutains climbed water&lt;/em&gt; to reach our destination. haha. my god. tzer's hamsters are soooo cute can!!! &gt;.&lt; hmm so we watched battle royale 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole show was nice! see people's heads got blasted off, poked through and stuff. LOL. paiseh so saddist. the main character was nanahara or is it nanaharu, somewhat like toro, but he looked so niang la. &lt;em&gt;he looks worse in br2.&lt;/em&gt; was to protect the girl he likes, forgot her name, what nitoro/nikoto/niroko? the main killers were tzer's june's laogong. LOL. kawada and erm... i still can't remember the other's name. shit. they both looked v shuai la, but was kinda surprised that kawada was a good guy. there was this guy on the bike also v shuai! ehhhhh hitoro/hikoto/hitori? die. all the names are making me confused. the whole show was exciting, cause you wouldn't know how the person is gonna get killed, as in using what weapon. but some died until v stupidly.. brenda was so serious during the whole show la, machiam want to cry during those touching scenes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp.. there was this part where this grp of girls were in the lighthouse when one was poisoned to death. so they started suspecting each other, in the end killing each other. can't imagine if in reality, we are in this game and we have to kill each other in the grp. i guess i wouldn't have that confidence to shoot the ppl in my clique. bahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???????????&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;??????????&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112968425158516577?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112968425158516577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112968425158516577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112968425158516577' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112953488754504375</id><published>2005-10-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:46:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great. i've completely lost hope in my physics paper. can't understand why in the first place i took physics as part of my combination. stupid. must be that time i thought i could seek help from some people. yeah right. but it seems that it wouldn't happen anymore. what shit. stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jasmine's house to watch show. can't remember the name, i think is &lt;b&gt;my HiME&lt;/b&gt; or something like that. had loads of fun laughing at the characters' hairstyles! 3 out of 5 have that &lt;em&gt;doll&lt;/em&gt; fringe, even one of the guys. LMAO. and is those damn short kind de can. hahahaha. oh there's this charachter sooooo cute! always hungry! LOL. yeah nice show indeed. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????????&lt;br /&gt;?????????&lt;br /&gt;???????&lt;br /&gt;????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112953488754504375?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112953488754504375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112953488754504375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112953488754504375' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112937815131560304</id><published>2005-10-15T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:09:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh. 2nd entry for today. 200th entry since 2004. *cheeeers!!* but who cares anyway, my tagboard's seems dead. boohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. spent my afternoon with sijin today! so sweet of her to accompany me with my stupid physics revision at mac, like as if anything got into my puny brain. jessica was there too. &lt;b&gt;do you have to AHEM so loudly? i can sense your presence with your footsteps you know? xP &lt;/b&gt;shaun and gang was there too. 8 big guys in a toilet! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. talked rubbbish with sijin there, seemed like ages we haven't opened our mouth and let our bad breath out. haha. talk and talk and talk, from studies to school life to relations with others. blah blah blah.. miss her like shit can, plus yeeting and the others as well. nostalgic. probably will be meeting up with them next week after my papers, all of their papers are over la! kuku.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall look forward to next week. cause there are so many things to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;1)eoys over!&lt;br /&gt;2)hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;3)eat ice! &lt;br /&gt;4)gathering at siti's house (tentatively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeers everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112937815131560304?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112937815131560304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112937815131560304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112937815131560304' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112935332952418614</id><published>2005-10-15T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:22:08.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. have been playing the game sijin introduced to me. it's so exciting la!! &gt;.&lt; and in turn, i intro it to jessica and tzer. dammit la tzer. why are you scoring so high!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maggiemarket.com"&gt;http://www.maggiemarket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it people! the games are at the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/scan.jpg" width=180;height=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??????? ???????&lt;br /&gt;?????? ????????&lt;br /&gt;???????????&lt;br /&gt;????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112935332952418614?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112935332952418614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112935332952418614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112935332952418614' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112928902827493424</id><published>2005-10-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:23:48.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! eoys are almost over! hurrrrray! *throws my books up, except for phy* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to catch a movie with kat wanqi after emaths paper today. we watched &lt;b&gt;the skeleton key&lt;/b&gt;. it was quite a nice movie i would say. although it was supposed to be some scary movie, but i think it's more of those shocking kind. the plot was quite interesting too, rather than those typical horror movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat was covering her ears the whole movie la. i was boo-ing her too. wanqi was sitting at the other side, so don't have must contact with her. LOL. don't think elsewhere! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i finally decided to regrip my badminton racket. oh wells.. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone for two weeks&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112928902827493424?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112928902827493424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112928902827493424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112928902827493424' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112911335066165419</id><published>2005-10-12T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:35:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the stupid freaking hell!&lt;br /&gt;santhi is going to spotcheck our hair tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;shit her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have just finished the stupid thick like anything book --- chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;have some basic of knowledge of it finally. &lt;br /&gt;yay. &lt;br /&gt;shall play the online games my cousin introduced me now.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112911335066165419?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112911335066165419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112911335066165419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112911335066165419' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112903732898664376</id><published>2005-10-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:28:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chibabomb!&lt;br /&gt;shakabonbon!&lt;br /&gt;beebeebaabeeboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoys have started. amaths and geog p2 are over! &lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything evolves like a circle;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;it's back to you again..&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/6617852-112903732898664376?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112903732898664376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112903732898664376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112903732898664376' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112866628595519890</id><published>2005-10-07T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:28:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a week, &lt;br /&gt;and nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;i should have restrained myself&lt;br /&gt;a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i didn't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had did that,&lt;br /&gt;things wouldn't end up this way&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;why have words like these when you know&lt;br /&gt;time can't be turned back,&lt;br /&gt;it will only make us live in regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\\\\\\bye&amp;goodluck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112866628595519890?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112866628595519890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112866628595519890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112866628595519890' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112860651555558164</id><published>2005-10-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:26:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;please dont rain tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112860651555558164?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112860651555558164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112860651555558164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112860651555558164' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112849850709780625</id><published>2005-10-05T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:48:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why has it been raining in the morning these few days.&lt;br /&gt;must be because we are experiencing the northest monsoon now.&lt;br /&gt;and this occurs from october to february.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;oh freak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112849850709780625?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112849850709780625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112849850709780625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112849850709780625' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112832999733503805</id><published>2005-10-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:59:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's started again. there's one more usual week to go before eoys and i have only started on geog. there's like so so so so much more to revise la! &gt;.&lt; especially the stupid chem and phy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim was teaching the resultant force, using graphical method. &lt;b&gt;what shit. &lt;/b&gt; i don't even understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;monday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112832999733503805?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112832999733503805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112832999733503805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112832999733503805' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112815187933674827</id><published>2005-10-01T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:37:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i dislike nokia model phones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/6630.jpg" height=250;width=250;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;currently&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;3 with this! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother says it looks like a mushroom. zzz.. and for those who have &lt;em&gt;pian jian&lt;/em&gt; to this phone, i won't be influenced!! at least for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puts my hand infront of you* talk to my hand. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i went to check out the price today, but the shop is only selling 2nd hand, and it costs like $500+!! &gt;.&lt; can't imagine the cost of the 1st hand ones. my mother was complaining why the mushroom phone is so expensive. bahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, made a deal with my mother. HEHS.. xD she's gonna get the phone for me, &lt;b&gt;under some conditions&lt;/b&gt;. xD lalala~ im going to revise for my eoys now! BYEEEE!! ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 days left.. =\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112815187933674827?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112815187933674827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112815187933674827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112815187933674827' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112808307326563657</id><published>2005-09-30T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:24:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking on the phone with brenda last night, and after hearing what she had to say. i, now, seriously think that i've terribly &lt;em&gt;screwed up&lt;/em&gt; my english paper 1 and 2. and this goes the same to my chinese paper 1 and 2 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can cheer me up now except for xiaolongbao and probably some ji mi zuo pin. &lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;and got so far&lt;br /&gt;but in the end&lt;br /&gt;it doesn�t even matter&lt;br /&gt;i had to fall&lt;br /&gt;to lose it all&lt;br /&gt;but in the end&lt;br /&gt;it doesn�t even matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's never gonna be the same again.&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/6617852-112808307326563657?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112808307326563657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112808307326563657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112808307326563657' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112797976676316215</id><published>2005-09-29T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:42:46.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i thought that this passage was managable for me. it turns out that i didn't seperate the summary from the other questions. and it was stated on the question paper, ATTACH ALL YOUR ANSWERS TOGETHER. neither santhi, nor the other teachers said anything about seperating the summary paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i that scary? what did i do to make you run away from me again?&lt;br /&gt;i have already apologised, didn't i? &lt;br /&gt;yes. probably it was really my fault to say in a tone like that.&lt;br /&gt;but im having doubts after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to walk away from my path.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to hide behind the wall to check if im gone.&lt;br /&gt;because if you've seen me, that means i've seen you too.&lt;br /&gt;all your actions are just making it more obvious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered if you're avoiding me because of &lt;em&gt;that reason&lt;/em&gt; again. &lt;br /&gt;i hope it is, because i wouldn't want to know that there's another reason.&lt;br /&gt;is this then the reason for the cancellation on this tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;i have so much so much to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i will be even given an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like that time when i have to hear it frm another person's mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wouldn't be looking forward to your msges anymore,&lt;br /&gt;nor am i going to look forward to the times that i might see you again.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i guess i shouldn't be looking forward to &lt;b&gt;that day&lt;/b&gt; either. &lt;br /&gt;it might just really turn out to be a day of disappointment.&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/6617852-112797976676316215?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112797976676316215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112797976676316215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112797976676316215' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112781330117758917</id><published>2005-09-27T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:28:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a make-no-sense entry. so if you don't mind carrying on, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm lets have a topic for today's entry, and the topic shall be ehh.. trust? eh wrong. it's somehow about things that you have &lt;em&gt;shuo hao&lt;/em&gt; with another person. it's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; as serious as a promise though, but just plainly words that you tell to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i ask those who are reading this, how many times have you &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; fulfill what you said to another person? i guess most of us are just those &lt;em&gt;sui kou shuo shuo&lt;/em&gt; kind, and would not really be bothered to mean what you say. im not saying that all of us here are like that, neither am i saying that i &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; carry out everything that i've promised someone. people do make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, i &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; take people's words seriously, depending on who and when though. if it's the first time that you &lt;em&gt;pang seh&lt;/em&gt; me, i will let it pass. if it's the second time, i don't mind. &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; if it is time and time again, i really had had enough, and im talking about &lt;em&gt;you-know-who-you-are&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry if i sounded pissed with that "whatever" in the reply (but i doubt &lt;em&gt;you-know-who-you-are&lt;/em&gt; would ever chanced upon this). seriously, im not angry at &lt;em&gt;you-know-who-you-are&lt;/em&gt;. im just disappointed with myself. how come my words just can't seem to get into your head? how come you can't even pay a little bit more attention to what i have to say? how come the things i have said is like the CO2 you breathed out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. just imagine la. the hopes for &lt;b&gt;that day&lt;/b&gt;, a day that you have been anticipating for so long, are just dashed in a 5c msg (probably it's still within the free sms). you said that you have something on. &lt;b&gt;fine.&lt;/b&gt; if it's something really important that has cropped up last minute, i can't say anything about it, can i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not trying to imply that you &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to give in to me, or &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; carry out what you have said to me. i feel that the times you said "sorry" to me, is even more than the times you said, "okay! let's make it tomorrow! =)" or whatever things along this line. but sometimes, im not asking for all the time, but just &lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;, would you mean what you say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you brought me to heaven, and pushed me down. (direct translated frm a chinese song, can't remember the name). my &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; theory is almost alike la, here is how it goes.. &lt;em&gt;im like someone climbing up a 12-storey building (on the outside, that is) towards the roof, while you are someone already on the rooftop. i would rather want you to tell me that it's gonna rain when im at the 2nd storey, and let me fall. rather than you telling me that it's gonna rain when im almost reaching the roof, and let me fall to my death.&lt;/em&gt; ehh.. this theory is stupid enough. forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back. anyway i don't know what my whole entry is talking about anymore. all the points are jumping here and there. &lt;em&gt;i think im just gonna fail my english this thurs. haii...&lt;/em&gt; here's a quote to end off this silly entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Carl Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112781330117758917?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112781330117758917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112781330117758917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112781330117758917' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112772582365644264</id><published>2005-09-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:10:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEILO there my singapol friends!&lt;br /&gt;im from the indial hokkien province, &lt;br /&gt;and therefore i can only speak indial english &amp; hokkien,&lt;br /&gt;and probably a little bit of chinese, A LITTLE ONLY. &lt;br /&gt;im sol happy to be here in the multi-racial countrrrry,&lt;br /&gt;where i get to meet pepearl from all oval the world.&lt;br /&gt;eg, mahattanl, cheena, flance, lolombia (or whatever yol call it), &lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the one from UoK. &lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll encounlter mol things tmr.&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;that's allll follks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112772582365644264?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112772582365644264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112772582365644264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112772582365644264' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112754011350301795</id><published>2005-09-24T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:36:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring saturday. &lt;br /&gt;a guy was trying to catch a crocodile,&lt;br /&gt;so that they can slaughter it,&lt;br /&gt;and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagine eating a leather handbag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's interesting on the tv, &lt;br /&gt;except the &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; fei yu qing's voice. &lt;br /&gt;irritaing.&lt;br /&gt;dammit. &lt;br /&gt;im bored again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: December 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-disciplined?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. im actually a pain in the ass! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your World View&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be an unhappy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to feel guilty about your own emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And generally, you lack confidence in your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the so-called facts of life, but not to enjoy life itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a realist, and you are inclined to be stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hold a very high opinion of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a moment. i thought i was supposed to be realistic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im realistic again. &lt;em&gt;stupid..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chinese Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/chinese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic yet ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese?? im supposed tol be indial~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO about the eunuch part. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-c.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to notice the big things in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the details aren't exactly your forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to get specs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. this is how bored i can get.&lt;br /&gt;playing with the personality tests.&lt;br /&gt;but they seem to be contradicting with one another.&lt;br /&gt;oh man..&lt;br /&gt;this is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mustn't be so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;i know that this is something that can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;but since im always giving in,&lt;br /&gt;probably i should just continue with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i should look forward to that day,&lt;br /&gt;cause it may turn out to be another disappointment.&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/6617852-112754011350301795?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112754011350301795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112754011350301795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112754011350301795' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112745884811730863</id><published>2005-09-23T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:00:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;its friday again.&lt;br /&gt;preliems have ended. (:&lt;br /&gt;ours is starting next thurs. &lt;br /&gt;and i've not started any revision! &lt;br /&gt;*pulls hair &amp; runs around the house*&lt;br /&gt;but first, &lt;br /&gt;i think i should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;nights people. &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112745884811730863?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112745884811730863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112745884811730863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112745884811730863' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112720403393734351</id><published>2005-09-20T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:13:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired &lt;em&gt;of everything..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why of all subjects, is &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt; that truly disappoints me most. haii.. i thought my english is already a piece of shit. but now, my chinese too. people have tuition on maths and sciences, but me? im actually having tuition on languages. for the past 9 years, im having chinese tuition, and this is the result i get, even its nearing the major exams. no doubt i've high expectations for my results, but nothing can disappoint me the most, other than &lt;em&gt;failing my chinese&lt;/em&gt;. it just seems like the years of tuition are of no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partner didn't come today. jasmine came over to her seat during the last lesson. so nice of her today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even nothing was said, but &lt;b&gt;thanks for cheering me up.&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112720403393734351?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112720403393734351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112720403393734351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112720403393734351' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112692725428085173</id><published>2005-09-17T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T18:54:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is running&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are dropping&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;my back is aching &lt;em&gt;like hell&lt;/em&gt; (ann, i understand ur pain now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my sister has left for her xinjiang trip this morning&lt;/b&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bahhh. wasted training at clementi sports hall yesterday, cause it's soo &lt;em&gt;windy&lt;/em&gt; there. &lt;b&gt;even i can be blown away!&lt;/b&gt; yeah right, just kidding. overall, it was stupid. because for whatever shuttle you hit, be it a hard or soft one, it fleeeeeew all the way &lt;b&gt;out of the court.&lt;/b&gt; sickening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this group of st. margarets' &lt;b&gt;fencing team&lt;/b&gt;. COOL! it's the sport that uses the loooong and thin "sword", then the people have to wear the "wire mesh" over their face. hahahaha.. but it &lt;b&gt;seeeems fun&lt;/b&gt;! there was this machine that go "BEEEEEEEEEEEP" everytime the person's poke the other's costume, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so silly la. i was telling them &lt;b&gt;badminton&lt;/b&gt; should have all these too. everytime when the shuttle lands within the court, the machine will go "BEEEEEEEEEP!" for the scoring side. LOL. then we wear the mask too, to protect ourselves for hitiing by the shuttle. hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;zhong qiu jie&lt;/em&gt;, when was the last time you went to &lt;em&gt;ti deng long&lt;/em&gt; with your family or friends? well, it has been donkey years for me, but i went to &lt;em&gt;ti deng long&lt;/em&gt; on thurs night with my sis and her group of friends. (: one of her friends' &lt;b&gt;baby v cute&lt;/b&gt; la! 5-months-old only! still cant walk nor crawl. then when my sis was moving the power ranger lantern, he was moving side to side also la! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner first then we went back to her other friend's condo at bukit timah, to pick her nephew (4 years). &lt;em&gt;he's the owner of the power ranger lanterns.&lt;/em&gt; he brought down his battery-used lantern, while we used the candle-lit ones! don't it just bring back memories? xD OH BY THE WAY. the battery-used &lt;b&gt;power ranger&lt;/b&gt; lantern's song is &lt;em&gt;lao shu ai da mi&lt;/em&gt;, remix one somemore. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lit up our lanterns then we started walking to bukit timah hill, didn't climb up though. DUH. though some might think carrying lanterns are too &lt;em&gt;childish&lt;/em&gt; for us now, but even my sis and friends in their mid-twenties are carrying them! i would say, the fun of all these is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; only carrying and lighting up the lanterns, but the time you spent with the people. =) &lt;em&gt;shit. i sound like laohuang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we took photos but im too lazy to upload it now, some other days perhaps. to end off, shall share with everyone my favourite hamster! &lt;em&gt;though it has passed away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/P6190167e.jpg" height=250;width=250;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kopi! ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112692725428085173?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112692725428085173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112692725428085173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112692725428085173' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112661154607195599</id><published>2005-09-13T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:41:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found all these personality quizes on the net. though i don't really believe in all these kind of stuff, but &lt;b&gt;just the fun of it&lt;/b&gt; la. since i can't be bothered to start on ss sbq. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=320 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while this may not seem big, it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="320" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;Schizotypal Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;Narcissistic Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;Avoidant Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;Dependent Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Take the Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;Personality Disorder Info&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* im such a paranoid. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more to come! on days without blogging. xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112661154607195599?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112661154607195599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112661154607195599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112661154607195599' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112633621638134168</id><published>2005-09-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:10:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 rum! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112633621638134168?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112633621638134168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112633621638134168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112633621638134168' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112624664276162223</id><published>2005-09-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T15:55:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bee bee ba bee boo!&lt;br /&gt;bee bee ba bee boo!&lt;br /&gt;bee bee ba bee boo!&lt;br /&gt;bee bee ba bee boo!&lt;br /&gt;bee bee ba bee boo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don ask me what it means. i just feel like saying it out. prob &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; shall replace the bad words &lt;em&gt;for the time being&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; day that i can spend the whole day rotting at home. so being a &lt;em&gt;guai hai zi&lt;/em&gt;, i did amaths hmk! xD BBBBB la! i feel so &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; after doing it. i cant even prove a simple identity! &gt;.&lt; i thought it was only one proving question, &lt;em&gt;na li xiang dao&lt;/em&gt; the next few questions are also the same! in the end, i can't even do a &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt; question. BBBBB.. it was the same for the chem worksheets la! damn the &lt;em&gt;as-big-as-elephant&lt;/em&gt; periodic table. bahhhhh.. and so im here to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;OH. i just saw a new phone model on the news. can't remember what exactly it is, therefore no pictures of it. but nevertheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is made in korea. it's as &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; as a namecard, &lt;b&gt;no thicker&lt;/b&gt; than a cigarette. has the basic functions, can save up to 5000(?) contacts and 500 sms &lt;b&gt;plus&lt;/b&gt; gprs, mp3, camera, recorder! but then its coming out in china soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadded. the functions of the new phone looks so &lt;b&gt;tempting&lt;/b&gt; la, but then the appearance looks v usual. &lt;em&gt;even if&lt;/em&gt; i don't bother how it looks like, my stupid bro sure won't get it for me. ARH. and most importantly, it &lt;b&gt;isn't&lt;/b&gt; a flip phone! T.T&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point. there was training the past two days, and the intervals nearly &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt; my legs. trainings in a more spacious area are of course better, cause you won't have to squeeze like sardines in the can. &lt;em&gt;however, the morning trainings sure bring back lots of memories.. haii..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finish watching the full metal alchemist anime le. the ending was stupid. the younger brother saved the elder brother's life, just to let him lose his life again. -.- nvm. and i just realised the &lt;b&gt;harvest moon&lt;/b&gt; game, that pt sent me ages ago, is still woking!! haha.. ya la ya la. for those who knows what the game is about, might think it's boring and stupid and lame, and whatsoever term you can think of. but thats the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; thing i can do to pass time, &lt;em&gt;at least for now&lt;/em&gt;. besides, the other online games are as boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the next few paragraphs wont make any sense to most, so if you don't mind getting yourself into the muddy waters, just go ahead and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been pondering if i want to change my racket grip not. it's something that went through alot with me, through the tough and sweaty trainings, the winning and losing of the games. and now, it has turned from &lt;font color=yellow&gt;yellow&lt;/font&gt; to &lt;font color=black&gt;black&lt;/font&gt;. it surely did put in lots of perseverance to hang in there, absorbing the smelly sweat of mine and despite the times that i dropped it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having going through so much, just as i start to feel comfortable gripping it. it has now starting to &lt;em&gt;peel off.&lt;/em&gt; it was already a v thin grip right from the start, plus now it's starting to peel. the feel of holding the racket is not good anymore, because it is getting rough, and causes blisters to the user. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why do we have so many contradicting chinese sayings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is, "&lt;em&gt;jiu de bu qu, xing de bu lai&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;another says, "&lt;em&gt;ri jiu sheng qing&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my POV, the first one is telling us to let the old ones go, so that the new ones will come. however, the second one tells us that feelings for the old one will grow and grow as time passes. how can i let the old one, that is filled with feelings, go and allow a brand new one take over its place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. some might think &lt;em&gt;why kick the big fuss over a racket grip? the new one will eventually turn black and dirty, and it will be time to change a new one again. it's just a racket grip anyway.&lt;/em&gt; come to think of it, it is &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; a plain old grip anyway, like they say, &lt;b&gt;nothing is forver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, the feeling will be &lt;em&gt;totally different&lt;/em&gt; from the present one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112624664276162223?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112624664276162223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112624664276162223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112624664276162223' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112599866848005230</id><published>2005-09-06T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:24:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buahaha. hols remedials are &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;! xD but will be going back to school on wed and thurs for training. so great. &lt;b&gt;i &lt;3 commonwealth so much. =D&lt;/b&gt; bahhhh.. tzer was &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; late ytd that she had to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, she was &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; early today that she had alight a few stops before and start to walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;walk&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and WALK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ironic, isn't it. xD &lt;b&gt;stupid JONO.&lt;/b&gt; she woke me up so early today to go and accompany her at the shops opposite. &gt;.&lt; and so it was &lt;b&gt;chem lessons&lt;/b&gt; for the past two days. =( i didn't realise nor was wearing elephant tshirt ytd la, and today she was still saying that the periodic table is &lt;em&gt;as big as an elephant&lt;/em&gt;! xD so silly.. spent my whole day watching &lt;b&gt;full metal alchemist&lt;/b&gt; on the comp ytd. im so into the show now la. anyways ytd wasn't a fruitful day afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after chem, went to imm for breakfast with tzer brenda li jasmine wj. afterwhich, went to chervons to &lt;b&gt;pool&lt;/b&gt;! played 3 rounds i guess. was okay la. but it seemed to be a &lt;em&gt;disater&lt;/em&gt; for tzer and brenda. xD we went to arcade after that. &lt;em&gt;it has been so long...&lt;/em&gt; i played mostly on shooting and racing. tzer and i were cheated of our feelings by the &lt;em&gt;silly, bulky machine&lt;/em&gt;. :( it was stated on the machine &lt;font color=red&gt;CAUTION: MOVING CABINET. STAY CLEAR.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happily, we changed our tokens and tried on it! damn the freaking machine.. &lt;b&gt;it did not even move a budge!&lt;/b&gt; bahhhhhhh.. forget about it. we played the sweets machine too! that is to scoop the sweets up and throw it to the opening. jasmine tried to lift the machine from the oppostite side, so that the sweets will drop into the opening &lt;b&gt;due to gravity&lt;/b&gt;. xD but surprisingly, the opening there actually &lt;b&gt;closed up!&lt;/b&gt; wabiang.. didn't know that the machine was &lt;em&gt;so clever..&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played at the playground beside it, but was chased away by the chervons ppl. fuck. just as when we were about to have that &lt;b&gt;childhood feeling&lt;/b&gt; again. xD nevertheless, to satisfy our needs. we, as in tzer li brenda and i, went to the playground at the school's mac there. wahaha.. the place had just been renovated then there were new "equipment" there. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/knees.jpg" width=250; height=300; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking machine 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/updown.jpg" width=300;height=250; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking machine 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/twist.jpg" width=250;height=300;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twister! shakabonbon! shakabonbon! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/swing.jpg" width=250;height=300;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we move to the left! as we move to the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/walking.jpg" width=250;height=300; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't move away fron my original postition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. thats abt it. &lt;b&gt;pardon my &lt;s&gt;frawing&lt;/s&gt; drawing, would you? (:&lt;/b&gt; i would appreciate that. haha. then we continue playing the swing and slides there, &lt;em&gt;yeah. im too pang da for the slides. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt; so we spent less than an hour there and we went home! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so much for our second childhood! xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112599866848005230?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112599866848005230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112599866848005230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112599866848005230' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112567239026445618</id><published>2005-09-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:46:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but to laugh my head out, &lt;b&gt;especially&lt;/b&gt; when i flipped through my photo album and see my kindergarten and prisch photos. hahahaha.. xD and one of it was taken in 2oo1 when i was &lt;b&gt;really damn freakingly &lt;em&gt;fluffy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; la! &gt;.&lt; i was laughing &lt;em&gt;like shit&lt;/em&gt; when i saw that lor. plus the class photos then. it was hilarious okay! anyways we got back our class photos and badminton photos today!! ((((: will upload it here one day when my stupid scanner starts working again. &lt;em&gt;mooooooo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't talk about the report slip. was just kinda disappointed that my phy was better than chem. &lt;em&gt;sighh..&lt;/em&gt; its hols next week! thank god that we only have lessons on monday and tues. but 4h of chem on monday, plus another 2h on tuesday?!?! &lt;b&gt;just stab a knife into my heart, anyone.&lt;/b&gt; *dies.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! i don't know for whatever apparent reason, joycelyn and i were like unusually &lt;em&gt;highhhh&lt;/em&gt; today, when everyone else in the class were dying of boredem. probably it's because TGIF! haha. &lt;em&gt;irrelavant..&lt;/em&gt; brenda said that she could even hear us talking so loud, across the classroom. opps.. i didn't know that we were &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; loud la. xD but who cares! we are seldom so &lt;em&gt;highhhh~~~&lt;/em&gt;! xD oh by the way, joycelyn shall be known as &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;JONO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, from now onwards. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, bad news is that daiyu and baochai are &lt;b&gt;attacked&lt;/b&gt; the evil virus! &lt;em&gt;saddded..&lt;/em&gt; baochai was feeling better during chinese, however daiyu doesn't seem to be feeling any better as the day passes. sighh.. takecare sia. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112567239026445618?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112567239026445618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112567239026445618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112567239026445618' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112554624159101295</id><published>2005-09-01T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:44:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;happy belated birdday to yingzi lao nu ren!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh.. its september! &lt;em&gt;sighh..&lt;/em&gt; time really flies and we only have less than 2 months before... HAII~ &lt;em&gt;i dowan i dowan i dowan!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went back to prisch with xiner wj sm, didn't know yeeting and gang were waiting outside my school. haha! saw jingxiu b2 sharon.t and 6j peeps in the canteen. apparently most of the 6i peeps didn't go back la. &lt;em&gt;dots...&lt;/em&gt; stupid daryl and jinliang also didn't go back! &gt;.&lt; JI DAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the staffroom to see &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; there's any teachers walking around. walao.. the science garden changed so much la, renovate until so nice. to think during my schooldays there, there was once a turtle walking around the garden after a heavy rain. haha! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end saw &lt;em&gt;lin lao shi&lt;/em&gt;, who taught my sis before. saw mdm nina too, surprisingly she &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; recognizes me, but i doubt she would remember my name! haha. we &lt;em&gt;baked&lt;/em&gt; in the canteen for don't know how long before we decided to leave the school and go for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, yeeting huili&amp;sis, karen, adeline, sijin, pueyyee and i went to westmall foodcourt, given the big group we have, the other places have no seats for us! &gt;.&lt; shan't go any further with what we did, since everywhere we go, we will stop and talk about irrelavant stuff infront of the shops. not forgetting that we were blocking the passageway too. haha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya.. of course, it wasn't as fun in prisch (since we didn't do anything there), than it was with them. a bunch of jokers la. &gt;.&lt; besides, it had been a long time since i last saw huili&amp;sis and pueyyee. but they are as silly as ever! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. overall it was an enjoyable day ytd. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112554624159101295?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112554624159101295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112554624159101295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112554624159101295' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112541057033541602</id><published>2005-08-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:05:12.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moooo.. it seems like the week passing rather quickly. we had chinese mock paper 1 yesterday. tzer was struggling with her compo. haha.. so sian. just ended my call with brenda. she was going crazy on the other side and we were talking about tzer's big eyes, &lt;em&gt;just like rafeee&lt;/em&gt;. xD haiya i don't know what to blog la. hopefully there's more things to blog about tomorrow ba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;time will move on; &lt;br /&gt;so will we; &lt;br /&gt;but the sweetest and precious times &lt;br /&gt;will always stay.&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/6617852-112541057033541602?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112541057033541602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112541057033541602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112541057033541602' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112506436535676155</id><published>2005-08-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:04:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was my &lt;b&gt;fatty sister's&lt;/b&gt; birthday yesterday!! ((: but i have not been seeing her for the past few days. &lt;em&gt;sigh..&lt;/em&gt; did not get anything for her, but the least I could do for her, was to wait for her to be home from work, and sing her the birthday song. but I didn't even do that! I went off to bed at like.. freaking 10+pm ?! oh wells.. but anyways, a big &lt;font size=3&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FATTY SISTER!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;3 ya lots! since im going to live off you! xD wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it again, even she came back early yesterday. she &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; even eat the cake! cause she's like going through some slimming stuff (because she's plump), introduced by my aunty, who is always selling all kinds of rubbish (never fancy her anyway). I don't understand why must she go through those "pain" la. is like drinking this milk powder for breakfast, and &lt;b&gt;that's it&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? just a packet of milk powder and that's gonna last you for the next few hours?! and whats worse, you are having it for lunch too! the whole procedure is so troublesome, and I don't see the point of it. you are giving up your feast of food, for the pathetic milk. &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; in the long term, you will see the results of the slimming thing, which is to be able to slim down. but who knows there are side effects to all these kind of products! like those fats that used to &lt;em&gt;flabber&lt;/em&gt; under your arms start to &lt;b&gt;sag&lt;/b&gt;, after you have successfully slimmed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't trust all these kind of slimming products la. you can always exercise regularly, and watch your diet, but need you torture your poor stomach by only feeding it milk every 4-6h? I would definitely say &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; lor. yeah.. I know im saying all these abit &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt;, and this is up to individual. but I won't trust all these slimming stuff, well.. &lt;b&gt;at least for now&lt;/b&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.. can't believe I actually wrote on those stuff. but at least im feeling much better after vomiting it out here, since my sister wont listen to me. bahhh.. afterall, i prefer her being plumpy-looking. oh wells.. forget about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we got back the &lt;em&gt;once-go-and-never-come-back&lt;/em&gt; tests of ours. be it combined humans, e/a maths or chinese. you name it, we�ve got it! OH. not forgetting the freaking chem commontest, which I had failed by &lt;b&gt;half mark&lt;/b&gt;, and landed me into the 2h chem. remedial on the 2nd day of hols. gosh.. im still not convinced that I have to go back for the extra lessons, apart the ones on the 1st day la! ARH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today during hmt, as we waited for laohuang to come to 3/3, we started to recite lun yu! haha.. and we read until so loud, until those who walked past the class, turned in and gave the O.O look. LOL. in the end, we had to make our way to 3/1, so not to disrupt the atmosphere we had built up, we actually read lun yu as a class, as we walked towards 3/1! laohuan was so impressed with us lor.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the &lt;em&gt;whose house's hen don't lay eggs&lt;/em&gt;, direct translation of &lt;em&gt;shui jia mu ji bu sheng dan&lt;/em&gt;, now. thought it would be a nice channel 8 drama, but I decided to turn off the tv after watching 15 mins of it. it was so boring la! chen li ping acted as those &lt;b&gt;toot-toot&lt;/b&gt; woman and have listen to her mother-in-law (zhu mimi), who is like bossing her everywhere. and the mother of chen's is always fighting with the mother-in-law. imagine two old women fighting in a wet market. walao.. what a stupid show la! mooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeesh.. one boring entry indeed. teachers' day next wed, might be going back to yuhua to find old friends. =) but &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; css is only releasing us after 12pm. wtf.. by the time we are released, everyone who went back to primary school would be &lt;b&gt;gone&lt;/b&gt; la. ahhhh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4s preliems are approaching soon, which means our chinese O levels are coming soon too. haiiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;jiayou for those who are sitting for the exams!&lt;/font&gt; esp the sec 4s.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%"&gt;im happy with the times we are having now.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that it will always remain like this,&lt;br /&gt;or even better..&lt;br /&gt;for me, for you, for them, for us..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;remember at the end of this race, &lt;br /&gt;be it win or lose,&lt;br /&gt;there's always a me who will cheer you on. &lt;br /&gt;always...&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/6617852-112506436535676155?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112506436535676155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112506436535676155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112506436535676155' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112479904816419628</id><published>2005-08-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:10:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had a hair cut. now i look like a &lt;em&gt;round-headed&lt;/em&gt; freak. mooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;joycelyn promised me a badminton racket for my birthday present! (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. that's what she said to me today! thankew so much! &lt;3 ya! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112479904816419628?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112479904816419628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112479904816419628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112479904816419628' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112445115395527206</id><published>2005-08-19T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:37:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. im &lt;b&gt;back&lt;/b&gt; from level camp. &lt;em&gt;"the camp is a total piece of crap."&lt;/em&gt;, quoted from our group's pretty woman! (aka joel xD) haha. it was not the activities, not the group mates, not the living conditions, not the sleepless nights, not you. it's just &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; that i find the whole camp crappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we get to try on new things that we hardly do. yes, we get to know more new faces. yes, we learn to endure the hot sun. yes, we learn to work together. but the camp was just.. ... not what i expected it to be. maybe because there wasn't any camp fire. LOL. &lt;em&gt;or probably i just miss my p6 camp..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, the only activity that i had enjoyed throughout the camp was &lt;b&gt;kayaking&lt;/b&gt;! ((: get to tann! haha. thank god it was on the first day, and we were the only batch for this camp, which got to capsize! anyways, given my &lt;em&gt;pang da de shen qu&lt;/em&gt;, i couldn't get back on the kayak. thus, i &lt;b&gt;swam&lt;/b&gt; back. LOL. lets not talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first night, there was this girl who was said to be possessed by a pontianak(?). but i heard so many different versions of the story, so i shall not talk about it too. whether to believe it or not, it's up to individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day. had the general stations, where group work is needed. &lt;em&gt;boring..&lt;/em&gt; then it was abseiling. didn't try on it, cause i was chit-chatting with tzer, lauhing at june and brenda. LOL. after which, it was rock-climbing. put on the harness le, but in the end took it out. went over to the other side with xiner to see tzer climb! wahahaha.. some &lt;em&gt;silly&lt;/em&gt; things happened to her. it was &lt;b&gt;damn&lt;/b&gt; funny can! xD i was laughing my ass out lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second night, couldn't sleep due to some reasons. haha. jessica biyun should know. xP it was actually the third day that i participated in the activities. first was the &lt;b&gt;challenge pole&lt;/b&gt; where we were supposed to climb the wooden pole and jump off it and grab on a dangling pole. it was only the part where you were &lt;b&gt;about&lt;/b&gt; to jump that was exciting.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried that! it was a LOL experience for me la. the whole pole was &lt;b&gt;shaking&lt;/b&gt; like nobody's business, and i was &lt;b&gt;struggling&lt;/b&gt; to tighten my helmet. i couldn't even differentiate my left and right! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/pole.jpg" width=200; height=350;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole pole and my legs were shaking like jelly la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we had the vitro crossing or whatever de. is like balancing on a thin rope, and on a log. it was actually quite alright &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; you don't look down.. quite an experience for me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/rope.jpg" width=300; height=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on the rope, and holding on to the vertical ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/log.jpg" width=300; height=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was slightly more difficult, as there was nothing for us to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was our last station, then we did area cleaning. stooooopid. we waited for don't know how many &lt;em&gt;donkey&lt;/em&gt; hours, which seemed like years, under the hot noon sun for the damn buses! that sit added on to my tann, and dehydration. idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, got home and slept the whole day. home bed is still the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd 11 people pon school. my mother didn't allow me. HAII.. sadded. my kuku partner was absent too because she was sick! boohoos.. i miss you so much! but thankfully got brend&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt; to accompany me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's morning assembly had the stupid prize ceremony for the stamp thing. damn cheryl who went through the whole trouble and read and emphasized the whole &lt;b&gt;CERTIFICATE OF PARTICIPATION&lt;/b&gt;. can't she just say COP? she read tzer's a few times before getting it right. but mine was a total &lt;b&gt;big mistake&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like as if anyone would chance upon this entry. but whatever. don't bother continue reading what i have to say next. i just need to vent my anger. idiot.. im damn pissed today. so let me make this clear once and for all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't those idiotic people see the similarity between &lt;b&gt;cheng&lt;/b&gt;siang (sorry cs) and wan&lt;b&gt;cheng&lt;/b&gt; (i know u know that i hated this name of mine. but this is not the poing now)? they are of the &lt;b&gt;same&lt;/b&gt; spelling and of course, the &lt;b&gt;same&lt;/b&gt; pronounciation. they can pronounce the 'cheng' properly when calling out chengsiang, but why can't those damn idiotic people pronounce the &lt;b&gt;same&lt;/b&gt; way when they call my name? i thank those who can pronounce the &lt;b&gt;correct&lt;/b&gt; way when they FISRT see my name. THANK YOU SO V MUCH! but MAY HELL go with those who &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; pronounce my name properly, when they &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; call out cs's name the correct way! are you all blind or what? your eyes pa stamp ar? need to soak in water to remove the stamp not? i can provide you with the water with my saliva. *spits* or is it just that your brain can't differentiate the sound? i can always help you by banging your head against the wall. or strangle you until you can choke the correct pronounciation out of your stinky mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me petty or whatsoever. *holds my palm infront of ur face* &lt;b&gt;i don't care.&lt;/b&gt; i don't like that name and that's it, thats why i don't use my &lt;em&gt;angmoh name&lt;/em&gt;, except for official reasons. and i don't introduce myself to others with &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; name. and even if there's no choice but to use &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; name, i don't mind. because it's &lt;b&gt;no choice&lt;/b&gt;. but can you/those people FOR GOD DAMN HEAVEN SAKE, pronounce the &lt;b&gt;correct&lt;/b&gt; way! if, by any chance, you don't know how to pronounce, please &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; even try to do that. i would rather you call me 'hey' or nicknames, instead of &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; name of the wrong pronounciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would not entertain those who call me by the wrong pronounciation of &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; name. occasionally when im in a good mood, i would still play around with you (that is if you are also joking too) if not, i would just simply give you &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; eye. and im sure you would not like it when i do that. i &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; mean what i say, so don't push your luck too far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really vv sorry to those (if you're still reading until here) that i gave &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; eye today, but when i said i don't like to be called by &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; wrong name means i don't like. so don't try it again. i can be bullied/teased/disturbed in any way you all like, i don't mind. but please, &lt;b&gt;not with that name&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew~ felt so much better after vomitting out all my frustrations. i was bottling everything up today la! i hope i have made myself clear enough, even those blind people would understand. i can be nice to you. but you wouldn't like me when im angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways geog ppt was today. joycelyn presented with her &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;manly&lt;/em&gt; voice. xD and according to tzer &amp; li, i kept switching and moving my hands. i thought i only kept moving my hands. little did i know, i switched too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back our formal and informal class photo. somehow it looked kinda weird leh. even everyone says so. it's not our facial expressions, it's the quality i guess. i hope it will not turn out like that if im going to buy both of the photos. OH. badminton photos by the same photographer are also out. im getting both of them! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off.. shall upload the badminton photos we took by ourselves! &lt;3 them lots! xD&lt;br /&gt;for those who wants the original ones, come take it from me online! tata!! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/baDmIntOn006e.jpg" width=300; height=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/baDmIntOn005e.jpg" width=200; height=350; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4s + huixian! the pyramid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/baDmIntOn003e.jpg" width=300; height=200; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b girls 2005! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112445115395527206?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112445115395527206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112445115395527206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112445115395527206' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112394645592055023</id><published>2005-08-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:28:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. level camp is 2 days away. but i can't feel the excitment &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. just hope that i wont tio the &lt;em&gt;summon&lt;/em&gt;, or else this camp is going to be worse than it seems. probably it's just the &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt; grouping that i dread. at least let me meet someone that i can get along with in that group, or i can just drown myself during canoeing. nah. just kidding. i'll just miss my friends even more! *grins* sheesh.. im lying through my teeth. =P anyways, i had changed the blog skin slightly. still kinda &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt;, but not done with it yet. but i can't take it anymore. too tired to carry on. nights ppl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112394645592055023?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112394645592055023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112394645592055023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394645592055023' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112350221467170977</id><published>2005-08-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:56:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! we had awards day &lt;em&gt;cum&lt;/em&gt; national day celebrations at &lt;b&gt;je cultural centre!&lt;/b&gt; (aka je sports complex) don't understand why must they give it such a nice name. blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was so troublesome to wake up so early in the morning to go &lt;em&gt;alll&lt;/em&gt; the way to je complex. so ma fan la. met up with jas at her bus stop, before meeting tzer june at chinese gardens. thought we were late la, who knows others were much later. boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zhong er yan zhi&lt;/em&gt;, the celebrations were boring! OH YAR. we were so honoured to have &lt;b&gt;taufik&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;rui en&lt;/b&gt; coming to join in our celebrations! even though we were seated so far from the stage, but we still managed to catch a &lt;b&gt;glimpse&lt;/b&gt; of them! &lt;em&gt;on the screen!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not funny at all la. &lt;em&gt;stooopid Has-therine duo.&lt;/em&gt; that was the spoiler of the day, as it was so anti-climax?! &lt;em&gt;freako..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, tzer bren li and i went to cine to catch &lt;b&gt;charlie &amp; chocolate factory&lt;/b&gt;! but... it was full house la! nevertheless, we tried our luck at lido, which conditions were worse than cine. =( in the end we didn't catch it, but instead we went walking around. OH. i saw zeng jiemin there, and that stupid woman messed up my hair. xD jiamin &amp; cindy were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after orchard, went to bugis for &lt;em&gt;coffee bean&lt;/em&gt;! saw ally, pueyyee and sohhoon there. LOL. so many ppl whom i saw today. xD anyways, the most important thing was that... we bought Timokey, the monkey!! click the url for the picture! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.actioncity.com.sg/main.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting to you.. *drums rolling* Timokey, the monkey!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought the brown one, for &lt;em&gt;you-know-who!&lt;/em&gt; xD oh man. look at the eyes! look at the mouth! look at the hair! look at the &lt;b&gt;ears&lt;/b&gt;! doesn't it resemble someone? xD hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summarizing today's event: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna go long john, must go to cine's. because their food is the &lt;b&gt;crispy-est&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna go coffee bean, must go to bugis's. because the coffee beans they used are the best! &lt;em&gt;and because it's tzer's main shop. xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna talk to your school mates, must go cine because you won't get to talk to them in school. &lt;em&gt;sad, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why we had travelled such a long way there? because of all these reasons la! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112350221467170977?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112350221467170977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112350221467170977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112350221467170977' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112337875549915605</id><published>2005-08-07T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:42:35.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;haddy dirtday du doo!&lt;br /&gt;haddy dirtday du doo!&lt;br /&gt;haddy dirtday du de ding!&lt;br /&gt;haddy dirtday du doo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng di duai de!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD tzer's bdae ytd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the stamp ceromony thingy at town ytd. how cool! i mean china&lt;b&gt;town&lt;/b&gt; point. &lt;em&gt;okay, isn't funny..&lt;/em&gt; met tzer lx brenda at je platform first. as usual, i was &lt;s&gt;late&lt;/s&gt;. opps.. went chinatown to meet kokila! and we were guessing what she will be wearing. lx and i were right! purplish-pink cum jeans. blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to the point for the stamp exhibition. many primary schools there. but we went mac for breakfast! xD &lt;b&gt;hotcakes hotcakes hotcakes!&lt;/b&gt; kokila's treat! nah.. too paiseh to ask her treat la. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around the place, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; looking at the exhibits though. instead, we were playing with the &lt;em&gt;Fortune Of Mouth&lt;/em&gt; de. LOL. four of us played with it. but shan't comment on the fortune, or else tzer will be &lt;b&gt;depressed&lt;/b&gt; again. LOL. kokila caught us &lt;font color=red&gt;red-handed&lt;/font&gt;! then we ran in scattered directions, and she chased! *ARHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. we didn't do that. she just said we were wasting our fortune there. LOL. anyways, she also played with it before. boo~ chased us back to the exhibits. we looked at the old currency of different countries. 50c/coin! lx bought france's, tzer bought germany's, i bought italty's, brenda said her hse have lots. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we &lt;em&gt;scrammbled&lt;/em&gt; to sportslink, w/o kokila noticing. LOL. SUCCESS! xD but she called brenda and lx anyway. got our &lt;em&gt;goodie bag&lt;/em&gt; : kids company magazine, family magazine, 3-in-1 coffee mix, neWater, broches? -.- how wonderful. OH! not forgetting our &lt;em&gt;lunch box&lt;/em&gt; : 1 maki, small portion of choc cake (mMMmM~), some weird stuff that none of us ate, 1 chicken wing, half a tuna sandwich, and a small supposedly-to-be-pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mooo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard jalan jalan after that. actually we only walked around heerens, cause we were &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; too tired. oh yar, and we saw the Newton (some ghost police or whatever), from 9pm ch 8 drama serial, &lt;em&gt;yin cha yang cuo&lt;/em&gt;. he was helping to promote some watch brand, i guess. brenda lx spinned the &lt;em&gt;Wheel of fortune!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it was free, and it wasn't giving any watch. just a portable 3 legged chair/stool. LOL. lx didn't get it la, brenda got it. and so they.... gave it to tzer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HADDY DIRTDAY!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112337875549915605?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112337875549915605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112337875549915605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112337875549915605' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112307416869498986</id><published>2005-08-03T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:03:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's assembly was &lt;b&gt;dumb&lt;/b&gt;! instead of the reading session, it was changed to some debrief session on the awards day next week. gosh, was it boring! in the end, the Has-therine (haslida? + catherine yeo) duo went on stage to &lt;em&gt;recite&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;emotional&lt;/em&gt; Recollections, and sang the &lt;em&gt;saddening&lt;/em&gt; My People, My Home. *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the song that we sang how many &lt;em&gt;donkey&lt;/em&gt; years back. &lt;em&gt;who are you my country~~ more than celebrations and tears~&lt;/em&gt; what a dumb song. *rolls eyes* i was telling tzer that probably change the lyrics to chinese or hokkien might sound even better! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the duo sang until so &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; la, like as if it was their concert! then the Recollections, say until so agitated, so emotional. got those classical music as bg music somemore. zzz...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm had geog class test today which was a &lt;em&gt;goner&lt;/em&gt;.. then rafee was being stupid again. chem lab was okay, cause it wasn't that &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt; during chem prac. after which, jessica and i &lt;em&gt;studied&lt;/em&gt; in the canteen, while waiting for jasmine to finish her physics remedial. then we went chervons for bowling and pool. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao! both of them so &lt;b&gt;pro&lt;/b&gt; la!! &gt;.&lt; in the begining still say what they don't know how to play, don't know how to play. &lt;em&gt;pi hua!&lt;/em&gt; they all got so high marks la! *zi bei-ing* tooopid double Jazz! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112307416869498986?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112307416869498986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112307416869498986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112307416869498986' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112290262465923530</id><published>2005-08-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:23:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. today is a &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; week. &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; month. &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt; start for everything&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;gosh..&lt;/em&gt; i say until it's the start of a new year like that. it's only 1st AUGUST 2005! oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b girls had photo taking in school hall during recess today. this time is just casual la. =) hehe. &lt;b&gt;YAY!&lt;/b&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn rafeeee faked us. say today will give us spot check. make us &lt;em&gt;ti xin t/diao dan&lt;/em&gt; for nth. &lt;b&gt;bullshit. &lt;/b&gt; speaking of which, rafee had another stupid movement today, which &lt;b&gt;tickled&lt;/b&gt; me and joycelyn. of course, not literally tickled. haha. shan't comment on it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school assembly was on some global learning journey to &lt;b&gt;japan&lt;/b&gt;! &gt;.&lt; &lt;em&gt;i want to go japan to eat!&lt;/em&gt; nonono.. must go hongkong with wanqi first. &lt;em&gt;mai dong xi chi dong xi..&lt;/em&gt; then we go japan and EAT again! wahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, was maths rememdial which really got on my nerves! ARGH! &lt;em&gt;hate the damn hot humid weather today. it makes me grouchy..&lt;/em&gt; got chinese rememdial after that la. wth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall make this a short one. haven't study for chem common test tmr. jiayou everyone. &lt;em&gt;wish me luck. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112290262465923530?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112290262465923530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112290262465923530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112290262465923530' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112263833085367126</id><published>2005-07-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:22:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. today had physical training after school. but before that we had badminton photo taking &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, with the sec 4s this time. xD hope it turns out well. nonono.. it &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; turn out well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is difficult&lt;br /&gt;but please...&lt;br /&gt;don't run away when you see me,&lt;br /&gt;would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause my heart runs away when you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112263833085367126?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112263833085367126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112263833085367126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112263833085367126' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112245676950849860</id><published>2005-07-27T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:32:49.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*pulls my hair*&lt;br /&gt;physics commontest is over! and i scored 16/25 for section A, which is considered vv good for a &lt;em&gt;physics-idiot&lt;/em&gt; like me. (aka no common sense, because jasmine say physics uses common sense de.) hopefully section B will be returned to us tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday had maths rememdial, then went opposite to grab a bite. who knows it started raining cats and dogs!! wth.. anyways, took &lt;em&gt;bus 11&lt;/em&gt; back with jasmine under the rain. xD guess its because of the damn rain that made me nauseous later in the night. and so everything went up my gullet and out frm my mouth. so er xin la! &lt;em&gt;im a weak person, you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went to westmall with biyun jessica for lunch. after which, we walked around there, like as if there's anything much la. -.- biyun left first, and i walked back to school with jessica. &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;and i did the most stupidest thing i ever did in my life!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &gt;.&lt; haha. &lt;b&gt;CHEER UP YAR JESSICA!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, cant remember what actually happened. but during maths, the P and mr leong came to our class. rafeeee was being funny, and asked us to do some exercise. so stupid la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/one.bmp" width=250; height=300;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/two.bmp" width=250; height=300;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/three.bmp" width=250; height=300;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, this reminded me of a stupid drawing i drew on the hard cover on my foolscape during chem lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/sheep.jpg" width=250;height=300; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot if there's anything wrong with this drawing, other than it being &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeps should be &lt;em&gt;mehh-ing&lt;/em&gt; frm the mouth right? i don't know for whatever stupid damn reason, i drew the &lt;em&gt;mehh&lt;/em&gt; coming from the butt. this looks like its farting than &lt;em&gt;mehh-ing&lt;/em&gt; la. don't believe, i show you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/sheep.jpg" width=250;height=300; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 japanese words &lt;em&gt;ba ka&lt;/em&gt; were written by joycelyn, meaning idiot/stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only realised the stupid mistake i did after i drew finish la. and i told joycelyn, she was laughing away. &lt;b&gt;EVIL DING!&lt;/b&gt; &gt;.&lt; but anyways, i attempted the &lt;b&gt;second&lt;/b&gt; time! it's in the correct position now! but it looks even worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/sheep2.jpg" width=300;height=250;alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. that's not the &lt;em&gt;goaty&lt;/em&gt; under the sheep. it's a flower, surrounded with grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a piece of shit la. the sheep's neck looks distorted, and the body looks like a cloud with legs. -.- and this 2 pieces of drawings is gonna stuck on my foolscapes until they are used finish la! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason why i did not take art elective....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&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;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112245676950849860?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112245676950849860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112245676950849860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112245676950849860' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112195315317179437</id><published>2005-07-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:39:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves!&lt;br /&gt;haven't been online for some time. kinda busy la, &lt;em&gt;with sleeping&lt;/em&gt;. xD hmm today had photo taking. this is the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; time when you can find all the threefour girls squeezed into the girls toilet la. LOL. and in order to skip rafeee's lesson, we were taking our own sweet time. hehe. &lt;em&gt;managed to drag for a period though..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. we are stuck at &lt;em&gt;trigo&lt;/em&gt; for emaths, and just completed &lt;em&gt;functions&lt;/em&gt; for amaths. and i still don't understand absolute functions! what must have 2 conditions, blah and blah.. probably we should see rafee as 2 conditions too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/dying.bmp" width=150; height=150; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment like want to die, want to die like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/angry.bmp" width=150; height=150; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next moment like &lt;em&gt;siao kia&lt;/em&gt;, waving his knife and start &lt;s&gt;poking&lt;/s&gt;, slashing ppl. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. nvm. just being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can't even cope with physics la! the slacker sim is being slacky again. throwing his job back to the &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; william chong. pressure pressure &lt;b&gt;pressure&lt;/b&gt;. i can't process anything into my &lt;em&gt;dense&lt;/em&gt; brain. shit. and it's phy common test next week!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/siao.bmp" width=150; height=150; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112195315317179437?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112195315317179437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112195315317179437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112195315317179437' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112153067805718176</id><published>2005-07-17T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:40:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to &lt;b&gt;jasmine&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhu ni sheng ri kuai le!&lt;br /&gt;zhu ni sheng ri kuai le!&lt;br /&gt;zhu ni sheng ri kuai le~~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;zhu ni sheng ri kuai le!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess you might &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; get to see this, because you're &lt;em&gt;seldom&lt;/em&gt; online. but just wanna say thanks for everything. the fun trainings you and the others had created for the &lt;em&gt;past&lt;/em&gt; year; the lame jokes you had said to cheer me up; the dumb things we did when we went out; and the treat of the &lt;em&gt;expensive&lt;/em&gt; one-scoop italian ice cream. i'll never forget how &lt;em&gt;shuang kuai&lt;/em&gt; you said the "&lt;em&gt;okay lor..&lt;/em&gt;". haha. &lt;3 ya always! but thanks for &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; everything la. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;happy 16th birthday! &lt;/font&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/6617852-112153067805718176?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112153067805718176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112153067805718176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112153067805718176' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112142388133099446</id><published>2005-07-15T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:38:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so &lt;b&gt;deprived&lt;/b&gt; of my sleep these two days, had been sleeping after midnight. which is considered v late for an early sleeper like &lt;b&gt;yours truly&lt;/b&gt;. xD stayed up ytd night to attempt my &lt;em&gt;4th time &lt;/em&gt; cookie making. but this time was a different kind of cookie la, so can be considered as the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; one instead? but it turned out &lt;em&gt;sofffffft&lt;/em&gt;. haii.. so much for the first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had chinese O levels listening comprehension after school. we had to stay in the classroom for almost an hour before it officially start la! &gt;.&lt; then we took turns to feel deoressed. LOL. anyway, it was broadcasted on 92.4 FM. i &lt;em&gt;suay suay&lt;/em&gt; sat right infront of the damn blasting radio. idiot. but overall LC was okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess laohuang was right, afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; makes one reflect on oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from westmall, and i wa;ked back in the &lt;em&gt;drizzling&lt;/em&gt; rain. and i started reflecting on myself. guess i had been emphasizing on one &lt;b&gt;thing&lt;/b&gt; these days, thus neglecting &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; other things. &lt;em&gt;sighh..&lt;/em&gt; read this chinese book by &lt;em&gt;ji mi&lt;/em&gt; in the library today. it was a book on "Whys?", as in why like this, why like that. then there were these few quotes that i noticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why are we envying what others have, but not cherishing what we have?"&lt;br /&gt;"why can't even the brightest light, brighten up the black hole in my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, these were written in chinese. so by translating it into english, might have spoiled the initial feeling. yeah. &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's there to say. today will be a rather &lt;em&gt;fateful&lt;/em&gt; day for me. what will happen in the future is going to depend on the next few days, or probably tonight. haha. im somehow feeling &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; about the outcome! but as what &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; had told me, &lt;em&gt;the higher your expectations, the greater your disappointment.&lt;/em&gt; not that &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; want to be wet blankets, but &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; were just preparing me for the worst. LOL. but thanks for all these time &lt;b&gt;you all&lt;/b&gt; had spared for me to ramble on and on. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112142388133099446?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112142388133099446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112142388133099446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112142388133099446' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112108450875618431</id><published>2005-07-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:50:40.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sm! i shall &lt;b&gt;bombard&lt;/b&gt; you with a long entry then! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooookay. i reached home after 7pm almost everyday for last week. was a busy busy week! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed - went to westmall with biyun and joycelyn, cause needa to get something.&lt;br /&gt;thurs - went to joycelyn's house for geog project &lt;em&gt;(that was due the next day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri - had physical training and went off early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was sat. &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; to stay at home la! &gt;.&lt; so boring. then sunday, had 3h of tuition! zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! it's monday ytd, and i had my usual morning run, we did fark legs(?). oh whatever. we did sprinting. wah biang! now thigh muscles are aching like siao la!! rubbbbbbbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!! it's the &lt;b&gt;day&lt;/b&gt;! chinese O levels oral for us today! &gt;.&lt; okay. as i walked up the stairs to the hall, my steps were draggy and heavy; and the staircase seems to be &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; ending.. i opened the door of the examination hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fooooooooooooooo~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a light and cold breeze &lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt; my face. the air of the hall was exceptionally wet today. (probably of the rainy weather. xD) i &lt;em&gt;carried&lt;/em&gt; my heavy legs into the hall (no. i didn't roll.) and ARH! almost &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;b&gt;cat walking&lt;/b&gt; towards the other side of the hall! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about our &lt;em&gt;xin qing&lt;/em&gt; when we are walking towards the table. and how to secure our oral marks later. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt;, we must greet the A1 teachers with our A1 attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; we start reading the A1 passage with our A1 voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;after which&lt;/b&gt; we use our A1 eye contact with the A1 teachers during conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; we thank the A1 teachers with our A1 smiles, and yeah! &lt;br /&gt;we got our A1 marks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. being vv &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; now! must be too much of laohuang's lectures. xD anyways, &lt;b&gt;passage&lt;/b&gt; was about this rose garden thingy, linking it to our lives. &lt;b&gt;newspaper&lt;/b&gt; was about this father whose son was bullied by another student, then the father of the beaten son went to beat the another student up. &lt;em&gt;geddit?&lt;/em&gt; nah. i don't think i get it myself. then &lt;b&gt;daily lives&lt;/b&gt; was about the importance of conserving the traditional festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was actually okay. not as scary as we had assumed. xD when we were waiting for our turn at the &lt;em&gt;waiting stand&lt;/em&gt;, wanqi tzer lixuan and i were guessing all kinds of topics, and making a fool out of ourselves there. but in the end, none of the guessed topics came out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. at least it's over now. just have to concentrate for the upcoming listening compre this friday! it's an impt &lt;b&gt;impt&lt;/b&gt; day!!! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112108450875618431?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112108450875618431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112108450875618431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112108450875618431' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112040280378532743</id><published>2005-07-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:29:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY PPL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just reached home frm causeway. went to catch a jap movie with my sister. GOSH! that was one nice, touching, sweet, cute, worth watching movie! it's so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet la! &gt;.&lt; that wasn't any typical romance story, where one of the leads is seriously ill and then die. (yea i admit that i &lt;b&gt;initially&lt;/b&gt; thought it was.) but then it was really sweet la. &lt;b&gt;must watch it!!!&lt;/b&gt; only showing at cathay cinemas though. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can someone just slap me to my senses? i don't want to be such a cream puff anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;update:&lt;/b&gt; i just realised that i didn't mention the name of the movie. hehe. paiseh. the movie is &lt;b&gt;be with you&lt;/b&gt; (: watch it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112040280378532743?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112040280378532743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112040280378532743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040280378532743' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112031326660925536</id><published>2005-07-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:11:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a &lt;b&gt;hilarious&lt;/b&gt; day. i practically laugh my way through la, when most of the time i dunno what im laughing abt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went to &lt;em&gt;jia zheng's*&lt;/em&gt; hse to do the stamp project with &lt;em&gt;jia mu*&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dai yu*&lt;/em&gt;. haha. our theme was on nature. so we found materials on them and put it in word. in the meantime was laughing and laughing over &lt;em&gt;silly&lt;/em&gt; stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed for a few hours before leaving with &lt;em&gt;jia mu&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt;. then we went to jp to eat. was so hungry! &gt;.&lt; we stood &lt;b&gt;outside&lt;/b&gt; longjohn and pondered whether to eat mac or longjohn. in the end, we went to the other side and ate &lt;b&gt;mac&lt;/b&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently mac is promoting this &lt;b&gt;$2 BIG DEAL&lt;/b&gt; thing, this week's special is chicken mcnuggets! xD not important. the thing is, &lt;b&gt;$2 BIG DEAL&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;em&gt;big deal ar?&lt;/em&gt; okay nvm. i dunno how to express it. &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;jia mu&lt;/em&gt; should get it, i hope. anyways, silly things happened at mac. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we went to &lt;b&gt;toys-R-us&lt;/b&gt; (break it up and read, don read it as toyserus.) haha. &lt;em&gt;our second childhood!&lt;/em&gt; xD started off with this hammer thingy, nth much. then it was the stuff toy section. there was this hairband with bunny ears on it. damn funny la. asked &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt; to wear it, then she put it on the dog. then we faster scramble off. hehe. must wear to school and show santhi that we &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; wearing hair band ma. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/band.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/band.bmp" width=180; height=180; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are proudly to present you.. &lt;b&gt;The CSS Hairband&lt;/b&gt;! you can get them at Jurong Point's toys'R'us, while stocks last! so what are you waitng for? GRAB it quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa. so we came to the barbie section, never liked those things before. eeeeeeeeeeek! came across this baby doll, those that can "drink", "cry", "dance" kind. &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt; pressed under its arms, then it started dancing! &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt; was scared until she broke down again! &lt;em&gt;pooor thing...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jia mu&lt;/em&gt; was so angry with them and she pulled their caps down! and made them sit on the sides. awwww. a price to pay when they make &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt; cry! you wont like &lt;em&gt;jia mu&lt;/em&gt; when she's angry. *ROAR!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this BAG ATTACK thingy. it's some key chain with rubber, stretchable insects. got spiders, crocodiles, rats, houseflies, and not forgetting the &lt;b&gt;skinned chickens&lt;/b&gt;! they come in white and beigh colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you waiting for? make your choice quick! each sold seperately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;em&gt;jia zheng, jia mu, dai yu&lt;/em&gt; are characters from the &lt;em&gt;Red Chamber Dream&lt;/em&gt;, and it's starring..&lt;br /&gt;lixuan as &lt;em&gt;jia zheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzerjing as &lt;em&gt;dai yu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the &lt;em&gt;jia you yi lao, ru you yi bao&lt;/em&gt; de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jia mu&lt;/em&gt; by brenda!&lt;br /&gt;more will come into the picture soon! stay tuned~~ xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112031326660925536?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112031326660925536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112031326660925536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112031326660925536' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112027241250659101</id><published>2005-07-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T10:46:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;b&gt;july&lt;/b&gt; already!! (((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog about something but apparently i had forgot all abt the thing. so here's another boring post! sorry ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the busy week has ended!! all the filing and everything!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had physical training ytd. freak! we had to run under the 2pm &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;hot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sun for like 25 minutes with &lt;em&gt;drills&lt;/em&gt;!!! it was so exhausting la. &lt;em&gt;(not like as if i ran like siao. xD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to do the staircase, as in the &lt;em&gt;looooooooooong&lt;/em&gt; staircase at our sch's bball court. glad that it was only &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; set! after which, went to the gym. everything seems so heavy again. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my arms are like aching lor. &lt;em&gt;freak..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112027241250659101?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112027241250659101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112027241250659101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112027241250659101' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-112004550043307946</id><published>2005-06-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:45:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the &lt;b&gt;start&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;em&gt;chinese O levels oral examination&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;ours is on the 12th july. &lt;br /&gt;bless us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the best to you! jiayou wor. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-112004550043307946?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112004550043307946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/112004550043307946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112004550043307946' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-111987018955693313</id><published>2005-06-27T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:04:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. i've changed my tagboard, cause it was unable to tag, &lt;em&gt;according&lt;/em&gt; to tzer. :'( so PPL! go and take a look yar? and TAG too!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, school &lt;b&gt;reopened&lt;/b&gt; today. and it was &lt;em&gt;be yourself day&lt;/em&gt;. had morning run, so you can't expect happy things for the rest of the day. we changed our time table and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined humans - esther leng [i want kokila :'(] &lt;br /&gt;e/a maths - rafeeeeeeeee [what was written on the time table, lao fong one.]&lt;br /&gt;cme - chooo [not important]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had be yourself celebration during assembly. it was boring as usual. the MCs for the day were like.... dots. i dunnno what to say. the guy was speaking like a &lt;b&gt;machine gun&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/gun.bmp" width=180; height=180; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*boobooboobooboobooo!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the girl was like &lt;s&gt;speaking&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;b&gt;squealing&lt;/b&gt; like teletubies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/lala.bmp" width=180; height=180; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. im &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; a fan of lala. just that the &lt;em&gt;lala ball&lt;/em&gt; reminded me of the &lt;font color=red&gt;red&lt;/font&gt; and bouncy one. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i was saying. everytime they start talking, the hall will go deadly &lt;b&gt;silence&lt;/b&gt;. but we still can't make out a word from them!! and they &lt;b&gt;tried&lt;/b&gt; to be funny, which i believed they did, they were unsuccessful la! i mean like DUH?! when no one understands your joke, how to laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the MCs, this year &lt;em&gt;the most creative dressing&lt;/em&gt; wasn't &lt;b&gt;as&lt;/b&gt; creative &lt;b&gt;as&lt;/b&gt; the previous years. it was just some street wear, as joycelyn would say, except for nicole (from 4/3) with her samurai outfit. it was &lt;b&gt;COOL&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;em&gt;totally~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/-wanqing-/nemo.bmp" width=180; height=180; alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY the "sticks" on the hair! should have &lt;b&gt;POKE&lt;/b&gt; the teo when she received her prize. xD anyways, she got the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; prize! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths remedial after that. sorry joycelyn for the sudden change of attitude. was &lt;em&gt;dampened&lt;/em&gt; by some stuff. yeah. probably because of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;monday blues&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. speaking of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;CHEEEEER UP ANN!! xD&lt;/font&gt; (you had your chocolates, remember! xP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-111987018955693313?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111987018955693313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111987018955693313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111987018955693313' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-111960801657584785</id><published>2005-06-24T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:13:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deeeeep breath*&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooookay. need to destress you know, but it isn't of much help anyway. lala. im &lt;b&gt;done&lt;/b&gt; with the &lt;em&gt;kuku&lt;/em&gt; hongloumeng!! *cheeeeeeeers* xD but i need more sources to put in it. dammit! \(&gt;.&lt;)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone gimme any useful urls? &lt;br /&gt;your help would be much appreciated. thanks. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-111960801657584785?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111960801657584785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111960801657584785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111960801657584785' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-111915352646340091</id><published>2005-06-19T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:04:27.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeeeel &lt;b&gt;fat&lt;/b&gt;! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i had tuition in the &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt; today. haii. so 2h just went by..... before i left, my teacher asked me to eat their &lt;b&gt;home-made shui jiaos&lt;/b&gt;!!! ((((: yeah! mmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmm~ just love it! xP &lt;em&gt;maybe they will be making again next week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister came to fetch me frm tuition, then we headed to east coast! been a long time since i went there. time to &lt;em&gt;shed&lt;/em&gt; some &lt;em&gt;fats&lt;/em&gt;! xD might be taking up &lt;em&gt;blading&lt;/em&gt; again? not sure, still considering. &lt;em&gt;blading has bad memories for me.. boohoos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was &lt;b&gt;strong&lt;/b&gt; today! &lt;em&gt;but i didn't got tanned though. =(&lt;/em&gt; east coast was having some &lt;em&gt;family day&lt;/em&gt; so it was rather bombarded with ppl today. &lt;em&gt;yawns..&lt;/em&gt; anyway, cycled until 6++pm. &lt;em&gt;zuo dao pi gu tong!&lt;/em&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaa. had &lt;b&gt;mushroom pot&lt;/b&gt; for dinner!! with my sister and group of frens. &lt;em&gt;gosh...&lt;/em&gt; was it expensive. 10 ppl can spend until &lt;em&gt;three hundred plus&lt;/em&gt; lor. my god.. after which, we went to paragon for mudpies!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the coffee club&lt;/b&gt; sells yummy mudpies, Muddy Mudpies (if im not wrong.) oh wells.. it was &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt;! worth trying once! isn't that expensive ba, around $9+. like they say, good things no cheap, cheap things no good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-111915352646340091?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111915352646340091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111915352646340091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111915352646340091' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-111884005956871166</id><published>2005-06-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:54:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhh wells. trainings aren't as &lt;s&gt;fun&lt;/s&gt; as before &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;. being the most &lt;em&gt;senior&lt;/em&gt; batch (except for kuku yt coming back now &amp; then) is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; fun. no more &lt;em&gt;seniors&lt;/em&gt; to slack around with you, to breathe in the morning breeze outside the hall, to disturb you. no more. not anymore.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;haii... i miss them. =(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaay. shall not talk abt &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; things anymore. lets talk abt happy things! (: hmmm had training today, was alright ba. potato isn't doing &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; drills with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side hopping &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; the hall x1&lt;br /&gt;run + smash movement &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; the hall x1&lt;br /&gt;running up &amp; down the stage steps x6&lt;br /&gt;running 8 corners within &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; court x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it again. its actually quite &lt;b&gt;dumb&lt;/b&gt;. eeeeeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with bw by at westmall foodcourt, after sending ann off for her piano lessons. saw a piegon in the foodcourt. &lt;em&gt;goshhh..&lt;/em&gt; bw was so worried that it might &lt;em&gt;bang sai&lt;/em&gt; in our food. haaaa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received a call frm wl, saying that they left the shuttles in sch, which is supposed for this friday training. oh wells. went back with biyun to get it after lunch. if not, we can just hit &lt;em&gt;air ball&lt;/em&gt; on friday. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been some time since i had a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; talk with biyun. awwwwwwww. realised alot of things that we &lt;b&gt;didn't know&lt;/b&gt; before. awwww. she make me so happy suddenly. xD and i helped her to &lt;em&gt;fang xia xin zhong de da shi tou&lt;/em&gt;. xD but this talk made me realised something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't keep things to yourself, for you never know that the person might be thinking the same as you. if you don't say anything, you will never know anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-111884005956871166?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111884005956871166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111884005956871166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111884005956871166' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-111858489023294851</id><published>2005-06-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:01:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEA YOU'RE BACK! (((((: NI HUI LAI LE!!!!! (((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i just vv tired today. went to lot 1 in the morning to see ENERGY! of course to accompany sl la. waited for hours lor. at least they weren't late for an hour, like the other time at imm. &lt;em&gt;yawnss..&lt;/em&gt; saw yz there too. she was quite at the front, guess she went there vv early. after she got their signatures, she went to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was v high. screaming and screaming. some even sang into the mike, not knowing that they were &lt;em&gt;totally out of tune&lt;/em&gt; -.- one told a cold joke, and i mean reaaaaaaal &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;. -.- cannot make it. finally everything ended at abt 2pm++. had mac then i came home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too tired to be blogging today. and there's morning run &lt;em&gt;cum&lt;/em&gt; training tmr. wanna cry man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-111858489023294851?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111858489023294851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111858489023294851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111858489023294851' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617852.post-111824153146227677</id><published>2005-06-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:51:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUPID PIG!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALMOST 4 DAYS ALREADY!! &lt;br /&gt;WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK?!?! &lt;br /&gt;IM MISSING YOU SO MUCH!!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6617852-111824153146227677?l=pbear-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111824153146227677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6617852/posts/default/111824153146227677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbear-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824153146227677' title=''/><author><name>wanqing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
