<?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-24596688</id><updated>2011-10-23T21:21:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+++ramblings from raffles**++###</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-59993546091508191</id><published>2009-07-24T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:19:28.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; Hello blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time! well many many things happened, but i'm not gonna post them here, because friend, i'm unofficially abandoning you. hahaha. well that basically means that i won't be posting here anymore, at least not as often. maybe once in a real&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;lyyy long time. but it doesn't mean that i'll just leave you out here to get devoured and torn apart by the vultures of the internet. i'm not THAT heartless. afterall, you've kept a super long archive of all my posts in the past, all the way back to sec 2. i treasure that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main reason for this, however, is largely because i've decided to k&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;eep a journal instead. and i guess there are many reasons why a journal triumphs a blog. firstly, i get to express myself freely. i don't have to censor myself for fear of offending anyone who's reading this. like you know sometimes when i typed posts here i felt really constipated? i just couldn't type. with a journal, i can write all the crap i want in it, and i can be who i feel i really am, without the fear of anyone commenting on that. and i don't think there's anything wrong with that, because i can safely say, not everyone is who they seem. it's just &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;a matter of how similar that mask you hold is to the true character in you. and here, i have to be politically correct and all. sucks.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i think i spent most of the past few years of my life dwelling here as a committed net-izen. i've made friends, lost friends, got to know a lot more about friends over blogs and everything. but i realised something important - that true friends don't need to depend on reading each others' blogs, or talking over msn frequently, or tagging on one anothers' tagboards all the time. real friends are people. they are people who.. may not talk to you every single day of your life, but when they really do go out to have a meal with you every once in a while, or maybe just when you happen to sit down with them for a little while, they are peo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;ple who actually talk to you, and just go on and on and on about everything that happened in the past few days when you guys weren't talking. and one person who made me realise this is my buddy. i mean, she really doesn't use her phone (hahahahah XD) cos it keeps getting stolen by ppl who wanna play on it. and she doesn't come on msn too cos she's usually doing some other stuff. but she still has a wonderful life out there, and when we do talk, after not talking for like a few weeks, we talk A LOT.  call me a hypocrite, call me a liar. anything you want. because i think i made a mistake, and it's time i realised it, and made a move. and anyway, i won't lose anything just by abandoning this blog, i can still read everyone else's once in a while when i'm bored, and i can still catch up on people like bumping into them in the train (right monkey :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i think i'm addicted not just to games. i'm addicted to the computer. and i think one of the first steps to solving that is to do this, so that i have one less reason to use the c&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;omputer. i'm too busy to blog at a healthy rate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, i want to kinda start on a newer, and fresher page. this blog stores many emo posts, and unhappy memories. and over the past few months, i've slowly met and g&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;ot to know people who showed me that life is more to than just moaning and complaining about how much you are suffering. they showed me that living a life is making the best of what you have, and being happy while you can, because really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life's too short to be anything but happy&lt;/span&gt;. i got that from biquan by the way. and even at the times when you have to part with friends, or even your loved ones, you've got to realise that this is cyclical. people come and go; what doesn't change is change itself. and what you can do after that, is to get on with life, and live the rest of your life happily, as long as it lasts. i want to stand up again, and remember who i was before, before all that mess. everything that i planned for and the things i wanted to achiev&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;e. and that can only come if i throw out all the self-pity and stupid cooked up cases of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fifth, i guess a journal is a convenient place to store all the random notes you get, like cos sometimes they are so flimsy they look like they can tear anytime, but you don't want them to tear, and you have no place to store. haha. the journal's a nice place to store them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... farewell, my dark, emo friend. i leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SmnQsnE5iOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1sqj_tYuahM/s1600-h/wallpaper_yuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SmnQsnE5iOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1sqj_tYuahM/s320/wallpaper_yuda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362046296183638242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;till the next time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-59993546091508191?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/59993546091508191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=59993546091508191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/59993546091508191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/59993546091508191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-blogg.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SmnQsnE5iOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1sqj_tYuahM/s72-c/wallpaper_yuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-21551014543743623</id><published>2009-06-04T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:14:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; hello my long lost friend. it's been a while since i've updated you. if blogs were material things, then you will be covered in layers and layers of dust by now haha. i guess for now it's just you and me, since i doubt anyone actually reads you anymore. i don't even do that, for one. it's half-time, and during half-time, you sit down, take a good look at the things around you and catch your breath. and i think you are my only teammate for now haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told, quite some time ago, that people change when JC comes. i didn't believe it at first, but now i do. many of my friends have changed. i think i have changed. i've lost my humour, maybe drive, amongst other things. and sometimes i just wonder if it's even change at all. maybe we just revealed who we are, underneath. but i think i've gained more things - foresight, focus, and some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown numb to this environment. first it was sadness, then horror, then disappointment, and i guess now it's numbness, and next... i think it's just a matter of being happy and facing it. life, to me, seems like a continuous cycle of forging and breaking friendships. well, the social aspect, of course. and like what my parents once told me, the only people who will actually stick to you all your life includes your family, and those few crazy people who you know really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad thing at first thought. your classmates, your friends. look at them, and then you ask yourself, will i still be talking to them another 4 or 5 years down the road? you never know. then it's not too bad after all. it's tiring maintaining friendships; only those that are really true manage to stay intact through time. and these are the ones which you should treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so i guess i'm back to square one again. i think we all have been. we are all alone, sailing through this life. like what a special friend once told me, solitude's not THAT bad a thing. it's quite fun actually. i won't have to worry about much, except for the those few people, and i can trot around the globe and go wherever i want. this place is huge; why confine yourself? that's my dream - to explore the world and see everything that i can. maybe things will change when i grow older and i might not be able to do this. oh well, but that comes later. for now i think i'll have to appreciate my busy life, because i don't want to be looking back at my JC life and remembering days spent mugging books in a library or in my small room. 2 years only; a quarter has just flown past. another 3/4 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. but don't worry friend, i THINK i might still come back and update you even when i'm 30 or 40 years old. that is if the Internet still exists at that time haha :P right then. back to work. see ya ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-21551014543743623?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/21551014543743623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=21551014543743623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/21551014543743623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/21551014543743623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-my-long-lost-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-351476941367174041</id><published>2009-05-18T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:56:18.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; 18th May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's pretty late already, and it's a long day for me tomorrow. but i think i really have to say this to myself. today marks the start of a fresh chapter for me. i don't want to look back anymore. i really feel that, like what pek said, one sided things can only go that far. even friendships. so i'm not going to chase this anymore because it's draining me very badly. what's meant to be is meant to be hm? a new chapter's unfolding ahead and i'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is a personal pledge to myself - that no matter what department or function or work that i may end up with, i'll do it to the very best that i can, simply because i only have one single year and that means no regrets. to me, no regrets means a 100% and nothing less. no dream or task is ever too incredible or impossible. one point in the goh's speech which really struck me was that.. by the time most people say that they want to start pursuing their dreams, after they have had 2 kids, a stable career, a stable life; they start to realise, with much horror, that they can no longer do that because other things are in their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can keep up with myself for the time ahead, and try my best not to give anything less than a 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just really a pity though. a pity. i guess it was my fault, but there's nothing you and i can do anymore. i really tried, but that's all i can do. if you don't want it as much as i do, then fine, so be it. this is kinda like goodbye then, see ya. i'll not forget those times though, they are still precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go 29ths council ^^ i'm ready and all set to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-351476941367174041?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/351476941367174041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=351476941367174041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/351476941367174041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/351476941367174041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/05/18th-may-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8896846690639608564</id><published>2009-05-03T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:55:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jackie Chan recently made a comment about Singaporeans; that we have no sense of self-respect because chewing-gum is banned in Singapore due to our irresponsibility. While this comment is somewhat a stereotype, I believe there is a large extent of truth in it. The Straits Times featured another bunch of comments by some other well-known figures in the world just yesterday or today (can't rmb..), including harsh words like 'stupid', 'insignificant', 'hostile' etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, by the very fact that chewing gum is banned in Singapore, and for that matter, being one of the rare countries that actually have this law, it already says a lot about us as citizens. To me, one of the biggest problems we face as a nation is our lack of national pride and unity. To clarify, national pride can be seen in many aspects - through regional and international competitions, through national economic progress, NS and so on. We talk about big things like becoming a globalized city, bringing in the MNCs and welcoming foreigners. Yet, we have overseen the smallest of tasks in our giant to-do list - to become more civic-minded citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While one might argue that he is trying his best to be a responsible citizen, that is barely sufficient. Many Singaporeans fail to recognize that when foreigners craft their impressions of Singapore in their minds, it is a collective effort by all of us, as one nation, to make sure that the impression we leave behind is a positive one. Think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu-&lt;/span&gt;ism&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;How many of us can actually step out and say that we have not been selfish in our entire lives? No one in the world can. However, this trait is especially prominent in the average Singaporean relative to a person elsewhere in the world, simply because we are sucked way too deep into it. Our lives start to revolve around ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example. Check out the numbers which prank-called the emergency hotline for people who suspect they might be infected by the H1N1 virus - about 6 in 10 calls have been prank-calls. The virus that has the potential to be many times more deadly than SARS. While it is true that we cannot exactly draw a hypothesis that Singaporeans are totally immature simply from this statistical result because the prank-callers might have been kids or teenagers, it still utterly disappoints me as a Singaporean. If the above mentioned is the case, why do parents not teach their children properly then? Why do we even do this? It is disappointing because such people do not see the bigger picture. They do not see that for every prank call they make, they might delay an ambulance getting to another dying or suffering person out there. Again, why? Because it doesn't concern them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really shameful to be a Singaporean sometimes because of things like that. However, I still have faith in Singaporeans, in ourselves, because I feel that we just need time. It has only been less than 50 years, and we have already come a long way. If we can already fly and soar in the skies, why can't we relook at the way we walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay okay. back to econs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8896846690639608564?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8896846690639608564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8896846690639608564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8896846690639608564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8896846690639608564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/05/jackie-chan-recently-made-comment-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-9220070272793933244</id><published>2009-04-23T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:47:42.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; It's been just a few weeks, and I now find myself in a spot completely different from where I was before. It's scary how things change so quickly. I've found a new CCA, new friends, and a new beginning. When I manage to spend that few minutes with my old friends, I know how sad it is, because we both know deep down in our hearts that we have drifted. We do not talk like how we did anymore, but we cannot do anything about it. And so off we go, walking in different directions, towards the new chapter of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a plan in mind. The plan that will make sure that I will have no regrets, and to make sure that I will be happy. So far, I don't think I'm really happy. I have been asking myself why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think firstly, it's really because I haven't gone skating in so damn long. 6 weeks. That's living hell. I'm not kidding nor exaggerating when I say I feel super shitty cos of this. One of the things that have more or less stayed constant in my life since I was small is skating. Life has already taken so many things away from me. But just not this, please. I don't think I'm ready to give up skating. It's hard to describe; when I'm skating, I feel the life flowing into me, like I'm reborn all over again. It's almost like visiting an old friend. I get the exact same feeling as I did many years ago. It never changes. And that gives me a peace of mind, because I'd know that I'm still the same boy on the inside. Carefree. Without a worry. Haha. Well another morbid thought I had was - i used to think, if I were to crash and die while skating, and if there were such things as spirits, my spirit will forever be lingering around east coast, never to leave. I think, that hasn't changed at all. I'm gonna skate this weekend again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. Call me a skate-freak for all you want. I am one. Skating's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next is a scary thought. A few days ago, I have suddenly been wondering if I am truly a science student. Well for one, I know I really do love chemistry quite a lot. I enjoy my chemistry lessons, if not for the fatigue. But for bio... I don't know if I have been forcing myself to like biology all this while. I suddenly have doubts. Would I have been more happy if I took history? I'm not really sure anymore. But not like I can do anything about it. Thus it remains a thought. Hope it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third reason.. it's something I cannot write here, unfortunately. But it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, life has thrown back at me some other good things. Like my awesome buddy ^^ and classmates who are really cool! Oh well. I guess I'll just have to cherish every moment as it comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dude, I really miss you. Please come back into my life soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now I guess it's really just my skates, and myself. And my buddy too haha. So long, my blog ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the first day of the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-9220070272793933244?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/9220070272793933244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=9220070272793933244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/9220070272793933244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/9220070272793933244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-just-few-weeks-and-i-now-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5035991921499255189</id><published>2009-03-19T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:51:53.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt;It's been a long time since i've been here haha. Alright alright where should i start :D hmm. Well, the thing that I always say: time is flying by like crazy. It's already MARCH ZOMG. Crazy crazy! Just not too long ago i was still like wondering if I'd get into frisbee, or how my council interview will go? Yeah. Sigh. So fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life has been good so far. My class is really really awesome. Like, everythi&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;ng? I'm so glad my classmates are who they are, and I don't think there can ever be anything better. Well okay, maybe :P but yeah, i love my class. Before I sleep every night, I'd flip open my file to check the timetable for the next day. I will usually become really sian (unless it's a wed or fri :D), but the thought of all the silly funny things that my classmates and I do together really makes up for all of the hard work. And you know, not just my classmates rock? I think my tutors rock too! Chem tutor is like awesome la, totally XD Econs tutor, she's like quite angsty most of the time for no reason? But it's hilarious when she sneaks a smile now and then cos my class is just so damn funny. We're irresistable, y'know? Hahahaha. Bio tutor's got bac&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;kbone and is pretty motherly, like you know, strict when she needs to be, but she plays along when we joke around sometimes ^^ As for math she's quite auntie la, but at least she teaches well :D I think I enjoy chem tutorials the most though. You really learn a lot. A lot as in much much more than the students in other classes learn from the same topic. And at the same time, because it is so fun, 2 hours can fly by pretty easily. Cheers, 10SO3L :D love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/ScI9Alo61JI/AAAAAAAAApI/dPa8mV2vyHA/s1600-h/2625_59984801490_539451490_2022057_3091969_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/ScI9Alo61JI/AAAAAAAAApI/dPa8mV2vyHA/s320/2625_59984801490_539451490_2022057_3091969_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314877590563640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;As for frisbee, it's been really fun too! It's just that sometimes I find myself pretty detached from my CCA mates. I don't know whether i'm just doing it subconsciously or anything. Sorry if this sounds really ego, but I don't feel like I belong there. Yeah of course frisbee is really really fun! I go crazy over it sometimes. But it's just that... it doesn't seem to be my calling la. I'm just doing it because it's enjoyable. Still, my CCA mates rock :D It's quite different compared to polo, and it's quite slack, i mean, you actually get time to walk around instead of running. Burst sports are my cup of tea though ^^ Frisbee is a lot more skill and brain than polo though. Not saying that polo is not, but frisbee requires you to think more than you need to be fit. You don't exactly have to be damn fit, but you need to be able to think. And i'm still trying to master the thinking part hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council is going to be added to this list soon, and there is gonna be another whole big group of friends that I'll come to know. Pretty interesting haha. I'm a little worried though, that some councillors say that once you are in council, you won't have the words 'free' and 'time' in your dictionary anymore. I don't know. I want to be able to breathe a little still? Then i look at chenyang from frisbee, and he seems like he's still doing quite okay mah. So yeah, hopefully. And hopefully i'll have some spare time on my hands to spend... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Alright i guess i don't have much else to say. Here's the quote of the week, or month haha. From the Wizard of Oz, 'As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don't know how lucky you are not to have one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so emo la i know, but it's kinda true sometimes right? Okay, songs of the week:&lt;br /&gt;Pendulum - Propane Nightmares&lt;br /&gt;Shinedown - Second Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm kinda in a really good mood now, though i'm really tired. thanks ^^ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5035991921499255189?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5035991921499255189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5035991921499255189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5035991921499255189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5035991921499255189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-time-since-ive-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/ScI9Alo61JI/AAAAAAAAApI/dPa8mV2vyHA/s72-c/2625_59984801490_539451490_2022057_3091969_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-7232790966373845732</id><published>2009-03-08T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:38:26.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; It had been a crazy two days. Let's start from the start; friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday the A' Level results were released, and RJC did its best in 28 years. Well if you look closer, it has done its best since the birth of the student council hahaha :P well i'm pretty sure it's coincidental, but it's still quite funny thinking about it. One in two people got 3As, and I think that's a pretty good representation. There were J3s everywhere, gleeful faces, smiles, tears of joy and of course, tears of disappointment and regret as well. I didn't really feel anything until it dawned on me that I will be in their shoes in just 2 years. It was scary looking at the people who didn't get what they wanted. These people looked like their world just collapsed. Empty eyes staring into blank space, trembling hands clutching results slips; a sense of helplessness just surrounded them. When those eyes meet yours, they just pierce straight into your mind and your heart for a moment; that there is a possibility that you might become them in the future. I felt for them; I really wanted to help. In the canteen, J3s hugged each other, gave one another pats on the backs, and said their very last goodbyes, or at least the goodbyes they will ever say in a long time to come, as they prepared to part ways and get on with the next chapter of their lives. I still have slightly less than 2 years ahead of me. I'm really glad I stayed to watch the J3s on friday. Maybe it's time to wake up and start taking things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came frisbee camp. I wasn't expecting too much from this camp. I mean, after all it's just a recreational CCA right? If it's going to be physical, I am pretty sure I'm prepared after taking 4 years of physical training, pitched on a level way beyond what is to come. But really, I learnt many things. Well of course I improved my throws and game sense a lot more, but aside from that, I learnt things that changed the way I saw some things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always tell you, you don't have to be in a leadership position to be a leader. I always thought that was pretty bull, but someone proved that wrong to me, and I respect him for that. In the camp we were divided into different groups, with some J2s attached to us. Some of the groups were pretty imbalanced, with like half or 3/4 of the entire J2 first team. My group supposedly had some of the better J1s according to the seniors, and the J2s were pretty good too. I sprained my foot (yeah i know it sounds really weird, but i kinda twisted it a little) on the second day in the morning while doing a disc-reading drill. I was stupid enough to go do a sudden backpedal while I was sprinting like hell. So yeah my foot couldn't take the pressure and I sprained the muscle. I didn't know if it was a sprain for the rest of the day cos I don't know how you can actually sprain your FOOT. haha. But now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the camp was intra-CCA games, a mini competition among the different groups. My group did really badly for the first 2 games, losing 6-3, and 5-2 or something like that. After that all of us were pretty demoralised, and I was thinking to myself, 'yeah. we just lost cos we have zero J1 subs and linpin and I are both injured.' Maybe. I was expecting the J2s to be quite sian also. But no, they weren't. This guy, I shall call him G, he was still okay after those 2 matches. He didn't scold us or anything. G just told us very nicely to sit around in a circle, and went on to discuss our past 2 matches. He asked every single one of us for our opinions on why we lost, and how we might do better the next time round. He listened to us patiently, and no matter what we said, everything had a point. We corrected our mistakes, and we settled on doing a vertical stack the next match. And apparently, the vertical stack formation has never really been used in amphi-games before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we played, he told us, 'It doesn't matter if you lose or win. If you must lose, lose smart. If you win, win smart. Don't win just because you proved yourself to be faster or stronger. You can lose to all the good players in the world, but at the end of the day, remember, if you know why you lost, you are never really a loser.' Guess what. Next round, we played an all J2 team, with all first team players. And on our side, we were all J1s. So it was J1s vs J2s. We managed to end off with a 6-5. It was really impressive because we only lost by a single point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all glad to see that G was happy after that match. Somehow, he had become our leader, our source of motivation. Well we didn't manage to do that well in the semi finals though, because my foot was really starting to take a toll on me, and everyone on my team was super tired cos our team was so small. We lost to the same group again by 3-1. But I think the people in my group learnt the most that day. G taught me that leadership isn't just about doing this, motivating people just before a match or on the field. To be a leader, you must live it out. It must shine from every single part of your life, and most importantly, it must shine from the heart. He wasn't a prefect, or captain, or anyone big in the past, unlike the different posts I held. However, I felt small when I stood next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all I can post for now. My entire lower body's aching like hell, and the sprain on my foot has given me a swell. (wow it rhymes) But yeah I can't even walk comfortably now. That's how bad it is. I can't even raise my knee up to chest level without grimacing. Gah. Study time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-7232790966373845732?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/7232790966373845732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=7232790966373845732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7232790966373845732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7232790966373845732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-had-been-crazy-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2619235877755146105</id><published>2009-02-22T21:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:01:44.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went through the first real week of school, and I must say, JC school life really packs a punch. And I am beginning to understand why seniors always told me, that JC life is just different from secondary school life. You can't really explain it. It's just different. I guess one of the more obvious things is that you cannot do all the silly things you used to do anymore, cos you are supposed to be grown up and all now. Yeah, supposedly XD but you know the saying, boys always remain boys. We are all young at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And another thing about JC is that many people like to talk a lot about things not exactly related to them. I realise I do that sometimes too. But ahh, it's probably just a JC thing, like what someone told me. So I'll just bear with it for now.. not like i can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to keep up with the tutorials and work so far, but I can tell it's gonna be hell if I get into council. Have been having second thoughts about joining CCAD, because I just somehow feel that my calling is to be in Welfare. I'm not really the ra-ra type, but the type who likes to see people wearing and using the ra-ra stuff he created? Something like that i think. Oh well, but I'll see if i can get through first. It's still a long way ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's class camp at Ubin for two days and a single night! It's probably gonna be quite slack compared to the past camps i've had i guess. I'm really really looking forward to the kayaking part. Hehe. My previous experience in kayaking was awesome. Totally XD Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yay :D my first pair of cleats look awesome! Its name is Tiempo. Pretty lame, but aiyah who cares. It's one of my favourite colour combinations. Black, gold and white. Well for this pair it's not exactly pure white but a creamy kind of white, so it looks even more awesome! So yeah, a couple of pics before it gets all the dirt and mud. But Tiempo is still not gonna be able to take the place of bumblebee haha. After a few months, bumblebee still looks hot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SaFSlSFchwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eIhsrsVNvas/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SaFSlSFchwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eIhsrsVNvas/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305612636482471682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SaFSltbH3UI/AAAAAAAAApA/h-UNMSKrGA8/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SaFSltbH3UI/AAAAAAAAApA/h-UNMSKrGA8/s320/IMG_3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305612643821149506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you are wondering, yes that's Jack Jack in the background, with his pet kangaroo friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I might post photos of class camp when I'm back on wed or thurs. OH OH. Team fortress 2 Scout update will be released on TUESDAYYY!!! WAHAHAHA. the new weapons look really fun! :D www.teamfortress.com/scoutupdate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeee. Ah. But I play games nowadays only when I'm feeling blank and sian. And I've been feeling like that for the past few days. Don't know why, I just feel like that. argh. maybe it's just the weekends. I don't really like to sit around and do nothing. sigh. or maybe it's just that something else oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2619235877755146105?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2619235877755146105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2619235877755146105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2619235877755146105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2619235877755146105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-went-through-first-real-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SaFSlSFchwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eIhsrsVNvas/s72-c/IMG_3093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-508136065057373335</id><published>2009-02-16T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:10:12.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; About time i updated my blog! Well it has been a long time since orientation! Or at least it seems so. A lot of things happened since then; things like a new class, new CCA mates, new CCA seniors, new tutors, new friends, new people basically. And of course, the past all left behind. Okay partly. It's a fresh page altogether, and I think I like this new phase of my life, at least how it is going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really glad that I've been able to put a lot of negative things I had in the past down (with much ease, in fact), and get on with life. Frisbee's really fun, just that I have to sweat like mad, sth I didn't have to do in the water in the past. Gonna try for council soon, and that is gonna become another huge part of my life if I do get in. Vote for me okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tutors. The combination of my tutors is pretty interesting. For chem I've got this tutor who is super duper frickin lame, but supposedly damn good. And i'm not gonna blog his name here cos he says he googles his name sometimes. lol. for econs i've got a tutor who is damn strict and niao, but then i guess, she's just trying to set the tone for the class. hopefully she'll loosen up in subsequent tutorials ^^ biology tutor's okay.. she seems quite pro but i just don't like her efforts to pronounce her words TOO correctly because it makes her seem damn stuck up. oh well. for GP, we have this tutor who came from america! I think, he wouldn't mind his name appearing here: Mr Kurt Kuehne! Haha. Friendly person. GP will be pretty interesting with him as the tutor. And apparently some of the girls are going crazy over him already... hm. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frisbee has been really fun so far. just that some J2s are too pro to have a fun game sometimes. hope i can get my own frisbee soon! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. but it just really sucks to know that.. as fun as this new life can be, it's gonna be gone in a matter of 2 years. All of us will grow up and go our own ways. Sigh. Depressingg. Guess i'll have to grasp everything i can for now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-508136065057373335?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/508136065057373335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=508136065057373335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/508136065057373335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/508136065057373335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-time-i-updated-my-blog-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1266902963842308628</id><published>2009-02-05T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:21:49.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; the last two days have been really really really fun. and i don't think i'd want to describe the two days here haha. simply because it's quite impossible. so many things happened! if i ever describe this, i can only call it 'JC orientation' hahaha. it's the exact word for it, because no other thing on earth is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well one thing is that day 3 was very taxing for the guys, since we now became the prey instead of being the predators. getting raped by girls isn't a nice experience, i'm sure. and ma'am, you can cancel out the 'i think rg girls are sweet and gentle' from your getting ready for a co-ed environment list. like strike a BIG BIG cross there. alright, but yeah there are always exceptions la, just being fair haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh but it was damn fun la. it seems like a fact that anything that is fun in the world is super tiring also. woke up this morning with my body aching from waist down. there wasn't anything much today... but it was still quite fun ^^ cos the people in my og rock :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's take5, and i've got a feeling it will just be frisbee frisbee and more frisbee for me, at least. OH YAH. i got into frisbee!! 50% of plan completed. now i just need to get into council! i wonder how orientation night will be like! but sian i really don't want this to end. so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures on fb haha. post more SOME other day (yes shanzhi -.-) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1266902963842308628?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1266902963842308628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1266902963842308628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1266902963842308628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1266902963842308628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-two-days-have-been-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2589261065746629611</id><published>2009-02-02T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:32:11.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; turns out i was right! everything's better when school REALLY starts. finally, a happier post after the last few which were more sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 of orientation O'Tiero was pretty... okay. hahaha i would use the word 'okay' because it really feels like how it should be: a day ONE. it started off really well! everyone was participating, and i think that's what's really impt in an OG. even if you don't really like everything, it's good that you at least participate. and that's what everyone did! so yeah that's good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went well for the rest of the day, for the station games and all. i mean, we got FIFTH out of like SIXTY frickin orientation groups!!! how awesome is that!! smack that mannnn. oh man but everything just kinda died down towards the end of the day, cos i think everyone was really really tired and all? it's a monday afterall. boohoo monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the main programme ended everyone kinda just zao-ed. or at least, about half of everyone just went home or for trainings or sth. so we had about 10 people. went to the canteen and andrew was like, 'eh eh guys do you want to play captain's ball?? :D :D :D :D' but everyone, including myself, was like super sian already, really tired. but we didn't really say it, so in the end he still went to get his rugby ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, a few others left, so we were left with... about 8 people i think. while waiting for him we decided to play cards. so we played stuff like daidi for a while.. then daidi took longer... then we played qi1 dian3 zhu1, a modification of heartattack. oh darn i'm like some pig king la. i just look at my cards too much, cos everything else around is just super confusing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ram passes like 2 cards to me, and i'm like 'WHAT. you're only supposed to give me one!' in my head. processed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'okay okay nvm what to do now? hm. pick up one card and compare.' processed.&lt;br /&gt;'orh okay this card doesn't fit. pass.' processed.&lt;br /&gt;'EH how come there's one more card!!' processed.&lt;br /&gt;'OH CRAP i just passed away a card i needed!!' processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'umm. how come everyone so quiet one.' processed.&lt;br /&gt;looks up. OH SHIT. everyone has covered their mouths except me. -facepalm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i was the pig king all the way until andrew came along and decided, we shall not stop playing until he wins. hahahaha. and that took a really really long time. he refused to believe us that he had already won the game and everyone else was a pig alr except him. so yeah haha we played cards for like 2 hours, when we actually intended to play captain's ball. oh well, it was quite funny :P blonde jokes, bee jokes, goldfish jokes intended to distract other ppl got myself promoted to king pig instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah didn't the sex ed facil teach that guys think like waffles? one thing at a time? yeah. i think one thing at a time. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm for now i think my og, although it's really really fun most of the time, we are kinda... divided. a little. haha. but i guess, it's already much much better than most of the other ogs so i shan't complain :D everything will get better, i'm sure of that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's supposed to be a lot more fun! so yeahhhh. i guess i have to sleep soon. i'll post more tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2589261065746629611?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2589261065746629611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2589261065746629611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2589261065746629611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2589261065746629611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/02/turns-out-i-was-right-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2674780824291852343</id><published>2009-01-28T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:07:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; hm CNY's over! before you even know it. this year's CNY seems like the fastest i've ever had in my 16 years. previously it always felt like CNY is never gonna end. and now it's over in a flash. sheeshhhh. maybe it's because everyone's grown up now. okay nah that cannot be a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of what lies ahead actually. in just a few days, orientation will start, new friendships will be formed, old ones either stand strong or drift and crumble. i can already feel it. but i guess, i have to start learning how to let things go. afterall, this is how life is. nothing is constant but change. mrs maple once said (b.buttons! man i love that show), '&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;We're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?' sad, but true. &lt;font="calibri"&gt;haha. i'm not that afraid of schoolwork actually, because i know i'm gonna go all out for that, and from what i've seen so far, as long as you try hard enough and not deceive yourself, you WILL get results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been another thing on my mind. about how adults always tell you, 'oh well it's how the way things go in the grown-up world.' they tell you that when they think watching a movie is a waste of your time and money; when they think an ex-worker who came back to visit during a festive occasion is just looking for free money; when you spend too much time doing something you like to do but might not necessarily be fruitful etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is especially so for singaporeans. i may be incorrect, but won't it be so much better if we can all try to see a little goodness in everyone around us, even if it means we might be wrong at the end of the day? why must we portray everyone's true nature as selfish and greedy? even if that guy is a complete asshole, if you were to spend enough time to show him that there is still something termed 'kindness' and 'care' in the world, he will be touched. it might or might not change him, but at least, you have made an impact on him that will stay with him for the rest of his life, that there was someone before who was kind to him, and he'd pass it on. and even if you have to suffer to make him understand that, i think it would be worth it. because you will feel good, knowing that you have made that little change in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we have to be on the move all the time? stress from work, from financial matters, everything. would it hurt to slow down, and appreciate the little things in life? a middle-aged man might tell me in the face, 'look son, when you grow up and start working, you will understand what we mean.' i know, i might not be in the position to say much now. I do think that stress turns people into something they are not. Money, possessions, valuables; they all blind you. At the end of the day, the result does not matter because it was never about the result. It was about the friendships you forged while trying to reach for the result, about the love and care you showed for the people around you, the sacrifices you made, and finally, how the entire process has made you a better person, not a richer person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this sounds funny to some of you, but i really loved the video that someone showed us on the first day of school, as much as some portions were pretty ridiculous. stuff like, talking to a child at eye level, and allowing children to step over puddles, play in the rain etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's ahead, but i am going to try, as much as i can, to be a good adult when i grow up. and not just shoot down the dreams of the child like that. you see, children might not always be the ones who are silly, but the adults who think they have seen everything. haha. let me end with a quote from the curious case of benjamin buttons (film):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter from Benjamin Buttons to his daughter -&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proud of&lt;/span&gt;. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;awesome show.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/xmas_day_movies/benjamin_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 235px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/xmas_day_movies/benjamin_button.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH OH. edit: in case this post sounds too emo, i'm not! it's just a thought :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2674780824291852343?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2674780824291852343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2674780824291852343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2674780824291852343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2674780824291852343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hm-cnys-over-before-you-even-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2017078366686795282</id><published>2009-01-19T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:55:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; it's been a rocky few weeks, well, emotionally, at least. i don't know how to say it; everything just keeps coming at me wave after wave. i swallow it down, still, but I really don't want to come to a point where i can't take it anymore. when i say everything, i really mean every aspect of my life. sheesh. and the most damaging one... gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's why i like doing work, or playing, or skating. these things take such matters off my mind and make me feel better. that window of comfort these activities create for me feels great. rjc life has not been too cosy, but i guess it's because orientation's still not here yet. i decided to take a short walk in the secondary sch side today, and i felt like i was at home. the very spot beside the clock tower where i used to sit alone, listen to songs and stare into the morning sky. i felt peaceful when i was there last time. well, much better than going to the rjc canteen bleary-eyed to see the whole social scene there. people competing to see how many friends they have, shouting and stuff. maybe.. that was the very reason why my brother used to spend his time doing pull-ups in the morning instead of heading over to rjc immediately, when i was smaller. perhaps i'm just like him, someone who wants to be spared all the politics amongst friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a floater i think. i don't really have a particular clique of friends which i stick to; the closest one being my polo friends, but they come late all the time hahaha. and.. there are even smaller cliques within our team; and i used to be the person connecting them together. what does it mean to be a floater? i don't know. i think a lot more about things that cross my eyes i guess, since i don't really have anyone to talk to. and that can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the pri sch class gathering for my class yesterday and it was really funny seeing everyone again. we all looked different; our hair, our facial features, our height (darn.), our weight and all. but really, i don't think anyone's really changed on the inside. ryan is still the crazy perverted little boy like he was, daniel is still the boy who seems to be always super high, andrew is still the quiet person he was, and so on. it's shocking how years can fly by so quickly. well, the next 2 years will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the best cure for all of these headaches was, still and always will be: sleep. you simply forget everything and black out. but what if running away doesn't work anymore? frankly, i don't really know. so i'll just hope that work can start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2017078366686795282?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2017078366686795282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2017078366686795282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2017078366686795282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2017078366686795282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-rocky-few-weeks-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6668199961304615614</id><published>2009-01-09T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:00:47.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; the only word i can think of now to describe what I'm in now is: shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. ARGHH. It's not a... angry 'shit'. It's a shit-oh-my-god-what-do-i-do-now-i'm-so-bloody-lost-now kind of 'shit'. If you get what I mean. Because apparently the school only accepts requests for Sports Activities if they are forming a CCA. Student Interest Groups, or SIGs, are are non-sports, if you have observed closely enough (i didn't. crap. T.T) This is because sports activities have safety issues, which thus require teachers to overlook. It's quite logical and reasonable, but argh i totally missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SHIT. you know what that means now? It means a whole new different situation for me now. If this skate club is ever going to work out, it means it will have to be a CCA. I can fight for a recreational CCA kind of thing and I'm willing to commit, but the problem is, are the others willing to? So now i am going to call everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it also means that it will be much much more complicated now, since it's going to be a cca, not an SIG, if it works out. CCA means 80% attendance for the whole year, a minimum of 20 members. Oh my god laaaa. I totally didn't expect all these things to pop up in my face NOW. I was expecting maybe when we have more ppl and are more stable. Sheesh. okay i have to go call everyone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6668199961304615614?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6668199961304615614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6668199961304615614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6668199961304615614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6668199961304615614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-word-i-can-think-of-now-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5010823366740897567</id><published>2009-01-03T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:21:30.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; It's a new year, so I ought to have new year resolutions right? I mean, it worked pretty well in 2008 for me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1) For my studies, I shall not really have an exact goal in mind, but I must do my best to try and finish all my future tutorials as much as possible and read ahead too, because I will not have much time to play around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If it is easier for me to study if I stay back in school, I will do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I will try my very best to get into council; I kind of quit polo so that I can join council and give my best, so if i fail, i will totally let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) With all the time I can juggle around in my hands, I will do all I can to push for people to join the skate club, if it works out (which i'm pretty sure it will, as an SIG at least). This means constant advertising, the creation of a culture and creating a sense of identity and belonging for the people in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will try as much as I can to be on friendly terms with everyone i meet, because it's pretty much going to be the last 2 years I can freely find friends. Not gonna be easy to make friends with people when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you've noticed by now, all my resolutions indicate that I will try my best, because I know very well I might not always get what I want. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I feel that if I have tried my best in everything I can, regardless of the result, I will have no regrets later on in the year, or in life.&lt;/span&gt; This one's carried over from 2008 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Most importantly, enjoy my second last year as a student who still goes to school in uniform :) enjoying means cherishing every single day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5010823366740897567?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5010823366740897567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5010823366740897567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5010823366740897567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5010823366740897567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-year-so-i-ought-to-have-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2363466493117673816</id><published>2009-01-01T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:01:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; unless you really wanna see an emo side of me, don't bother reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let's see. What have i been doing this hols? I have been skating, teaching skating, i learnt how to play tennis, i worked at Bibi and Baba, i went for training, half of it at least, i played computer games. That's a pretty short list huh. so if you chuck away all of the above, i was doing nothing at home, with the exception of the last one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;look, i know you read this blog. you stay in the room next to mine, and i know you read this blog, since i was in sec 1. you say you know about my life sometimes. yeah. you know my friends and what they do. but do you know me? i tell you, you don't know me. tell me, do you know what i like to eat? hm? what i like to do? what i like to read? to study? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and then you come to me, telling me i'm a wasted guy sitting there stoning my life away. you know what, although i don't talk much, i agree with you totally. but is there anything i can do about it? i've been trying. i got a job to occupy myself, and try to go for the shifts as much as possible. i want to go out, but everyone's overseas. who is there to go out with? seriously, dammit everyone's overseas, and i'm stuck in my own home all day long; so i try to burn my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;books. yeah books. i know, reading books can help me kill time too. but look, all the books that you guys read aren't the books that i read. what the hell man, can you OPEN your eyes and look at me closer? I am a frickin 16 year old adolescent, a teenager. A person who still wants to enjoy his life while he still can, before his world turns all dark and screwed up with all kinds of problems; like your world. so you shove all the current affairs books in my face and tell me to read them. hey look okay, i like reading thriller books, and not those that you throw at me. and stop telling me they are good for me because they help in GP, because i don't LIKE them, just like how you wouldn't like a particular brand or sth. it's ME. maybe when i grow older i might like them, but for now, i really truly don't have any interest in them. and i really really wanted to buy a book from times the other day we were at robinsons. but i want to save for dad too, because i've been spending a lot on stuff too. please, stop telling me to read your books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so i don't have books to read. watch the tv? i'm telling you straight. i have no interest in watching the tv. i don't see any point in trying to follow idiot drama serials that you do. why do you think i flip open to the Life section everytime there are newspapers? i am looking for a MOVIE to watch on tv, on HBO or sth. And if there isn't then poof, okay my day's going without a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so what's left for me, most obviously, is my comp. the only thing left in our house that can give me entertainment that will last is gaming. you think i really don't get sick of playing? fuck it seriously i've been playing for THREE months and dude, anyone who does that WILL get sick of anything he's doing. and i am super frickin sick of gaming already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but what else do you want me to do? if you can book a tennis court for me to play tennis every single day, i will gladly go play everyday. if you can go to east coast everyday to exercise, i gladly will. if you shove me tons of movies to watch everyday, i'll gladly do it too. if my friends were all around and i could go out everyday, i will, you know. but i don't want to spend that kind of money fooling around outside all the time too because it's hard for dad to earn money at his age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then you shouted at me just now, telling me to do something else. then what? you guys all went out, leaving me stuck at home again. ironic huh. i try to sms people, and they lag really badly, but i understand. i try to go online to talk to people, but everybody i can talk to comfortably isn't around, because they are all either overseas, working, or with their family, or with their closest clique of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you really think i want to stick around at home all day doing nothing but play? shit man i don't talk much to you, but i'm not some crazy kiddo who doesn't know how to do anything else or think logically. it's that i really have ZERO, NOTHING else to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and seriously, stop asking me to start STUDYING. yeah yeah i know, all of you will say, i won't want to end up like the both of you next time. again, can you open your eyes and look again? i want to enjoy my life while i can now, while i still go to school in a uniform, while i still don't have to face all the shit that you have to now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2363466493117673816?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2363466493117673816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2363466493117673816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2363466493117673816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2363466493117673816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2009/01/unless-you-really-wanna-see-emo-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2880767823159607583</id><published>2008-12-27T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:51:39.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; disclaimer: this post is meant in no way to be religious or anything, it's simply a logical flow of thoughts that i have. but still, please do correct me if i happen to say anything too off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering, what really happens to you after you die? for a non-religious person like me, i believe that it is something like a never-ending sleep. you just die, and there is nothing left.this was, and still is my stand. but previously i didn't give much thought to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will it really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;to sleep forever, never to wake up again? will people be sad? science has taught me that the only reason why humans and any other organisms are able to think, reason and have emotions is due to the fact that the interactions between our neurons allow that to happen. and purely that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i figure, when the time really comes for me to go, i won't be able to feel sad, happy or anything else anymore. what matters more is thus, how i will feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;this actually happens. leaving all the things in my life behind, leaving this world with nothing, as i had come to it with nothing. and this also means that.. all that i possess and own now do not really have any true value in them. so why be angry that you lose something (your ipod maybe), since you are going to lose it someday anyway? if you look at this way, money and currency is simply something you sort of 'play' around with while you are still alive. and after that, nothing really matters anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the emotion i will get before i die; i guess, if i do everything i wanted to do in life before i go, or at least tried my best to do it, i wouldn't feel sad. think about it. it's just like leaving RI now, and knowing that i will never be able to come back to this place FOREVER, but you know what? i am not sad. i truly don't feel sad or anything, because i have done all i wanted to. in a way, dying is like leaving this world, except that there is nothing ahead anymore (unlike how there is still RJC after RI). it's the end of the road. and the biggest comfort you will have is that you don't have to worry about feeling bored or sad after leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in summary: firstly, i don't have to worry about how i will feel after i die :)  secondly, if i have done all i can, or if i have tried my best to achieve them before i die, i wouldn't feel sad to leave this place. thirdly, there isn't really a need to feel angry about losing your possessions or money or living in poor conditions, because ultimately, what matters is you. everyone came to this world on an equal level, and we will all leave the same way. thus, whatever we own or possess during our lives do not truly have any value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2880767823159607583?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2880767823159607583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2880767823159607583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2880767823159607583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2880767823159607583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/12/disclaimer-this-post-is-meant-in-no-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5920809398382619933</id><published>2008-12-21T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:58:39.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; it's been quite a while, but i think i do owe my polo mates an explanation. I doubt any of you will read this, but it will definitely make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to give up on polo because I feel that I can do other things better. And in this case, 'other things' refers to stuff like, organizing events for the school, and skating. It's not that I dislike waterpolo or anything, I do love it a lot. The 4 years we spent together, quarreling in sec 2 during the nationals and losing really badly cos of that, going over to melacca for the overseas trip, going to toa payoh for the youth trainings, the excitement we all have before playing the various womens teams. The moments we shared crying, laughing and playing together; these are things which I cherish, things that will be close to my heart for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day with you guys didn't come expectedly. It probably came as a sudden decision for many of you, but I had thought about it for a long time, since season ended. We watched beverly hill's chihuahua -.- hahaha. well that one is something i will remember for a really really long time as a farewell gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond between the 8 or 9 of us has strengthened over the past 4 years. And as any other person who has played in a team before, would tell you, this bond is something you can never fully describe in plain words. People used to laugh at our polo team and say that oh man you guys can never get the gold and stuff. In sec 2 we got really pissed off. In sec 3 we were like 'okay okay whatever -.-' and now in sec 4, i think we will probably just shake our heads and say 'you don't understand'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although our results were not spectacular during our journey, I believe I have learnt greatly. I've learnt that if you say you trust someone, you have to do it wholeheartedly. I have learnt things like handling the invisible pressure of 6 other guys on you. I have learnt about the importance of transparency in a team which wants to succeed and thus, being frank with one another. I have learnt about sacrificing your own time for a greater need. I have learnt that we all are human and we make mistakes from time to time, and that the only way to become stronger is to accept our mistakes and learn from them. And of course, I have tasted the bitter feeling of failure.  The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I am glad I have been able to work with you guys for my past 4 years. To go through all the sad, happy and crazy moments. Well i think that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. thank you (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;marcus, weishen, yin rong, shawn, booi, andrew, kaiyu (hope you are not screaming fuck fuck fuck at this post :P) and of course, zhuo yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys in RJC ;) we're polo mates forever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5920809398382619933?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5920809398382619933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5920809398382619933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5920809398382619933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5920809398382619933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-quite-while-but-i-think-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2706044062121919107</id><published>2008-12-16T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:41:09.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm seems like everyone's blogging about their work, so i shall blog about mine too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat i was at east coast again, as usual, and I met Mr Law from Singapore Inline, and a few others. Well they were teaching people how to skate over there, and i was thinking, i might as well as him about whether i can rent skates on a monthly basis from him or sth. And from there, he asked me if i wanna do part-time coaching at Singapore Inline! haha. cool cool. so i agreed; i mean, i will need them to help me out someday, if the school admin gives me problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah! things are looking up for the future skate club :D Singapore Inline's teaching lessons in RJC already, and surely if RJC allowed them to teach, i don't think they will shoot down a person who wants to set up a skating club? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of work was yesterday. i didn't even expect it to be my first day of work. same thing, woke up at 9 plus, stoned around at home, and then suddenly i got a call from Singapore Inline and the guy told me i needed to be there by 2pm. it was 12.30pm then, so yeah the notice is really really short. rushed there and managed to reach there by 2, but GUESS WHAT. the person cancelled the lesson at 2pm, so i had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stoned around again, and decided to help this guy called Sam with his stuff. basically what i did for him was just disintegrating skates. take out the ellen screws, pop out the wheels and the spacers, and yeah done. after i separate the wheels and spacers and screws, i dump the boot. simple. hahahaha. but it's kinda tough for some of the boots cos they are so old; their screws are stuck. so i brutally pry out the screws. *evil laughter* (oh wells this part's boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, 4 people came to have lesson! they were really beginners. like you know, beginner beginner? like they can't even use the wheels properly. then... the lesson was structured in a way such that by the end of an hour, you can walk on skates comfortably already. and that's just AWESOME. you know, it's completely idiot proof and i can understand why Singapore Inline claims it's 100% guranteed that you will know how to skate after their lessons. seriously, if you can't get it, _______________________. fill in the blanks. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw, yeah i'm learning to coach people, or at least, be able to teach people who completely do not know how to skate. and be able to gurantee them that they can skate after an hour. cool right :D after spending more time with them i think i will be able to teach the intermediate and advanced parts; scrape through them at least :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well although i only earned about $10 that day cos only 2 hours were counted (which is quite reasonable, considering i stoned so much), it was very fun :D know why? cos i love my job. simply because i'm a skate freak. muhahahaha. well and maybe because i'm just doing this to kill time and not to put food on my table haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... on friday i'm going to school to do part-time with Bibi and Baba! :D then i'll see all my uhh.. future YEAR ONES for RI 2009. hahahaha hilarious. then all my juniors will be the PSLs trying to control the parents XD hhaha. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching twilight! ciaoo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2706044062121919107?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2706044062121919107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2706044062121919107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2706044062121919107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2706044062121919107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm-seems-like-everyones-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1537375171178129885</id><published>2008-12-11T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:23:17.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/894/894726/bolt-20080729111323728_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 204px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/894/894726/bolt-20080729111323728_640w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bolt the movie was great! Well, simply put, all the characters in it are really cute! Great graphics, very disney-like storyline, nice soundtrack. Awesome movie! I really don't want to spoil the movie for anyone, so I'm not saying anything more! Just go watch it. Every single moment in the movie is worth watching :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually, if you delve a little deeper, there are actually very subtle things inside that are related to us too. like how the hamster was saying that he had watched so many shows and movies, and how the hero will pack his weapons on the last night before they all face the final monster and decide that he shall fight his monster himself. But it is at that time when true friends step out and help him. Think about it, it's pretty true. hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh bolt! &lt;3 &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1537375171178129885?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1537375171178129885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1537375171178129885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1537375171178129885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1537375171178129885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt-movie-was-great-well-simply-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8451103128681355655</id><published>2008-12-06T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:15:25.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; just for laughs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;It was entertainment night at the Senior Center . Claude&lt;br /&gt;the hypnotist  exclaimed: 'I'm here to put you into a trance; I&lt;br /&gt;intend to hypnotize each and  every member of the audience.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement was almost electric as Claude drew a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful antique pocket  watch from his coat 'I want you each&lt;br /&gt;to keep your eye on this antique watch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's a very special watch. It's been in my family for six&lt;br /&gt;generations'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to swing the watch gently back and forth while&lt;br /&gt;quietly chanting, 'Watch  the watch, watch the watch, and&lt;br /&gt;watch the watch...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and&lt;br /&gt;forth, light gleaming off its polished surface. Hundreds of pairs&lt;br /&gt;of eyes followed the swaying watch, until, suddenly, it&lt;br /&gt;slipped from the hypnotist's fingers and fell to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;breaking into a hundred pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CRAP!' said the Hypnotist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 3 days to clean up the Senior Center.             &lt;span class="postbody"&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/24596688-8451103128681355655?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8451103128681355655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8451103128681355655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8451103128681355655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8451103128681355655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-for-laughs-d-it-was-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4129398430030821855</id><published>2008-12-02T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:53:17.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched a little portion of American Gangster, and I think it's one of the better movies I've seen. It kinda shows the complications in the world, how everything is fluid and everchanging, how things might not appear as they seem, betrayal and stuff. Deception and lies versus your personal values and honesty. Yet, at the same time, how simple things like family and love still manage to fit in pretty nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what I've seen so far, it's about a Afro-American man named Frankie back in the late 1960s who was a druglord. He is not your typical druglord though; he has his own values. Like, being filial to his parents, sharing his money with his family and those who need it when he can, being humble etc. He's someone you look up to, although he does all the cold-blooded killing when he needs to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other end is this outcast cop, who is pretty much the same. He is a good and honest person, but his environment is a harsh one; with the cops stealing money from the evidence department and so on. Dark things. So now, this honest outcast cop is pitted against the druglord, who isn't that bad a person either. What happens? Pretty cool huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.abbeyroad.co.uk/uploads/uploads/78284905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And so... Are all the so called 'bad' people in our world today really the bad guys? Similarly, are the nice guys always the nice guys? I don't know. I kind of learnt this whole thing the hard way this year, and I came up with the conclusion that, in this cruel world, there is no one you can really trust, but yourself, and your family. Well, as ugly as it may sound, this isn't such a bad principle to follow. It just means being more independent at times. And perhaps a little more unfeeling and indifferent. Which leads me to wonder; why can't people be more transparent sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how Jason Mraz put on his album: "In the world I'm building, everybody shouts hello to everybody else from their car windows. People have speakers attached to their chests that pour out music so you can tell from a distance what mood they're in, and they won't be too chicken to get naked when the rain comes." Why can't people just be more... frank (haha sorry for the pun)? The world would be a much better place that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few days have been pretty boring without training. But I'm thinking of training up for skating haha. That means gearing up too, so yeah i got some new stuff, like a backpouch for a bottle to increase my mileage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, life kinda sucks. Monkey i guess this is what you call solitude again haha (and i'm sorry i didn't read your blog i feel really guilty now T.T) Oh wells! I guess, I will have to find something to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4129398430030821855?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4129398430030821855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4129398430030821855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4129398430030821855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4129398430030821855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-watched-little-portion-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6609646476524866694</id><published>2008-11-18T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:54:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; Singaporeans are miserable and sad people. Therefore, we need to cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk down East Coast Park, a place where everyone is supposed to relax and exercise, one of these weekends when you can. And while you walk try smiling a little more. The response you get, or at least the one I got, can only be described by this word: disappointing. I tried smiling while I was skating, and sigh. Only the ang mohs smiled back at me sometimes, some didn't really smile back too. Fine, I wasn't smiling for nothing.  There was once my wheels caught onto a twig while I was moving up a slope and I stumbled a little, and there were people around. I smiled it off and yeah the caucasians smiled too! Laughed a little in fact. The Singaporeans? They were just... expressionless. People just walk past you pretending they didn't notice a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with Singaporeans? What's with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;? On the bus, on the MRT, every single spot in Singapore, Singaporeans pretend not to notice anything happening around them. When I say 'anything', I mean virtually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. I was going home from the artgym concert from RGS quite a few months back and I saw this thing that still pretty much sticks in my head till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the North-East Line and the train was still crowded, although it was already 10.30pm or so. I boarded the train with my mp3 on, and when I got on, I noticed this woman squatting on the floor, next to the door. She was probably in her 30s, and she was dressed neatly in a business suit. Her face was quite pale and she obviously wasn't feeling very well. I looked at her and looked at another person who was standing next to her. He was on his mp3 too, eyes closed. I looked at the people on the seats. Their eyes were closed, either sleeping after a long day, or on their mp3s too, some reading the gossip newspapers and magazines. Then I looked at this woman again. Damn. I have to do something! She looked so bad I think she was writhing in pain inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened? A lot of things were going through my head. Is she having a stomachache? Did she get some bad news or something? Or is she having that uh girl thing? I don't know. But what the heck there are like so many bloody people around and not a SINGLE person has noticed her? I tapped the guy next to her on his shoulder and pointed at her. He shrugged his shoulders, and went back to his own world again. Then yeah the people around finally turned their heads slightly and looked a tad more curious. And still, no one bothered to do anything, like give up a seat for her although it was pretty crowded and all. So in the end, I left the train, with that poor woman still squatting there in agony. Sheesh. I should have screamed at the people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to my point, Singaporeans really need to be more responsive to the things around us. We cannot keep deluding ourselves, that we can continue to live in our own small, selfish worlds and pretend that the rest of the world will continue spinning past our eyes, totally not of our concern. That. is. bullshit. Yes. In your face. That is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to act more like normal homo sapiens, guys. It disgusts me how Singaporeans are so stone cold and emotionless. Stress, perhaps? Even primary school students have to worry about piles and piles of assessment books for PSLE, secondary school students worrying about weekly tests and O levels, junior college students trying to catch a breath in their first year and rushing off for the second in preparation of A levels. And then after you get your results, you stress up trying to find a good scholarship bond, and also for the guys, you worry about your life in NS and also whether you will lose your girlfriends during that 2 years. After NS, you study again, facing all the uni term papers and tests and exams. Life after graduation isn't any much better off. You work your ass off looking for a job. And after you get a job, you work and work and work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in summary, like what I told mr c, life in Singapore is pretty much like this: study study study work work work plop and you die. End of story. Yes, the people at the top tell us that life in other places isn't very much different from this too. But I am telling you this, I am going to do what I like to do in my life. Bulk of the Singaporeans aren't doing what they like to do. They are doing what they have to do, and they become unhappy for the rest of their lives. Someone told me before that we should just accept that the whole system in life goes like that and we should just follow, drift along. My friend, I'm telling you, there's no such thing as the real world. (cofacil i think you will recognize this song :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a friend who wants to do what he thinks he has to do. And I'm going to do what I like to do. Let's see who will become the happier man at the end of our lives ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message in this post, however, is still this: please, for goodness sake, Singaporeans, my dear dear Singaporeans, can we all just cheer up and smile a little more??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6609646476524866694?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6609646476524866694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6609646476524866694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6609646476524866694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6609646476524866694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/11/singaporeans-are-miserable-and-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6326899390130266768</id><published>2008-11-15T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:24:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time is Running Out - Muse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;asphyxiated&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break this spell&lt;br /&gt;that you've created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;a contradiction&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the game&lt;br /&gt;I want the friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;you will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted freedom&lt;br /&gt;bound and restricted&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you up&lt;br /&gt;but I'm addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation&lt;br /&gt;you'd never dream of&lt;br /&gt;breaking this fixation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will squeeze the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;how did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;ooooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will suck the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;ooooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it seems like this song was written specially just for twilight :P if you are reading this, i command you to listen to it on youtube! and if you want to, watch this video along with it:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMZ24rQyxA0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6326899390130266768?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6326899390130266768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6326899390130266768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6326899390130266768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6326899390130266768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-is-running-out-muse-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5481839685895079752</id><published>2008-11-02T13:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:04:20.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SQ1tBnCZVLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V8_1eOy5HB4/s1600-h/k2-moto-extreme-fitness-skates-men%27s-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SQ1tBnCZVLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V8_1eOy5HB4/s320/k2-moto-extreme-fitness-skates-men%27s-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263983413892306098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; check out my new friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;bumblebee&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow aluminium frames, hi-lo 100mm and 90mm wheels of 85A hardness!! enhanced stability :D  and above all, his cool striking yellow, white and black color combination is sizzling hot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, he will transform into a robot one day! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5481839685895079752?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5481839685895079752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5481839685895079752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5481839685895079752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5481839685895079752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-out-my-new-friend-bumblebee-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SQ1tBnCZVLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V8_1eOy5HB4/s72-c/k2-moto-extreme-fitness-skates-men%27s-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5697506672445962938</id><published>2008-10-28T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:20:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt;hi dead blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to strip off this old skin from you in a little while. i'm kinda sick of black i guess? i need something brighter, something happier and something a little more pure-looking. White, or baby blue i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that will take a while. I will need to handle the higher chinese paper first, before i come back to you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was pretty much the last day of school for me, although there's still next monday or tuesday. We are doing nothing on monday, and tuesday should be a slack day. I didn't quite feel anything for the past few days, until yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the most interesting days I've had in RI, i think. We had a polo photoshoot during recess, and that was when it first occured to me that this is the end, for my secondary waterpolo school life at least. I remember my seniors in the process of selecting us as members, at the very same pool, unchanged, just four years ago. We were still so small then, unsure of what was ahead of us; and now, we've grown together as a team. Well maybe things haven't changed that much, we still gossip around a little and quarrel sometimes, but at least, we have bonded together. From there on, that picture will be in the yearbook of 2008, and in the future, we will be old men staring down at our own faces. Things won't be the same as before next time, in JC1 and JC2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I went back to class, my classmates were playing with paper balls wrapped with masking tape. Big paper balls :D  haha. I then realised that, this is probably one of the last times that we will be able to laugh at each other play like that and being silly and all. Well, we might still be able to try this in JC, but it will never be the same again. All the silly things like, picking off the badges of the prefects when they fall asleep, whacking each other with paper balls, placing someone's shoe on top of the projector, totally owning someone by ganging him. Haha. It will be the last time we do these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to train in the afternoon, and I sat down to talk to my coach. The way he talked to me was different now. He talked to me in a very mature way, just like he did last time, when I saw him talking to an old boy. And.. we didn't really talk about polo; he was pretty much just talking about random things. Chatting, essentially. I thought I liked it. Sitting down there, without a worry, talking to another person. He was telling me about how I must pursue the things I like to do, and not just polo (although he is my coach). You know, this is what CLE truly is. And not some lesson which you sit inside a classroom to get lectured. I came out of the pool earlier, and I would say, I stoned away like 1.5 hours. I was sitting at the gallery, just looking at my juniors train. I didn't have anywhere else to go, until 6 plus. Yeah and I felt nostalgia again. Not too long ago I was still asking my senior about why I cannot commit a foul too much in a game, and now I'm sitting in his place. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to slack around in the canteen with Amos, Shi Hao and some other 4I guys. They were trying to study, but in the end we played some game on Amos's iTouch. We had a lot of fun. Seriously, for about 2 hours, we did nothing but fool around. And both of them are my primary school mates. One stage was over, and we realised that the end of this second stage is just a few days away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! In the night we had Rafflesian Spotlight. It didn't really turn out to be what I expected it to be. It was a tad too long, ending only at like 11pm? But then again, it proves that the committee put in a hell lot of effort to get this going, so well done guys :)  I think I got to know a few people slightly better haha. And of course, I hope you like the present, Mr C ^^  don't get too frustrated solving it haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite a lot to take in just one day. At the end of this journey, I think I am happy. I have absolutely no regrets. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make sure that you do everything without regrets&lt;/span&gt;," Mr Allan Soo told me in Sec 1. He has left RI now, and I think I did that. I went to India, and I'm happy I did it, because I am sure I won't get a chance to in the future. I became a PSL and inspired my juniors (i hope!), and I'm glad I did that. In RIPB, I tried my best to launch as many products as I could, and I did. I wanted to give the best for my house, even when it means I may be doing something I am not familiar with like DramaFeste, and I did it. I wanted to pull up my results and give my best so that I will not look back and complain that I 'should have done this, should have done that', and I think I did that too. I wanted to, some what, be able to identify a group of friends whom I can rely on when I grow up, and I think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my fondest memories actually come from in the old RI, before all the hustle and bustle from the renovations. The old staffroom, the third floor atrium, the old junior block field, the japanese food van, the old canteen, the old gryphons lair, the old basketball courts, the old carpark, the old track and field. But they aren't there anymore. The people have also gone from my life; my PSLs (i don't remember their names anymore, but Lawrence, yes), my most respected teachers etc. There is nothing left for me in this school, because I believe I have done all I could have done. There is no way that I can repay her for all these. Next year, she might be called the new RI in black and white, but in my heart, it will never be the same again. I guess, this is goodbye, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Farewell, my alma-mater.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SQvios1mMbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VELNTRetZg4/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SQvios1mMbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VELNTRetZg4/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263549778371162546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5697506672445962938?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5697506672445962938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5697506672445962938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5697506672445962938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5697506672445962938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-dead-blog-i-am-going-to-strip-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SQvios1mMbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VELNTRetZg4/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-211851071385501656</id><published>2008-10-15T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:53:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; english, SS, chemistry and history down! haha. All my 3 strongest subjects. Physics is tomorrow, but i'm only aiming for a 52/80 because i'm going for a 3.6. To get a 4.0 i have to get 92%, which is virtually impossible for a Physics idiot like me haha. I'm even wondering if i can scrape my 52 marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's physics ahead... biology.. i think for biology i'll just like mug the stuff you need to memorise and top it off. I really have no idea how to study haha. Seriously. As for math, I'm really unsure of it. I need to get 83/100 to get my 4.0s, because I totally screwed up my CA. zzz. that's like four 4 mark questions. Sheesh. I need to make sure i pwn my math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty much over for me this week. Biology shouldn't be too much of a problem if i study well tmr afternoon, and physics, i just need to make sure i don't screw up bigtime. I can screw up, but not bigtime. Get it, get it? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, back to work. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-211851071385501656?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/211851071385501656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=211851071385501656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/211851071385501656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/211851071385501656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/10/english-ss-chemistry-and-history-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3701042075957366600</id><published>2008-10-07T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:02:41.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; Prometheum Day just passed today, and the leadership is now officially in the hands of our juniors, though I'll still have to handle some of the work in the next few weeks and slowly guide them along before I finally give the little push to let them go. The time has come for me to be in Yan Sheng's place haha, to have a nice meal somewhere with my successor and pass him whatever knowledge I need him to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm feeling emo or anything, but I can see the end of this road in the distance. Sometimes I even wonder why the emcee congratulated Ryan and Kirk on becoming the Head and Deputy Head prefects. Please, they are such tough jobs, they probably can be featured on Discovery's Dirty Jobs or sth -.-   I don't think it's going to be easy for them at all, considering how messed up the school is now. See, things aren't as pretty as they seem. The conduct of the Sec 2s are pretty screwed, and the Sec 3s are slightly better, but still bad. I'm not too sure about the Sec 1s, because I'd have a biased view. I mean, everytime a Sec 1 sees me he immediately becomes damn guai. I wouldn't even know how crazy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this doesn't concern me much anymore, does it? Well okay I will still have to give Chander advice in the future, but that's about all for me. RJC's ahead! ^^  Again, I have mixed feelings about this. I look forward to RJC because I'd only study the subjects that I truly have an interest in, and totally devote my study time to them, instead of having to deal with other subjects which I do just for the sake of getting past the exams. Plus, the circle line will be up next year, and my house will just be a short 10 minutes away from RJC! How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are many other negative things. Like, I'll be quite busy with both polo and council, if I do succeed in getting in. That might take a toll on my studies, so I'll have to watch my time very carefully. Then... I don't know whether I will drift from my friends, or if some people will change totally. It's quite scary. And uhh... I will have to work really really hard to achieve something else, and I might just collapse in the process or sth. I'll hang on though :D as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sooo many things. Sigh. And okay, back to reality, EOYs is in like 3 days. Wow! So fast right. Well, I think my progress has been steady. And steady's the only word I can use, because I haven't completed everything. Here's the way I study, and I don't know whether it's correct. I basically scan through all my notes, and when I say scan I really mean like just look through. In the process, I clarify anything that I don't understand on the spot and get stuff sorted out. But nothing really goes into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just a few days before my tests, I would pick up the same pieces of notes and do an in depth revision to make sure I can remember everything. I do this because it is simply quite impossible, for me at least, to store like information for bio, chem, physics, math, SS, history all at once in my head. It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I kinda have a bit of everything in my head, and just before that exam I top it all up with the other info I need. Like the memorised stuff. But I don't know whether this will work for the exam you know. graa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I should be doing the in depth thing for SS and english now.. then I'll do it again the night before. Oh wells. byebye ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3701042075957366600?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3701042075957366600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3701042075957366600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3701042075957366600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3701042075957366600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/10/prometheum-day-just-passed-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6608131425509526426</id><published>2008-09-29T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:00:31.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; Darn. This is really troublesome. I was talking to weishen about our life in RJC, and seems like things aren't as carefree as I thought it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love waterpolo. And so joining it in RJC is definitely a must. But there are a lot of things that come along in this package too. It will mean that I have to train 1, 3, 5 a week, plus I will be dead beat most of the time. I'm pretty sure I'd be able to take it, but that means a big committment to this beloved CCA of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In jc1, I will probably not be able to make it to the A Div team, because of the sheer size of the entire team. Out of so many people, plus 2 DSAs (ACS Barker and ACSI captains both are coming in); realistically speaking, I don't think I will make the cut. So that means that in jc1, my life will be blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In jc2, there is about an 80% chance that I'll make it, considering that my batch will only have around 10 guys or so in the J2 part of the team (you need a total of 15). Perhaps another DSA from the junior batch will come in, but that makes it around 11 or 12. Still possible. But that's in jc2, plus the fact that I will just be another member of the team. No leadership posts, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have a dream that I want to pursue. I once thought that I should just slack in JC and not do anything but polo and studies, since I've already worked so hard in sec sch. But dreams don't come true easily; you need to work hard for them. I need to buff up my testimonial a little more so that I will be able to make it for the scholarships, so that I can realise my dream. It may seem kaisu, yes in fact I do think so too! But it's necessary in this world that I live in. I quote Mr Tan, it's not about doing what you want to, but doing what you have to. In this case, I have to do it so that I can get what I want in life. It's not like I am unable to do it; in fact I find that I have the most experience in handling such things as compared to most of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm looking at councillors now. The very word that comes to my mind: saikang warrior. After 4 years, I am going to repeat it for another 2 years. It really won't be easy, but I have to do this. It will put major strains on my life, but this is the way it is, no matter how crappy it sounds. I am pretty confident I have the support from a good number of my friends, but do I want to do it? From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to. I know myself well enough, and this totally doesn't coincide with the Prefect's pledge and/or the pledge of the Councillors. At the same time, my polo trainings will suffer; I really have to talk to Brandon about this. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it turns out that this world is cold and cruel. You either fight for what you want, or you will just totally lose out. For now, I'm going to try for a spot with the Councillors next time, so I'll need your support alright? ^^ but I still need to talk to my seniors. meh. see yaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6608131425509526426?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6608131425509526426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6608131425509526426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6608131425509526426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6608131425509526426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/09/darn.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2230891759528366811</id><published>2008-09-15T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:59:26.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; Someone help meeee. EOYs are coming in just like, a month? But I really don't quite know what I've been doing. I've been reading a lot of chemistry and bio (i mean okay i'm biased cos i like them the most..), then I read a bit of the history notes, did a few of the math revision worksheets... but that's about all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scary part is, I don't even feel like I'm revising. I feel like I'm reading my notes for leisure! Like the thing about pi and sigma bonds and orbitals isn't even tested in chem, yet I went to read them. How time wasting. I think I'll just go on like this till wednesday or something. Then i'll seriously have to start mugging the subjects one by one. Ugh. I'm disgusted with myself. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2230891759528366811?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2230891759528366811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2230891759528366811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2230891759528366811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2230891759528366811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-help-meeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6829787931773448009</id><published>2008-09-13T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:56:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, isn't this just an apt description of the people around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have to put on masks for every moment of our lives and the reasons vary from person to person. Some do because they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to, in order to get something that they desire; others do it because they do not want to show their true feelings about something, so that they can preserve relationships; some do simply because they know that everyone else around them is doing the same thing. Well, I am guilty of it too. For instance, it really helps sometimes if you could just be a little blinder to the faults of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this is exactly what makes the people who do not have masks special. They live by their principles, and they do get cheated in their lives rather frequently due to this. Yet they are to be admired, when at the end of their lives, they daresay that they have lived a rich and full life, one that they can be proud of. And this is exactly when the other people will feel totally empty; because at the end of the road, they found that they have gotten nothing but loneliness. They lived the life of someone else, not their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds pretty simple, doesn't it? But there are many implications to this, really. As a person, the mask you put on destroys your soul; in the end, you might not even know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; really are anymore. You deny your mistakes because you do not want to be embarrassed. These people exchange bits of their soul for that short moment, so that they will appear to be strong, when they are in fact the weakest of people on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, people bottle up their feelings, hiding a massive amount of hatred behind that mask, until one day, the mask cracks under pressure and all hell lets loose. From here you get all the terms like gossiping, talking behind one's back, blah blah. It's unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to agree with this thing that I saw in Jason Mraz's album, "&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;In the world I'm building......people have speakers attached to their chests that pour out music so you can tell from a distance what mood they're in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty ridiculous statement, but it does reflect how fake everyone is nowadays and how difficult it is to tell how someone is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; feeling. And nono, nothing really happened to me that made me write this post, i'm just being random ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why pretend to be someone you are not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6829787931773448009?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6829787931773448009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6829787931773448009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6829787931773448009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6829787931773448009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-worlds-stage-and-all-men-and-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2692980139512411718</id><published>2008-09-07T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:20:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was sitting in the classroom, and the holidays have just passed. I was supposed to hand in my homework, and my entire class was supposed to do so too. But as usual, we didn't finish it. Our teacher, however, was kind again; she did not scold us at all. She only made us feel guilty by telling us how difficult it is to mark all our pieces and stuff. My classmates and I smiled as we looked at one another, happy that we had such an understanding teacher. &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived at the swimming pool. I was with the guys who were there and we decided to do crazy but fun things again, like playing soccer squash with the wall and ourselves. Ball flying over and onto the roof and coming back down etc. During training we were doing shooting and though our coach was shouting at us, we were still laughing behind his back. After training we went over to Subway to have foot-long subs to satisfy our stomachs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;skating through the whole of East Coast again, wondering how many times I have gone down this very same path in the past few years of my life. There was a little boy who was learning how to skate, and his dad was helping him. I grinned, wondering if I should do that when I have a family of my own in the future. It would be fun. But my heart felt heavy. I didn't know why. I seemed to be skating faster than usual, like I was in a rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was on MSN talking to my three closest friends around, and I was thinking of how I got to know all of them, in a rather accidental way. Haha. It didn't matter what we were talking about, I just felt happy when I talked to them. And the way I was slightly more careful with one of them, well, it made me happy. I wondered if it will be the same when we grow up. But again, my heart felt heavy. I left earlier, like I was rushing off for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twenty Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was alone, in a place which seemed almost like a scene plucked out from the Final Fantasy game. I was on a path which had a snake-like carving on it, like the ones you see in Harry Potter. I reached the tip of this carving on the floor and the head of the snake protruded from the floor. In its mouth was this empty space for me to place this card I had in my right hand. I hesitated, although I was in a rush. I stared at the clock; it seemed like I only had 5 seconds left to decide. At the last second when it read 00:00, I placed my card on where it belonged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twenty Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was expecting something to happen. A bright, blinding flash perhaps? But nothing happened. The surroundings froze. Not that it was not silent enough before, but I felt a sense of finality rushing through myself. I turned to my right and there was a woman behind a black counter with a cash register. She was dressed rather normally, like any cashier. I wanted to hand my card to her, but she motioned for me to stop and wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was another man to my side, and apparently he arrived earlier than me. He seemed like he did not submit something in time and was paying some sort of a fine. He was looking at me, with a sadness lingering in his eyes; one that I did not quite comprehend. Isn't this supposed to be happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The woman was done processing his stuff and she turned to me solemnly, gesturing for me to hand her my card. I hesitated again. I was trembling, I realised. I turned to the man and asked him, "Will you feel lonely? Is it bitter?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt a lump in my throat and my voice kind of slipped. I could already feel the impatience of the woman beside me; she wanted me to quickly hand her the card and get everything done as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The man did not say anything, not even a single word. But his face fell, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red. A teardrop trickled down his face. He turned to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I reached out my hands to stop him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, everything faded and disappeared. There was nothing left. I looked around to search for something, a light in the distance? No. The emptiness frightened me. Something dawned on me. I had just lost everything in my life. All that I had just gone through for the past 24 stages just disappeared. I was never going to get back to those stages again. There was no sense of time in this empty place, nothing. Nothing else but memories of my past and the emotions that came along with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know they say that at your last moment everything that happened in your life just flashes past your eyes within a second? It did. But it did, again and again and again. I was stuck in this place, stuck with the same things to replay in my mind for eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I woke up. My eyes stung as they received the glaring light of a new day that shone through my windows. They were soaked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was real, so damn real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2692980139512411718?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2692980139512411718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2692980139512411718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2692980139512411718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2692980139512411718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-i-was-sitting-in-classroom-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2760925399787890849</id><published>2008-09-06T13:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:04:28.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In this post, I'm going to attempt to present two different and opposing viewpoints; of the teens like myself, and of the people older than us, people like our parents and the middle-aged citizens in general. Well, remember that all these things that I type here are just my own opinions, you may or may not agree. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, let us explore the two different ways that the members of the two camps do their work. The teens of today are essentially native netizens, meaning we were brought up in an environment surrounded by technology. We did not experience the transition from the conventional pen-and-paper style of working to its modern counterpart, the computer. We have been exposed to technology since young; things like e-learning on the AsknLearn portal, even in my primary school years. On the other hand, people who even just 5 years older than us may already have a different story to tell. To most of them, the only advantage that the computer has brought would be that of convenience, but it should not be something that we depend on too much. As a result, people tend to shun computers from time to time, afraid that they are starting to be consumed by technology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the implications of this? Although it is true that we teenagers still have much contact with the pen-and-paper style of work in our daily schoolwork, I believe that most of my age would agree with me that our primary style of getting around work is still, to use the very machine that has grown up with us, the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of using the phone or even email, we use instant messaging clients like MSN or the Windows Live Messenger to communicate messages to our group mates within fractions of a second; we often connect to the Internet to look up information on Wikipedia or Google for work, and print resources naturally become secondary to this; instead of tediously writing down lecture notes from powerpoints, we whip out our camera phones and snap shots of the slides as they come along; instead of carrying a heavy, printed dictionary to school, we download a free E-dictionary on our phone to look up the meanings of words we don't comprehend; and the list goes on. As a result, we often become the target of criticism, that we are becoming over-dependent on technology. But here's a question to you: if you ask of us to just change this, wouldn't it be tantamount to asking the adults to put down their pens, the tool &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;have grown up with, and use the computer for work all day? And of course, most adults complain about having to do this all day, don't they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both have different styles of working, and thus, we have to bear with one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, we go into the mindsets and attitudes of the teen and the adult. I believe if you look into the average teen's head, you will find that a large portion of it shouts freedom. It is expressed and translated into many of our actions. For instance, we often challenge the decisions of our parents and want a reason for everything that they do. However, in a society like Singapore which matured from the strong roots of Asian culture and tradition, which discourages one to question (in a traditional family for example), this desire to challenge authority tends to be labelled as defiance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most parents often deal with this problem by saying that they were once teenagers too, so their teenage children should also follow in their footsteps and be like what they were. Is this still possible when the world they were living in is a stark contrast to the one that we live in today? To a small extent, yes, but I believe it is not as easy as it seems. Globalization is starting to engulf this world that we live in, and that translates to an influx of cultures from all over the globe. The average teenager now does not just live in an Asian society anymore; he/she can see many other different styles which might invoke the desire for freedom in him/her and this is discouraged in our society. And remember, this exposure can be as simple as a click away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This word, 'freedom', however, is indeed a dangerous one. The only thing I hope for is for the people older than us to give us a chance to speak out with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason, &lt;/span&gt;and not just shoot us down simply because they have the authority to do so. Still, I believe that we, as teens, also need to understand the fact that opinions remain opinions. There is and always will be a line drawn as to what we can or cannot say. The adults have a role to play as well, that is, to keep us from spiralling out of control, using that authority they hold on to. History has taught us time and again that ideas are dangerous weapons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, we both have different opinions, from both the older world and of this modern, globalized world clashing, and thus, we have to bear with one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, there is something I feel strongly about. It is rather amusing, in a way. The other day I was working on this 综合填空 exercise and I came across a passage which complained that the teens of today are too weak, and that we do not know the meaning of 居安思危, to be constantly alert of dangers even when living in comfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do agree with the writer that a lot of us are like that. But I strongly believe it was wrong of him to put all of the teenagers down simply because of this. Experience is always the best teacher around. And humans will forever remain humans. This thus means that we will always make mistakes, and it is simply a matter of time before we do so. Mistakes make us fall, but they make us stronger at the same time. Take the Mas Selamat case for example: do you think there will be another terrorist escaping ever again? Perhaps in another 60 years there might be another one, but I doubt the government will ever let this happen again in any time soon. This was a mistake to remind us, and everyone needs painful reminders from time to time. It is inevitable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do we deserve to be the subject of all this criticism in our 报章报道 (newspaper reviews) simply because we are making mistakes at this age? I think not. My dear teachers, have you never made a single mistake in your life before you learnt? They are an essential part of your learning in your path to become better people, and I believe that the teens of today deserve this chance too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore on our side, we teenagers have to play our part as well, expecting ourselves to fall and not forgetting to do the most important thing, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As such, we all make mistakes, and we have to applaud mistakes because they make us better at what we do, if and only if we learn from them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still many things that are involved in this clash between the teens of today and our seniors that I am unable to cover, but I really think that the most important thing that will get us through this endless debate would be to learn to become open to each others' opinions as they come along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh okay! i'm done and i'm getting my ass out of this window :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2760925399787890849?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2760925399787890849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2760925399787890849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2760925399787890849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2760925399787890849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-this-post-im-going-to-attempt-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2615758545420205699</id><published>2008-08-28T15:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:15:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt;There's nothing I shall post here; nothing but stuff about team fortress 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Team Fortress is basically like counter-strike, using the concept of a first person shooter game. You get to wield a melee, equip yourself with a primary and secondary gun, and you have a mission objective. So what's so different about Team Fortress? From here on, we are gonna call it TF2.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TF2 is different because firstly, it is a cartoon-ish version. Graphics are not SUPERB, but it's much better than most FPSes and MMORPGs out there. Secondly, it only has two kinds of mission objectives, that is, to either capture areas, or to capture a flag (or an intelligence suitcase, in TF2 itself). Thirdly, it has a total of 9 classes of characters that yo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;u can choose from, and each of these classes have their special abilities that you can play around with. And fourthly, the feeling you get after playing TF2 is one of satisfaction and uh... well you just feel happy after playing, and you don't feel like you got bullied by some pro, like you would have if you played counterstrike. Everyone is pretty friendly and mature in there, and instead of trying to keep owning someone and keep calling them noob, you try to do the funniest things which everyone will have a good laugh at XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna talk about the classes I like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZZvzRrVAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/s9Pg6RCqx38/s1600-h/tf2_spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZZvzRrVAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/s9Pg6RCqx38/s320/tf2_spy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239473894245225474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Spy&lt;/span&gt;: The most special feature of the spy is probably his ability to cloak himself. This cloak is something like the invisible cloak that you see in Harry Potter, but it can only work for a limited amount of time, before it loses its effect, and you have to recharge it again. Also, the spy is able to disguise himself as an enemy character and thus is able to weave in and out of the enemy base. The butterfly knife also gives one-hit K.O. kills. The only bad point about being a spy is that you cannot click fire, not even once, while in disguise, or your cover will be blown and you reveal yourself. You also cannot attack while cloaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spy's weapons are pretty limited, with a butterfly knife and a small but rather powerful short-ranged pistol, plus his sapper which can destroy dispensers, sentry guns and teleporters. It takes a hell lot of skill to play spy, so quite a small number of people play it; but if you are able to get a hang of it, you are gonna be very very feared. Wahahahhaa. And playing as the Spy satisfies my monkey desires to jack people greatly, so yeah I love him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my favourite class: the spy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZanlys_lI/AAAAAAAAAbU/JbgdzunwQlQ/s1600-h/tf2_pyro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZanlys_lI/AAAAAAAAAbU/JbgdzunwQlQ/s320/tf2_pyro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239474852698324562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pyro&lt;/span&gt;: As the name implies, this guy is hot stuff. He is armed with a flamethrower, a shotgun and a fireaxe that comes in useful for finishing enemies who are scurrying around, covered in flames. Basically, he's hot on everyone's heels. Well, he's pretty cool because he can burn people up pretty well and leave them to die while running away. So yeah, set your enemy on fire, and hopefully he can't find a medic nor a medic pack in time to douse the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I played Pyro on GoldRush, and everyone couldn't move the cart forward to capture the area cos there were like so many people guarding it. But you know what? Just sacrifice a pyro. I did the job of clearing the place up XD You just run smack into the crowd of enemies and you can start breathing your nice little flames onto their necks. Like just swish your flamethrower around and everyone will be on fire. Soon enough, they will all disperse shouting for the medic, and there you go, you just cleared your capture area! No worries about the sentries, the Spy on your team will deal with it. Or the Demoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how cool the Pyro is. Or rather. He's on fire, baby. Has one of the nicest taunts too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZcik7swtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qEPmxJnEStQ/s1600-h/tf2_sniper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZcik7swtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qEPmxJnEStQ/s320/tf2_sniper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239476965591532242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: The Sniper is the one who stays in the background and picks heads off their bodies from the battlements. He has a super powerful sniper rifle, of course, and a rather weak mid-range sub-machine gun with just 25 bullets, and lastly, a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play him as much as the first two, but he sure gives me some relief from the hustle and bustle of having to run around at the frontlines. And imagine if you keep sniping the same guy who has spotted you and tries to run towards you to kill you XD and if he tries to snipe you as a sniper, but instead gets owned. Hahahahhaa. Well usually this other guy will just go like: 'oh well.' But in cs the guy will start shouting a whole chain of vulgarities. That's how different it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a pretty cute game, I must say. Will be in love with it for quite some time! Hmmm. I shall post about other stuff when I feel like it! see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2615758545420205699?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2615758545420205699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2615758545420205699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2615758545420205699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2615758545420205699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-nothing-i-shall-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SLZZvzRrVAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/s9Pg6RCqx38/s72-c/tf2_spy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4826526300851153149</id><published>2008-08-15T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:15:45.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; This is where a blog comes in useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten a bad cold before? Chances are, you probably have. Mine's lasted for the past week, and apparently it has recently decided to cling on for a longer time. What does having a cold feel like? It feels like you have this tiny bug &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;which is very excitable&lt;font="calibri"&gt;, residing in your nostril and it takes much joy in weaving in and out of your nasal cavity. Basically, your nose feels so itchy you want to tear it off (and you can't), and at the same time, you want to sneeze, but you just can't do it cos there's just not enough uh.... build-up for a sneeze. Heh. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the weather these few days have been extremely horrid. The humidity is totally not helping with the situation of my poor nose. And because of this horrible temperature, I am unable to sleep well either. Attempts usually end up with me tossing and turning around in bed, frustrated with the droplets of sweat that linger all over my torso and legs, as well as with that little devil in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my mom just doesn't seem to understand, that if you are sick, and frustrated, your level of patience just slips by quite a bit. And guess what? The CCT for my worst subject is on the upcoming week. How fortunate. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still must take my hat off to those who are having their exams next week. It's been hard on you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, the only place where my heart can find peace and solace in my oven-like room now is listening to nice, soothing songs. I shall recommend this one: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt; by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat  (thanks Mr C! :D) It's a pretty mushy and romantic song, so it's not for the light-hearted XD And by the way, for best effects, you need to listen to it with no background noise at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going back to my RE presentation. Hopefully the devil in my nose doesn't survive tonight. Sigh. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4826526300851153149?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4826526300851153149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4826526300851153149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4826526300851153149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4826526300851153149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-where-blog-comes-in-useful.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4911016306421407455</id><published>2008-08-08T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:44:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rascal Flatts - My Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;and each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;and if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' 'til you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;if it's cold outside,&lt;br /&gt;show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;but more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;all the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;and you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;and always give more then you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, Yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;this is my wish&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;may all your dreams stay big&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an emo but beautiful song. to my sec 1s hehh :D  and omg you know what. i am reposting this post. because blogger doesn't allow me to use my favourite emoticon: ( "&gt;&lt;" ) ZZZZ. but anw i think this post will be better than the last cos i was feeling so sleepy just now. wells... so many things have happened in the past few weeks since APCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing. thanks monkey! thanks for talking and uhh counselling me for the past few days, i really appreciate it ^^ i needed it. and psssttt i think you don't know howw close you are to where i live! i think i can jog to your house haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andd... i think i'm starting to like twilight a lot haha. i'm finally finishing it! Yes. Finally FINALLY. hahahaha. i'm at the part where james the stupid evil vampire is getting bella to go to the ballet room (and yeaa bella ballet! it rhymes. hehe. XD) and for once, i think i have to support edward cullen because that james guy is seriously being an idiot. totally. go edward XD bash him up!!!! rawr hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll like the book a lot more than the movie. I'm not saying that the movie wouldn't be good, but the thing is the book will always be able to present all the little details that the movie can never do. I mean, Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson are pretty good actors, but no matter how good they are, they can't really act out every single emotion written on the book rightt. and i was expecting the entire movie to be much darker. darker as in the lighting and all. something similar to blade trinity or underworld:evolution? hahaha. but i guess most people don't like it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh okay. enough about twilight :D if you wanna watch naruto, go to www.tailedfox.com   everything's there! maybe i'm a bit too slow haha. oh wells. anw, if you realise, i'm reading twilight... and watching naruto crazily.. only because, my games life has been destroyed. completely. cs: source account stolen, team fortress 2 account hacked. zzzzzz. i'm gonna buy a real TF2 account at the end of the year, probably. I can't live like this. It's horrible! Imagine after i finish watching naruto. i'll be a lost soul. SIGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i need to go do my english portfolio. seeyaa blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;AND WAIT. before i forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPOREEE &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4911016306421407455?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4911016306421407455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4911016306421407455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4911016306421407455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4911016306421407455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/08/radiohead-creep-when-you-were-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4385314518555834229</id><published>2008-07-18T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:14:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>APCG ended, in a flash. Just like that. The first time we met each other facils was back then in May...June passed quickly and now, it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have seen more things now. The wide spectrum of personalities, cultures, attitudes and how these things change under times of pressure. In my group there was: kyu-min, ji-hae both from korea, natalie, ping and nice all from thailand, zhi liang, yan lin and yew long from singapore, and of course, dono from hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off pretty awkwardly; the whole group was rather quiet and refused to speak up. But I think one person that really made everything very very different was my cofacil: AMANDAAAA. Amanda totally injected life and energy into the group, something which I think the guys (biquan and myself) would have never been able to do. Amanda, really, I don't know what the whole APCG experience would have been without you! So thank youu cofacil :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we also have the jokes ic, Biquan! Biquan was the one who kind of became the most impt guy in ra-raring the group with his cool cool jokes :D Of course, he kept the facils alive too with his jokes which never fail to work our abs all the time. Thank you biquan! I mean it brother, straight from the heart ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyne, you were probably the most sensible person in our group who always made sure we kept on track during our discussions and saved me quite a few times :D and of course... not forgetting the dance which you took great pains to teach!! thank you joce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUAN JUN! The female robot zong yi :D in the most positive sense! You were the engine of our little group of 5 and I think I'd have died for the 2nd session if you didn't give me the questions... i didn't bring it hee. So thank you so much for everything you've done yuan jun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting... the rest of BIQideas!!! Zongyi, aarongoh, douglas, cheryl and soffia! We were an awesome group, you know it. The times we spent laughing together, playing the munjen game together, talking to each other, caring for one another; it will stay in my heart for a long time. The coolest group forever and ever ;) i'll miss the times that we spent together as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all the other 45 facils who have made this whole youth summit great, you are AWESOME as well okay :D And at the end of the day, I ask myself this question: what have i done? Have i accomplished what I've set out to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing I think I'm proud of in this youth summit, I think it would be that of changing yew long's perspective of things around him. I don't know if you might find this post one day, yew long, but I meant it when I told you that if you try to receive all things that come your way in your stride and with enthusiasm, you will be able to see the world around you in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's one thing that I think many of us youths, esp in singapore have to change in ourselves. We need to be more cheerful and acceptable to things, and not be all cynical when we are told to do things. I think I have changed that in you, my friend; I don't know if you feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the funnier side of things, here are the few highlights! First up, the munjen game, biqVSdouglas edition. They had to manually spin 30 rounds and then run to touch the whiteboard. The one who touches it first wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34519343fbdb0d33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34519343fbdb0d33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D360617CE8C6C72F72F8AEA7CDC732B9CB8728CA4.539AF2FDB61BF0055BE26C2397C1B5CB1FDAE463%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34519343fbdb0d33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhjpVlaXHdAsRpK5q5EeScwtnUsM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34519343fbdb0d33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D360617CE8C6C72F72F8AEA7CDC732B9CB8728CA4.539AF2FDB61BF0055BE26C2397C1B5CB1FDAE463%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34519343fbdb0d33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhjpVlaXHdAsRpK5q5EeScwtnUsM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have the 9th episode, the last day munjen game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cecbae2203277a19" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcecbae2203277a19%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A493DF0BD7B188D78560527E77644CB83E0D0D3.323A34B5C466A876C64586B2FBA8450C24C66D15%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcecbae2203277a19%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-7shvX-7rs_PZ-I8-dnNZ_FDnTA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcecbae2203277a19%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A493DF0BD7B188D78560527E77644CB83E0D0D3.323A34B5C466A876C64586B2FBA8450C24C66D15%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcecbae2203277a19%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-7shvX-7rs_PZ-I8-dnNZ_FDnTA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the chickennutbread thing, I FINALLY get it omgomg hahaha. Thank you jeanhui for telling me :D then we had things like the ah beng version of stop and stare, 'stare what stare' many other things happened, things which I can never put in words here. And of course, this reaffirms that RJC is going to be pretty interesting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. How do you end off a long post like that? I don't know. Jo-ou used 3 thank you-s... i'm gonna use a really cool picture ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SICIeMD_owI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CyVv6bKDw94/s1600-h/Photo0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SICIeMD_owI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CyVv6bKDw94/s320/Photo0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224325619965207298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4385314518555834229?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=34519343fbdb0d33&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cecbae2203277a19&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4385314518555834229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4385314518555834229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4385314518555834229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4385314518555834229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/07/apcg-ended-in-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SICIeMD_owI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CyVv6bKDw94/s72-c/Photo0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1298305996288899959</id><published>2008-07-10T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:58:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I finally have some time to post. Sigh. It's been quite a while. The past week has been really hectic, although it's supposed to be one of the slackest week. I guess, things really aren't the same for secondary 4s. The SS Documentary is now done ^^ but too bad i can't post it online since I told Mr Tan that it wouldn't be on youtube :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is past, what's next? APCG shirts are done too and will be delivered to RI tomorrow.. Sunday's the final rehearsal and meeting before next week, the big day(s)! Apparently a close friend of mine is very excited about sunday cos he's gonna see another special someone again hahaha :P wonder who. hmmm. After APCG it will be pretty much a mad rush for time again, with all the tests and exams crashing down on my life again, on top of all the other assignments and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I feel like I've been on a roller coaster for this week? I felt like really high and happy for a while, quite a while, then i zoom all the way down again to feel like the sky is falling on me; and within the blink of an eye, I feel like I'm on top of the world again. Things have been happening so quickly.. and everyone is just so stressed about everything. I mean, I didn't even realise it was MUFTI day today, until yesterday. I used to put it down on my calendar for the past years. Oh wells. But I guess, life's like that, and I'll just have to face it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a command from sanzo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What's the most scandalous thing you've done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in sec 2 hahaha. I think some guys would know, but I'm not about to blow it&lt;br /&gt;up again. It took quite some time for it to die down :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust many people, but unfortunately, some people just happen to like&lt;br /&gt;playing around with me :/ so yea I only trust myself, unfortunately. And about 2 or 3 others ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of it haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Who is the person that you confide in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, I would say... the person who tricked me into thinking that i was talking to a sec 4 a very long time ago :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are you satisfied with yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am, and I'm happy with myself, thank you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to answer this question, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect me to say? i'm a believerrrrrr? no trace of doubt in my mind? hahahaa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you broken someone's heart that she tried to commit suicide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't ask a stupid question, mr quiz &gt;&lt;  &lt;strong&gt;9. What do you like about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can force my emotions down in to a small little bottle hidden in my heart, though it's not exactly that healthy &gt;&lt;  &lt;strong&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's simple... gentle, happy, willing to listen, someone who can pull me away from my darkest emotions, whether she does it consciously or subconsciously. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea of course! But I just don't like to feel like i'm being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Do you treasure your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure my family more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What do you dislike the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, people who try too hard to be cool. Two, people who don't understand the meaning of empathy. Three, people who try to act like they know something when they actually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers. Is that considered cheating? Two of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What do you regret most in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't been that long you know, 16 years. But I guess, for now,&lt;br /&gt;not playing hard and rough enough against HCI during this year's season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friend's eye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cheerful one who will always be willing to listen to them rant ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you love your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do, but um.. some a little more than the others ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Which date do you like the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, my birthday hahaha. 06061992&lt;br /&gt;and for this year, the date i liked and enjoyed most, so far, 18062008 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If you have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will want to dream that i have more dreams that can come true! and among those dreams:&lt;br /&gt;1) to become a paediatrician                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;2) to live in australia                                                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(3) and to be with ___ forever and ever ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. If you could travel in time and return to a phase of your life, which phase would it be and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary 1! I want to relive RI life all over again, and more importantly, I want to drop physics&lt;br /&gt;once i get to sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. If there's one thing you'd do now, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if possible, talk to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. People I shall tag do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dude, i'm gonna spare my friends from your quiz okay :D it ends here! and those people who i've thought of have already done it anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1298305996288899959?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1298305996288899959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1298305996288899959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1298305996288899959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1298305996288899959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-everyone-is-just-so-stressed-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4649008014903614107</id><published>2008-06-29T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:24:36.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; it's funny how people change in the face of adversity, isn't it? 12 hours of video compiling has shown me that. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if you know me well enough, I really don't like the idea of hating people. It just sucks; and because of that I try my best to be blind to the faults of my friends. But what happens when some friends just prove, time and again, to be total idiots who just keep testing the limits of your patience? You lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hate people. But if you really think I'm someone to be pushed around, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I really do appreciate the few of you who have been with me through thick and thin, thank you ^^I guess I don't have to tell you who you are ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4649008014903614107?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4649008014903614107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4649008014903614107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4649008014903614107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4649008014903614107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-funny-how-people-change-in-face-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1461586261525920159</id><published>2008-06-24T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:45:22.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday streak --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) this friday, staff training day&lt;br /&gt;2) The friday two weeks from now because of uh, 'outstanding achievements' XD&lt;br /&gt;3) APCG Week (Not really holidays, but oh wells, it's gonna be fun :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Not considering all the other pieces of homework that we have, life's pretty good for now haha. You know, there's about half a year left for me in this place. I guess, this is time for RM to blaze the last stretch eh! My last stretch, at least. So yea here's a little sneak preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPf_BpyBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cbemFldMlVE/s1600-h/shoebagtop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPf_BpyBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cbemFldMlVE/s320/shoebagtop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215396516896294930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPfZ9XZqI/AAAAAAAAAas/UlKhFTSziGY/s1600-h/Shoebag+sideRGS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPfZ9XZqI/AAAAAAAAAas/UlKhFTSziGY/s320/Shoebag+sideRGS.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215396506946201250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPfpaYRvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LkuY9W_MrzU/s1600-h/Shoebag+sideRI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPfpaYRvI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LkuY9W_MrzU/s320/Shoebag+sideRI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215396511094425330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Don't even know whether this shoebag will work out though, I guess I have to pray that the RGS side is able to work their charm on the suppliers and get a good price; that's their side of the bargain ;D We might even be doing a handphone pouch after this one, so just wait and see haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is starting to pile up again, like the silly wave analogy I always use.. The waves of homework just keep coming sigh. Come on Term 3, I'm ready :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1461586261525920159?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1461586261525920159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1461586261525920159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1461586261525920159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1461586261525920159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-this-out-holiday-streak-1-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SGDPf_BpyBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cbemFldMlVE/s72-c/shoebagtop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4159302208097103609</id><published>2008-06-19T11:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:26:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched Get Smart last evening! It was GOODDDDD. Come on, I was laughing throughout the whole thing! You guys should really go watch it too haha. Alright for the bad parts first. Well the plot of the movie itself is really quite predictable at times, like Max seen crashing into a train but then surviving later on. It's really rather predictable. And well, the part about the double agent? Yea same thing. Of course, some of the funny parts are rather predictable too, but then again, they still manage to retain their effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good parts! Firstly, this is one of those movies which have other hilarious sections other than those shown in the trailers. Many comedies nowadays highlight their only funny parts in their trailers and claim it to be a comedy, but Get Smart is different! The jokes just come in at the right time at the right place, some times at the wrong places yea, but still they make the audience laugh nonetheless XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you have been really emo these few days, go watch it as soon as you can ^^ it'll be worth the money. And DO NOT even think of downloading it or anything. The entire movie will lose its effect! It's one of the few movies which you need to watch inside a cinema, not even on DVD. More importantly, you need some friends to be laughing with haha, or it'll be rather boring i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will keep you laughing from the start till the end, seriously. I know this sounds very impossible, but it did keep me laughing from the start till the end hahaha. My friend, who sat on my right ;D, was laughing all the way until the end, then i thought this friend sounded a little tired already hahahahaha (from laughing). Like you know when you laugh till you just can't laugh anymore? Yea XD Anyway, i think it was one of the best evenings I've ever spent. Thanks guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Smart :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4159302208097103609?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4159302208097103609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4159302208097103609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4159302208097103609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4159302208097103609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-watched-get-smart-last-evening-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-7467339225181752437</id><published>2008-06-10T19:16:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:21:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEXT UP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The longest post ever in the history of this blog :D I typed this during my stay in Sydney when I didn't have internet, so here's reporting whatever happened till the last day, which is today!&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***********&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrightttt this is a... Tuesday! And here I am sitting in a hotel in Sydney typing out my blog post on Notepad :D simply because I have no Internet access, and I don't wanna lose all those memories either, so I'm typing them out here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 - Of oysters, chips and sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Day 3 started pretty well, when everyone decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood while my bro fetched his friend to the airport. We went to explore a little, peek around the supermarket, local mall, bicycle shops, footie shops etc etc. We bought quite a lot of things to cook for our dinner as we had a flight to catch the next day. Things in Australia seem to be much cheaper, or at least in this mall. It's like one rock melon was actually sold for a DOLLAR at the local market the other day, and in the supermarket whole chickens were going for $10++ only! But of course, for some reasons the chocolates here are more expensive. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after doing a lil shopping we went back home and prepared to go to the beach! And this was the first time we wore short pants :D  the weather seemed to be just fine ^^  so off we went in our trusty little Ford and arrived at the beach soon enough. Ordered our lunch (fish &amp;amp; chips :D) before walking off to explore. And they gave us this super cool RFID device (radio frequency identification device: go read upp it's really quite cool!) that flashes when our meal is ready.&lt;br /&gt;And GUESS WHAT. I saw weiyang!!! Weiyang hahahahahaha. He looked so O: when I saw him. I was pretty surprised to see him there too. Then he came over to me and uhhh... made a comment about the place. Then I kind of disagreed :D  yea but oh well we talked for a little while and went off in our own directions. I guess, this world is really quite small after all huh.&lt;br /&gt;So our lunch came and we sat down at the beach, on nice green grass to finish it up. There were lots of sea gulls all around us and they looked REALLY hungry hahaha. Especially when we were eating fish. FISH. Like we snatched it from them or something. After lunch we went down the jetty to snap some pics... caught a few good emotive ones.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pdlyPzrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XOuANLtoFT8/s1600-h/IMG_0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pdlyPzrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XOuANLtoFT8/s320/IMG_0512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217775994228402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pfsv9m5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/QXxyqYCLpJg/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pfsv9m5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/QXxyqYCLpJg/s320/IMG_0546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217812223433618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By then it was around 3pm or something already I think. So we walked over to the other side of the beach (weiyang i bet you didn't know about this) which my bro called the secret place. I guess this is the good thing about having someone who knows the place to guide you around. You get to see things that normal tourists never get to see. There, we had a reallll nice time. Eating oysters at the oyster bar in front of some super posh place where all the boats moored. AHHHHH. It was so good haha. Everything was white, clean, sleek etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pey0eS-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/tOIyp6xWF1A/s1600-h/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pey0eS-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/tOIyp6xWF1A/s320/IMG_0541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217796673096674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now now. Here's the best part. I think this part's the best part of my trip so far. We drove down all the way along the coast to this jetty. The houses there were so beautiful! They aren't like very well renovated, or in extremely good condition. But there was just something special about them that made them beautiful. There were also very few people around the place, only a few friendly cyclists passing by on their bikes from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm not going to tell you what this place is, because I want it to stay the way it is. Ask me if you really want to know :D  Well basically this place was special. It didn't have any big posh buildings, cool shops, good food or anything. All it had was this looonnggggg worn wooden jetty. To be frank, I was pretty much awed by the appearance of it all when I first saw it. It seemed like a place grabbed straight out of my dreams.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pgk7ZnrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tQ3zXH-ZeMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pgk7ZnrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tQ3zXH-ZeMQ/s320/IMG_0568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217827303792306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5phVfpEpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gt72QsSBzUk/s1600-h/IMG_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5phVfpEpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gt72QsSBzUk/s320/IMG_0598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210217840340701842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will forget this place for some time. A very long time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 - Touchdown in Sydney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up at like 4am this morning to catch a flight at the airport to Sydney. The airline was Virgin Blue. Everything was pretty well, but the flight was a little bumpy towards the end because the weather in Sydney hadn't been good for the past few days.. Many clouds all around, so whenever the plane flew into one I'll like brace myself for a bump. I think I kinda hate clouds. Hm. When I'm on a plane at least.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5su-TWw4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/vE2f8qRz82Y/s1600-h/IMG_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5su-TWw4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/vE2f8qRz82Y/s320/IMG_0635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210221373168206722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sydney airport is largely different from Adelaide's, in that it is more developed. In a very strange way, I suddenly felt disappointed. The feeling just came like that! I think I'm the type who prefers quiet places. And another thing about Sydney is that the people don't seem to be as friendly as those in Adelaide. Perhaps everyone is just so caught up with their work again, since this place's more developed. There also seem to be more Asians than Australians! Like 1 in 2 people are Asians or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where I type in some food for thought. I see the Asian people; Chinese in particular, who speak English with the Australian accent, sometimes even when they enter a Chinese restaurant. Look, I'm not saying that it's wrong or anything because I absolutely have no right to say that, but that struck me hard. Why do we abandon our own culture to embrace another? And try to be someone we can never fully become? Perhaps it's just because people find it easier to communicate in this manner or due to some other reason I am not aware of, but for now, that's just what I feel. And yea. Suddenly, I'm super proud to be a Singaporean, a Chinese ^^ I guess, your sense of belonging to your culture and country is made stronger when you travel around, because you want to belong to somewhere, you want to have an identity. Well you can write a whole essay on that, but I'm not going to do that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5svUSO8FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/N0PREM1-Xio/s1600-h/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5svUSO8FI/AAAAAAAAAV8/N0PREM1-Xio/s320/IMG_0644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210221379069079634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5sv1cfGgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hqEHa1AJX0k/s1600-h/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5sv1cfGgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hqEHa1AJX0k/s320/IMG_0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210221387970451970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5tm6cmkuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C_K-kz32r2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5tm6cmkuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C_K-kz32r2Q/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210222334205924066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well we just spent a whole day in Sydney walking all over the place... Earlier in the night just now I walked around with my two bros and it was much more convenient because my parents weren't around (they went back by rail cos they were too tired). We could walk SOOOOO much faster and to more places. And eat nice stuff like... Krispy Kremes! Mr C I did it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5swT5_fWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/J5h_0LyfU9U/s1600-h/IMG_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5swT5_fWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/J5h_0LyfU9U/s320/IMG_0740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210221396147273058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5sw4EjeJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gGXvTrnIEh8/s1600-h/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5sw4EjeJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gGXvTrnIEh8/s320/IMG_0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210221405855250578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when we were walking back there were a couple of police cars zooming around. Then this guy stuck his head out of his car window and shouted at the three of us, "HAHA those guys are after meeeee! HAHAHA."  We kind of laughed too haha cos you don't quite get this in Singapore (people will probably just like think you are crazy or sth). When he passed us again he went like, 'F**K YOU!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA"   Hahaha super retard XD&lt;br /&gt;And yea! So that's a few more photos. Now... I'm gonna have to sleep cos everyone's like asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 - Cold fishy weather and a warm welcome to the Opera House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First stop of the morning: the Sydney Fish Market! We made our way to the fish market early in the morning, so it was pretty much a morning walk. And it was still raining. Sigh. So we kind of spent the entire morning there, eating oysters and lobsters; basically checking out all the supersized seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vEolhECI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SFbA3lgQp2A/s1600-h/IMG_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vEolhECI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SFbA3lgQp2A/s320/IMG_0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223944319176738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made our way back at around 12 pm or so. We intended to visit the wildlife park and aquarium previously, but then we realised that the tickets were pretty expensive, and none of us were kiddies anyway, so we gave it a pass. Soon the rain got even heavier! But guess what, we braved through the cold rain and marched towards the Sydney Opera House. It was SUPER funny walking through the rain because our umbrellas kept flipping inside out (so were the umbrellas of everyone around us :P). The wind was strong, so my parents (again), were quite unhappy or sth and walked straight up to get some shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brothers and I, however, decided to do something fun: taking photos in the rain :D :D   it was so humourous haha. Like I gave the pose of someone doing an opera, and my brother tried, but in the end his umbrella went like FLOP. I took the picture anyway and so yea :P  memories eh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vFS4lz1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/-UKzGuEjT2I/s1600-h/IMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vFS4lz1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/-UKzGuEjT2I/s320/IMG_0818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223955673468754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vFznr6SI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jXRdnvSnnFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vFznr6SI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jXRdnvSnnFQ/s320/IMG_0821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223964460935458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a memorable welcome we had on our FIRST visit to the Sydney Opera House hahaha. Oh wells anyway we went in and realised that it was pretty much like the Esplanade in Singapore, with all the concerts and stuff. We walked around a lil and left because my parents felt tired T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much ended Day 5! Stupidd rainnnnn.  (p.s their trains have two lvls! cool! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vGRJXImI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0ojgV0WYX5A/s1600-h/IMG_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5vGRJXImI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0ojgV0WYX5A/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223972386808418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6 - Da Manly Viking Ferry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know every morning I wake up, my lips feel darn dry! The kind of feeling that makes you want to rip them out? Grr. Anyway, the next stop was the beach in Watson Bay. We set off early so that we could revisit the Sydney Opera House with SLIGHTLY better weather. Snapped a few pictures ran for the ferry. You know this is quite special! I mean, the ferries in Sydney operate like the rail system, so they are considered normal public transportation by the Australians. Like even students take it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5yywV_KYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BeQ1GtG0Tes/s1600-h/IMG_0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5yywV_KYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BeQ1GtG0Tes/s320/IMG_0878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210228035210389890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a pretty smooth ride from Circular Quay all the way to Watson Bay; and the boat vaguely resembles my future NS boat to Pulau Tekong, said my brothers. When we reached there we saw this really huge map of the area at the jetty, and realised not long after that we could see the other side of the 'island' just by turning our heads a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watson Bay faces the Pacific Ocean, so the winds were pretty strong. And it was nice seeing the big waves crashing on the sides of the cliff. There was a tour group there too! I was secretly laughing cos they probably went off after like 1 hour allocated by their tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright this is where I digress a little! YOu know, I will NEVER go on a holiday with a tour group ever again! Unless it's like a school trip. Then I won't have much control.. But as long as it's within my ability, I will never go on a holiday with a tour group. First, such tour groups are RIPOFFs. They keep asking for extra money that you don't really have to give in reality, and bring you to the restaurants/shops which sell their stuff at sky high prices, while the tour guide claims it's the BEST price around with the BEST quality. And actually, there are better shops around. Secondly, you don't get to spend good time at the places you like, simply because it will disrupt the schedule. Thirdly, you don't get to see the REALLY nice places which are not tourist traps, like the place I went to on Day 3. And the reason being? BECAUSE the travel companies don't get to earn from these places at all, since there aren't any shops or forms of life around such scenic places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y0maAMcI/AAAAAAAAAXM/peTugPpbq4A/s1600-h/IMG_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y0maAMcI/AAAAAAAAAXM/peTugPpbq4A/s320/IMG_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210228066902618562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y12E-5jI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NIlLOkbOHxA/s1600-h/IMG_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y12E-5jI/AAAAAAAAAXU/NIlLOkbOHxA/s320/IMG_0908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210228088289289778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY. Enough. Back to where I was. Basically we were on the coast of Watson Bay and I learnt that there was this ship that got shipwrecked a long long time ago. The Dunbar. The words on the memorial sounded really sad, and there was this flower that someone put on the fence, probably in memory of the people who perished in it. I wanted to snap a pic of it, but it'll be rude to do so, and I really don't want to risk changing my views on the supernatural (if you get what I mean..), so yea I didn't take it. I took the pictures of some wild flowers instead. And we decided that the lighthouse must have really sucked or something (if there was even one at that time), so we set off for the top. This place resembled Adelaide a lot, so I developed a liking for it too... Same features: low population density, good scenery, quiet environment that somewhat serves as therapy for the soul etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y29RxPyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_SRn_nInY6g/s1600-h/IMG_0925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y29RxPyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_SRn_nInY6g/s320/IMG_0925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210228107401838370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next... We went to Manly! Haha I know, the name. Manly! It's like everything at that place had a 'manly' in it. Like, Manly Wharf, Manly Street, Manly Souvenir Shop etc. Another thing: you know if you want an amusement ride that can make your heart pop into your mouth but you are broke, left with only 5 bucks, you could try this - take the ferry ride from Circular Quay to Manly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The start was rather smooth, but when we reached the part where the waters were open to the ocean swells from the Pacific Ocean, the ride got really bumpy. And furthermore, all of us were sitting on the outside haha. So when the front tip of the ferry pushed all the way down into the water, we got soaked XD   It was one hell of a ride hahahahaha. You know, there were these two China guys who were with us. They were standing up, then they realised that the waves were getting more and more choppy. And when one SUPER BIG wave came along he was like, "Woa. Woa... Woaa. WOAAAAA. WAHHHHHHH!" He ran all the way back inside the ferry where it was enclosed. I wanted to do that too, but then it was too shaky. We got stuck outside haha. Just the three of us, while all the ang mohs pressed their faces against the windows behind us and checked out how the three crazy guys faced the wind rain and waves. So yea you can imagine how uh... exhilarating it was for my brothers and I XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided that if you wanted to torture someone, you could tie him to the lower deck just one level below us, put him on the same ferry, take 20 or 30 rounds of the same trip in one day. At the end of the day, he will be so shocked, he gets too emotionless and stone. So he will just be like mouth open, eyes blank, staring straight into space. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manly wasn't as exciting as the brochures said it to be, except that the ferry ride was really manly. Pun intended. And the designs in the shops in Australia OWN those in Singapore cann. Just check out this Ripcurl broad shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y3u0haFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2Ie42xe2x8s/s1600-h/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5y3u0haFI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2Ie42xe2x8s/s320/IMG_0960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210228120700938322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we took the same ferry back to Circular Quay and now we managed to snap a few pics after we got across the crazy area. Well that's about it for today.. Now now we are going to the Blue Mountains tomorrow! And it's my birthday tomorrow hehe :D  so I'll see what's there on Blue Mountains for me. It better be.. exhilarating again XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5z7cL-qHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E8IRecKwa1o/s1600-h/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5z7cL-qHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E8IRecKwa1o/s320/IMG_0968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210229283930155122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7 - Sexy sixteenth at Little Zig Zag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh kayyy I am actually at day 10 now, but i'll just type everything out anyway. Let's see. Today we went on a long trip all the way down to the Blue Mountains, a rather popular tourist site for people visiting Sydney. It sure was a long ride! The weather was GOODDDD :D after like many days of continuous rain. I guess, it's really either my birthday or the Queen's birthday that was blessed haha. Or maybe both ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE51zY0ipVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0xD3yvYzq-E/s1600-h/IMG_0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE51zY0ipVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0xD3yvYzq-E/s320/IMG_0994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231344610846034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE51zHVrYbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OZ4wUufGfgg/s1600-h/IMG_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE51zHVrYbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OZ4wUufGfgg/s320/IMG_1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231339917992370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea we went there and saw really beautiful scenery again! But you know what, I am not sick of it! We saw these three uh.. little rocks protruding out of a big mountain, and the locals call it the 'three sisters'. So it's like the three brothers visit the three sisters hurhur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After visiting the three sisters, we made our way to this place, with a legendary thing called the 'Pulpit Rock'. I'm not too sure about it, I'll go read it up as soon as I get Internet tomorrow, but anyway, it was the climax of my stay here in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE51zvtk_yI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KFlXuErGWx8/s1600-h/IMG_1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE51zvtk_yI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KFlXuErGWx8/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231350755655458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE510SjJNRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ytwrQlQOOCE/s1600-h/IMG_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE510SjJNRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ytwrQlQOOCE/s320/IMG_1082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210231360107132178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny how we reached there! My parents were so tired, and my brothers didn't really know what they were going to see either, and I was just like feeling blank. Then we navigated into some REALLY ulu place where only a few people lived. My parents had the okay-the-gps-got-hacked-or-is-sleeping kind of look hahaha. When we got off, I snapped a picture of the street name which I found super cute: 'little zig zag'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE533f9XwLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6GZ15equqXY/s1600-h/IMG_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE533f9XwLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6GZ15equqXY/s320/IMG_1095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210233614269661362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we just walked around trying to find the 'legendary' pulpit rock. Suddenly, my brother goes, "OH MY GODDDD" Runs towards somewhere and we all follow. You remember those scenes in the movies where a group of grave robbers find a huge stash of gold and just slowly walk in with their jaws dropping? Yea it was like that for us, except that it was this heavenly view that greeted us.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the Pulpit Rock is just this rock protruding out of the main landscape. And it's open with no barriers. If you look at the picture, it is a straight fall all the way down if I took a step back haha. So you can imagine how badly I was going to pee in my pants when I took those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE55PN8RsAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/p2DBBI6JM3U/s1600-h/IMG_1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE55PN8RsAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/p2DBBI6JM3U/s320/IMG_1108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210235121261719554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was memorable. Very memorable. Haha when all three of us climbed up onto the rock one after another, my mother was screaming so badly at us :P cos she was worried we would fall over. Yea but it's really quite dangerous to stand on the rock like that because if the wind was just a little stronger, it'd have been easy to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was nice. Very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE534y2m4RI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0U-caQjD5wM/s1600-h/IMG_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE534y2m4RI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0U-caQjD5wM/s320/IMG_1100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210233636521435410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE535U9UfhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KKmNSMrPl3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE535U9UfhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KKmNSMrPl3Y/s320/IMG_1123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210233645676396050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a lake next. It wasn't as nice as the pulpit rock of course, but it was still good! The atmosphere there was one of peace and serenity.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE535yXHpdI/AAAAAAAAAYs/smPYe5VlWvA/s1600-h/IMG_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE535yXHpdI/AAAAAAAAAYs/smPYe5VlWvA/s320/IMG_1147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210233653569234386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back all the way to Sydney again after that, had dinner at this korean restaurant, and my birthday cake at home.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. And to all those who smsed me on the 6th of June, I'm so sorry if I didn't reply to you, because my parents didn't quite want me to because it'd cost. I hope you understand yea! But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU &lt;/span&gt;to all those who remembered! :D :D I promise your words were very very much appreciated ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE536sBp6cI/AAAAAAAAAY0/d1icIZFyRZs/s1600-h/IMG_1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE536sBp6cI/AAAAAAAAAY0/d1icIZFyRZs/s320/IMG_1172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210233669048461762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 8 - Beach galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On day 8, we took a walk on the Sydney Harbour Bridge, one of the two famous landmarks around. It wasn't that beautiful to me though, because it was man-made and stuff. I didn't quite see anything great about it, but yea it was a nice walk with a strong breeze brushing my face all the while haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE565AZs43I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EzIZqRQjaT8/s1600-h/IMG_1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE565AZs43I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EzIZqRQjaT8/s320/IMG_1226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210236938693174130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning we went over to Bondi beach, and even caught a couple who were getting married on that day haha :D  I must say, they took a good spot for their photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE566Hy_ekI/AAAAAAAAAZM/vn8Qyq5-FvA/s1600-h/IMG_1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE566Hy_ekI/AAAAAAAAAZM/vn8Qyq5-FvA/s320/IMG_1239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210236957858167362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE567jVLCJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NzqZLM6XfJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE567jVLCJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NzqZLM6XfJQ/s320/IMG_1276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210236982429157522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bondi beach was FUN :D  Although I was freezing like mad wearing my TYR pants which virtually had nothing but ONE piece of cloth covering half my legs, it was very fun! We let the water brush our legs and I think we basically just stood there for like 1 hour staring at the sea and enjoying the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE568wV_xFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0bzEoUEn-Xc/s1600-h/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE568wV_xFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0bzEoUEn-Xc/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210237003102143570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this photo! But damn I accidentally covered my face T.T  the background's still nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE569W90d2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/eiOW9cmzJF8/s1600-h/IMG_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE569W90d2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/eiOW9cmzJF8/s320/IMG_1274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210237013469722466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to visit another beach. Actually if you think about it, they are all parts of the same coast, just that they are different portions. Yea so today was basically beach, beach and more beaches! My dad got really tired at the end, probably because the winds were too strong or something hahahahaha. Even all three of us were pretty pumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59BcV6ukI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JJIIicciXAM/s1600-h/IMG_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59BcV6ukI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JJIIicciXAM/s320/IMG_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239282655705666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, we went to Luna Park, some sort of a open amusement park with no entrance fee. It was pretty much a gathering point for youngsters of my age haha. SIXTEENNNN muhahahahah XD  If only Singapore could have something like that... sigh. There was a funny clown face at the entrance so we took some photos there:&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at a Japanese restaurant this time round haha, and that ended day 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 9 - Don't worry, I ain't drunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On this day, we went over to this place called Hunter Valley, a.k.a. the Wine Country. It was FARRRR. Even further than the Blue Mountains! We set off at around 8 in the morning and only reached the first stop (Mount Pleasant) at 10.45am. We tasted wine the entire day there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59CbvDoqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YGHuXS33GQU/s1600-h/IMG_1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59CbvDoqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/YGHuXS33GQU/s320/IMG_1466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239299672580770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59C5iDU4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/F-sOXO4QzOc/s1600-h/IMG_1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59C5iDU4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/F-sOXO4QzOc/s320/IMG_1429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239307671098242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a novel experience for me haha. Learnt quite a few things. Like how you should taste wine, and the different types of wine around. I realised, I like sweet wine better! White wine basically haha. Red wine is like so bitter ugh. But apparently it's healthier because guess what! It has resveratrol that serves somewhat like a bioshield for your body cells! Hahaha. Learnt that after doing CHAOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59B4gVr0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/VhwCpXpn-FU/s1600-h/IMG_1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59B4gVr0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/VhwCpXpn-FU/s320/IMG_1414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239290215608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea it was fun tasting all the wines. Don't I just look drunk in that picture hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59CtcdQZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8QAScvKrvEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE59CtcdQZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8QAScvKrvEQ/s320/IMG_1380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210239304426406290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we saw dirt bikes too! And earlier in the morning we saw the monster trucks. Seems like australian truck drivers take more pride in spicing up their rides hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 10 - Shopping spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, we didn't do much except shop shop shop and shop even more because it's like the second last day we have in Sydney. We went back to the fish market in the morning to get some lobsters again haha. I saw a pelican right in front of my eyes! Like around a metre or so! It was so funny. Like I was walking and suddenly I realised that there was this unusually huge sea gull in front of me (it was much bigger than most of the sea gulls swarming the place), then once I went a lil closer it flew off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5-bmqfrDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/YaTtClMKtq4/s1600-h/IMG_1491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5-bmqfrDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/YaTtClMKtq4/s320/IMG_1491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210240831614594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up we went to this marketplace. It's this really cool market place that is a market during public holidays and weekends, and a carpark during normal days! We bought some souvenirs there and ran off to have lunch at the food court above us. Omg the prices in the foodcourts here are SKYHIGHHHH. Like one hotplate dish that would cost around $4.50 or $5 in Singapore cost me $8.50! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5-cM-k24I/AAAAAAAAAac/No1PSZcXBrc/s1600-h/IMG_1494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5-cM-k24I/AAAAAAAAAac/No1PSZcXBrc/s320/IMG_1494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210240841899367298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then...  we visited the warehouses! First it was the Adidas warehouse, then another general factory outlet warehouse where I bought a small rugby ball costing only $5! I still can't quite figure why I bought it, but my reason for now is that I just want something to play around with haha. I'm quite sick of swinging my bottles around. After that we had a hard time trying to find the Nike warehouse, ending up in this Direct Factory Outlet place where there were lot of things being sold at duty-free prices. Stationery, clothes, sports gear, videos, games, everything. This was where I bought this really nice quiksilver polo shirt haha. It is actually the first proper polo tee I have :P  Sixteen years old. I guess it's time to change from tshirts to polo tees ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After spending much time there, we finally realised that the Nike warehouse was just next to the Adidas warehouse T.T   And we didn't do much there. This visit to the Nike warehouse added to the bad impression I already had of it initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, the designs are pretty minimalistic. Which isn't good for such a giant sports gear company. It's like everything was SO plain! I mean, I wouldn't mind if only some shirts were plain, but EVERYTHING was plain! And to add on to it, when I wanted to take a picture of the 'Just Do It' thing, the security guard scolded me. BLEAGH. What an idiot. So yea you know what? Adidas OWNS Nike. Boo Nike. I tell you after my Nike slingbag spoils I'm getting another one that isn't Nike anymore. Anything but Nike. NYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea this ends the day! Final haul: a Quiksilver shirt and a nice little rugby ball, just for kicks :D  pun intended. Flyin back to Adelaide tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5-ces5q4I/AAAAAAAAAak/KrkeQtQJenw/s1600-h/IMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5-ces5q4I/AAAAAAAAAak/KrkeQtQJenw/s320/IMG_1525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210240846657072002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;END**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright! That does it :D Now i'm back in Adelaide, and I'll post what happens for day 11 and so on ;)   As you can see, it's been really fun so far! Tomorrow we are going to some park with the koala bears and kangaroos, so.. more pictures! :D See yaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-7467339225181752437?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/7467339225181752437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=7467339225181752437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7467339225181752437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7467339225181752437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-up-longest-post-ever-in-history-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SE5pdlyPzrI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XOuANLtoFT8/s72-c/IMG_0512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8058287668674336977</id><published>2008-06-01T19:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:08:28.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Helloo! Posting from Australia haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Well two days have passed; and I felt an urgent need to blog before I forget ev&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;erything we went through... (from left: me, my uncle, my dad and mom!)&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKKgfoC4eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Gybt15DZRKs/s1600-h/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKKgfoC4eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Gybt15DZRKs/s320/IMG_0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206876410043621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring ride on the plane, and you know WHATTT. Ironman was not&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; out on the entertainment system yet because May had not passed! (30th of may &gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;) So I didn't have anything cool to watch. Settled on Jumper, but omg laa it totally suc&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;ks can. Th&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;e only cool thing is that the guy can teleport around that's all. Plus plus, there were 3 babies on&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; board with us, and they were like crying throughout the whole flight! Ma and Pa couldn't sleep at a&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;ll&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;.. my bro slept, and I don't quite remember what I did. I think I was like half-dozin&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;g off an&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;d half staring at the moon which was level to my line of sight. When we were about to land I caught this pic which is pretty cool..&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;  &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKG7_oC4aI/AAAAAAAAATk/DflKlkEZkLM/s1600-h/IMG_0242%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKG7_oC4aI/AAAAAAAAATk/DflKlkEZkLM/s320/IMG_0242%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206872484443513250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;After we landed, we finally saw the babies; and they were like SUPERR cute! Ahhhhh I realised a lot of Australian kids, well okay kids in general, even those in Singapore look really cute :D &lt;font="calibri"&gt;(i'm not a paedophile though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn... we went to big bro's house to put all our stuff; and his house is really really cosy! I wouldn't say it's small, because it's just nice for 3 people &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;living together. Well okay but it IS a little small for a whole family of 5 living in one room (his room) To make more space, my two brothers decided to sleep downstairs in the living room&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; which has a bed too ^^   It is the kind of house which is simple and has two levels.. just to g&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;iv&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;e a &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;sneak peek of it:&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKJM_oC4bI/AAAAAAAAATs/JhAdPP7S4S4/s1600-h/IMG_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 302px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKJM_oC4bI/AAAAAAAAATs/JhAdPP7S4S4/s320/IMG_0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206874975524544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKKIvoC4dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Zzq7eNu7I5I/s1600-h/IMG_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 303px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKKIvoC4dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Zzq7eNu7I5I/s320/IMG_0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206876002021728722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to wear cool shoes with two MONKEYS :D hahahahaha. After we settled down, we went over to the chinatown place in Adelaide and also Rundlemall, or whatever you call it. I felt really bleary from the lack of sleep the night before, so it wasn't THAT enjoyable for me, plus I had to carry this bag of 11 oranges in my arms T.T   but of course, the courtes&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;y and friendliness of everyone around really made it better! Like my bro was holding this fruit in his hand and asking me if it would taste sweet or not. Then this really old auntie standing beside us had bought the same fruit. She turned to us and gave us one of her fruits, saying, "Oh! Here you go you can try it. Go ahead! It's really good haha :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were quite shocked (well shocked in a pleasant way) for a moment because that will NEVER happen in Singapore. I guess, that's one of the best things that Australia&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; has. The people here are super friendly! And I like it ^^ I mean, even when you are just walking down the streets, people see you, smile and say, "Goodday!" or even just a simple nod :D In fact I think I'll have a hard time getting used to how stone Singaporeans are when I get home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. In the night we had dinner at this Thai restaurant, and my taste buds got real confused! First it was sweet, then sour, then spicy and bbq-y, then sweet again. Hahahaha. The keropok was free flow too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Went home, had a very very nice sleep the whole night from like 10pm till 10.30am (australian time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was much better, as I had a nice sleep. Daylight begins at like 6am! But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it ends early too, at 4pm or so. By 5pm it seems like 11pm or 12am in Singapore already. Anyw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y, I woke up much later than the others, so I ate breakfast alone.. Hot salami with bread an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d mil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o. Pretty good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the afternoon we went over to the botanical park. The scenery there was beautiful! Well I wouldn't say breathtaking, but it makes you feel like you want to protect Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ture forever. You know, that kind of feeling? Yea and one more thing about Australia is that it's r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eally green! Both the people and the place. It's weird for you to ask the cashier for a plasti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;c bag, or at least, it's not normal for you to do so because if you look around, everyone has a gree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! Like omgg I actually dreamt of this before, and it's right here in front of my eyes. Love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to the park... We did some really silly things there and snapped quite a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; pics: Well pa looks pretty unglam in this pic O: but ahh he's not like th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at ^^ (and oh man I wish my hair were longer now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKWKhHljLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ep4FgnpUFsw/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKWKhHljLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ep4FgnpUFsw/s320/IMG_0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206889226626763954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKWLRHljMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YL0B4q5nIIk/s1600-h/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKWLRHljMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/YL0B4q5nIIk/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206889239511665858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKWLhHljNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2vvm52mmeXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKWLhHljNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2vvm52mmeXQ/s320/IMG_0374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206889243806633170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So after the parks, we went to the summit of Mt. Lofty, the place where the botanical park is. Sounds quite cute right haha, Mount Lofty. It's like calling a guy Mr Big haha! we took many photos, but I don't have time to post them here, so next time yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after that... We made our way to a German town named Hahndorf. Hahndorf was simply.. unforgettable. It's&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this little town which you read of in the storybooks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with one storey buildings only.. and there's happiness all around; hardly anyone gets angry or anything. Or at least, it seemed li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ke that to me. The entire town is actually just ONE street. A straight road. But it's super cosy! We went t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o eat at this place called the German Cake Shop, which sells nice cakes. I also saw this super funny poster about Murphy's Law. I don't know what it is, although I've heard about it.. Just view that picture in high def and have a nice laugh XD  Then we went to another place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;called the Hahnd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;off German Inn, which is actually a German restaurant. The portions are like HUGGEEEE can! And there were quite a few kids in there when we ate too. I guess, this is where they are trained before they become full sized juggernauts like their parents when they grow up. The people here are really big! Compared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to us Asians at least.. We couldn't finish our food so we packed it :P &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKZtxHljPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/AJRKnfv0dTs/s1600-h/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKZtxHljPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/AJRKnfv0dTs/s320/IMG_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206893130752036082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKXZRHljOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YFc9aPAHBCw/s1600-h/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKXZRHljOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YFc9aPAHBCw/s320/IMG_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206890579541462242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKZuRHljQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4GUNcP4UjeY/s1600-h/IMG_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKZuRHljQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/4GUNcP4UjeY/s320/IMG_0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206893139341970690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back at home. I still miss Hahndoff... It's such a nice place! Small and quiet, simple. I love ittt. We'll spend one more day here in Adelaide before we move off to Sydney, a busier place than Adelaide. Tomorrow we are going off to the beach! So it's going to be pretty fun with lots and lots of pictures again :D But I wouldn't be able to use the internet in Sydney, so I gave this really long post ^^ In fact, I cut out a lot of things that we did these two days to fit in here haha. Things like our small little Mr Bean car XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. I think I'm starting to fall in love with this place  :)  Can I not leaveeeee!  It's simply like, one of the closest things to heaven. I'll post when I get the chance to do so again! Bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKeFhHljSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hWs8NSJ6CIY/s1600-h/IMG_0403%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKeFhHljSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/hWs8NSJ6CIY/s320/IMG_0403%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206897936820440354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8058287668674336977?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8058287668674336977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8058287668674336977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8058287668674336977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8058287668674336977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/06/helloo-posting-from-australia-haha-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SEKKgfoC4eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Gybt15DZRKs/s72-c/IMG_0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-369125332481031894</id><published>2008-05-27T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:46:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; this is utterly ridiculous. you mean if someone in my department does something wrong, I'm totally not responsible as well? Not even a single bit? Then what on earth is a head for? zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-369125332481031894?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/369125332481031894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=369125332481031894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/369125332481031894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/369125332481031894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-utterly-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5226470257794300460</id><published>2008-05-22T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:29:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with my other gift that I am gonna leave behind for RI, or in this case, it's RIPB rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;www.ripbwd.blogspot.com&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's well and fine, I checked and it works in both Mozilla and IE, so it should be pretty okay! I am still trying to figure out how to put an intro image at the start c&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;os it looks kinda blank now, but yea it's something with the coordinate mapping and blah blah &gt; &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and noww i am super inspired to make a full black skin because i was playing with black and grey colours the other day in the AEM bio class, and turns out it's SUPER sleek and stylish! Thus, I am super inspired to create a full black skin hehe :D  hmm.. now on to what has been going on in moi life!  First, I'm starting to get the anime fever again haha! Started with watching Gundam 00 in bio class with Tony (is it quite old alr or sth i don't know)... then he told me to watch some Code Geuss or sth. go download everything from bleachexile.com for freeeeeee! XD  then... hm what else. The holidays are here and yea I'll be away from the 30th of May to the 13th of June, but I guess, I'll still be able to post from Australia haha. Next week I'll be having the YDSP computer security module and I'll learn all the cool coollliooo crypto stuff and malware stuff! omgomg hahahahaha. anddd... time for some random pics ^^ &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Weirong wearing the newest ironman suit&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SDV0UvoC4YI/AAAAAAAAATU/BmtWE4oIJEI/s1600-h/15-05-08_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SDV0UvoC4YI/AAAAAAAAATU/BmtWE4oIJEI/s320/15-05-08_0947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203192844227109250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not forgetting the 300 word essay on the crabs that I had to write. RAWR. &gt; &lt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SDV0U_oC4ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/3KVxkdU1j8E/s1600-h/28-03-08_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SDV0U_oC4ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/3KVxkdU1j8E/s320/28-03-08_1142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203192848522076562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay see ya! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5226470257794300460?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5226470257794300460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5226470257794300460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5226470257794300460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5226470257794300460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-done-with-my-other-gift-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SDV0UvoC4YI/AAAAAAAAATU/BmtWE4oIJEI/s72-c/15-05-08_0947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1413823495388331988</id><published>2008-05-15T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:44:54.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; Aiyohhhh. A while ago I was reading all the blogs of my friends, and it's kinda weird. It's like all the posts are emo posts; although some of them claim that they aren't. I want to post in response to a post by a pretty good friend of mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard on you, my friend, for the past semester that is drawing to an end. I respect you, for taking all the nonsense that many people give you, and of course, taking it well. I think it's good that you made the decision of abandoning your blog, because I do find that blogging does distract you quite a bit too. Maybe I shall put this in more familiar terms: FTW, my friend :D  there's still one more semester for you ahead, I'm sure you won't let all of us down ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this whole blogging thing mean for me? Well I don't quite see blogging as anything big, just that I find that it's pretty fun that I get to put my random designs on haha. But why the theme of 'respawn'? It isn't just some random name I picked, you know. Well you could say that for one, it sounds cool XD but really, the last time i changed this blog's skin, I really felt that I have grown quite a bit; yea, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite a bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone's doing some emo post, why not I do it too hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people probably think that I am some really high guy who seems so happy all the while, especially those who haven't worked closely with me before. But really, whether you know it or not, I think that I have a real deceptive mask on my face almost all the while. And to my friend whom I addressed up there, I'm sorry; I disagree. Life is just a game of facades, I guess. Or at least, I see it this way. It's probably because I am an 'I', which means that I cannot stand awkward situations with friends; I want to be on good terms with everyone. I don't know, it just feels real bad when I have to hate someone. And furthermore, when you openly hate someone, you seem to have destroyed any chances of working with him forever; and that sucks. So why not just give him a chance and leave the doors open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I only show what I truly feel about some people to my closest friends. And it's saddening to think of how many of such friends I have. But then again, is it really sad? I mean, if you have many of such close friends, then what does 'close friend' mean? I daresay I have less than 6 of them, friends who will continue walk with me through this life. I have fallen many times, and perhaps this is a little too harsh, but I don't believe in trusting anyone with anything, besides my family. Ahh okay perhaps the 5 of them.. but being able to trust them does not translate to having to do so. Don't get me wrong though; I treasure them a lot yea ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my own dreams with my own hands. If I don't know how to do something, I will learn how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. This leads me to another thought. It's sad how you see some people destroy their lives in the midst of working towards their goals. People in class who study so hard for their tests, their assignments, and suddenly just forget about all the friendships forged, their school life, everything else. They want a bright future, they want a good life in the future, to do well in life. But when they grow up, they realise that the best part of their lives are long over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it works this way. I am not going to put my present life to waste while working for my dreams in the future. Look at the cyclone. It already shows how fragile life can be, and many other examples in the past have shown it too. And yes, Mr C, I think I do understand what you have blogged about :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end off with the following&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;! XD&lt;font="calibri"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life isn't a download bar in Bittorrent that is only perfect at its end; it is like a song on Winamp that plays on for a real long time, a song that is beautiful in a different way at every different second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, this statement tells pretty much about who I am ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. facil trng course taught us that at this age, we tend to be blogging about our identities and stuff. zomg. damn accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1413823495388331988?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1413823495388331988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1413823495388331988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1413823495388331988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1413823495388331988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/05/aiyohhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6009224305355811567</id><published>2008-05-07T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:10:35.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; wheee. this is a totally random post. after tomorrow, there will be no more tests!! As in like CCTs.. There's still chem OBA and the projects, but oh well it won't be so bad anymore. This week has been quite mad so far, but i guess it will end well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea i totally agree: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life's like a box of chocolates; you just never know what you're gonna get&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6009224305355811567?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6009224305355811567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6009224305355811567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6009224305355811567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6009224305355811567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/05/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-971951969592912062</id><published>2008-05-04T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:50:05.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; I have two things I wanna talk about in this post: global warming, and the internet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, global warming. You know, the weather these few days, yes these few days in particular, have been really shocking to me. On Friday I went for training and the water was unusually warm. I mean, in my four years in RI, I have never gotten such warm water before! It was so warm, one of the sec 1s complained that he had a headache and needed to rest for a while. He was definitely not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt;-ing (faking). Personally, I felt very uncomfortable in that water. At home, it isn't any better off. I have to turn on my air-con more often now because it's just way too warm in the nights, and afternoons. The other option is to just take off my shirt, oh wells, but I still sweat real badly and in the end when I can't stand it anymore, I just turn on the aircon again &gt;&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. Many will die; maybe even me hehhh. And look, I really don't think the UN can do anything much by then, not because you guys aren't good or anything, but because the situation would be too extreme for you to handle. That war will probably be named WWIII. Sounds like one of the war strategy games you can pick off the shelf? Yea it might very well become a reality soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this war, there will be people surviving yes, but they will probably die off eventually. Haha. This seems quite retarded hehh. But if you think about it, remember when we studied eco-systems? If there are too many predators, they die off as there is not enough prey to go around for everyone and vice versa. In our case, we are the predators, but we just don't die do we? Yea okay I sound like Adolf Hitler now &gt;&lt;   so what does nature do next to try and eliminate us? The ultimate: global warming. Then when we panic like hell, we self-destruct, funny isn't it? Maybe there will be a whole new era, when creatures of the future dig up our bones and realise that there was such a great civilization before them, only to crumble because we didn't plan ahead. Oh welll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the internet. A few days ago I was working on my chinese project, and I was reading up on the Internet. I realised, the almighty Internet is less than 20 years old. Which means that it is a super recent form of technology, at least in a historical context. To me, I think the internet will be a super safe system 50, 60 years down the road. Actually, we shouldn't be too surprised that there are so many hackers and viruses around now, since the Internet hasn't really like um. gone to NS yet, so it doesn't quite know how to defend itself properly and all. There's still lots and lots of space for improvement... Like, go check out www.torrentspy.com! It has shut down because it's too scared of the entire climate and all. See, the internet isn't as lousy as it seems; it just needs some refinement. Let's give it some time before we start saying that we should scrap the Internet because we are depending too much on it shall we &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is .. quite random but oh wells. back to work.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-971951969592912062?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/971951969592912062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=971951969592912062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/971951969592912062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/971951969592912062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-two-things-i-wanna-talk-about-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4958750107232801531</id><published>2008-04-30T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:05:12.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; I'm in the process of coming up with a new blog for welfare department, something that I wish to leave behind. The background design is done, formatting is done, so I'm just left with the typing in of the description and stuff ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will link it up here once it's nice and steady haha. If I continue working on it... should be done by the end of this week I hope. Another thing: I got into the Young Defence Scientists Programme for computer security! woot :D :D alright I know 'computer security' sounds sooo damn boring, but really, it's super cool if you'd just take a peek at how everything works. It's just super amazing at times la. Okay fine you probably won't understand what I mean unless you really love computers to bits and bytes, like me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as you can see, this is one of the lighter posts that I type when I'm super bored, so yeaa. Ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course. One last thing; since I will never be able to find your blog, I'll type this here then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4958750107232801531?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4958750107232801531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4958750107232801531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4958750107232801531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4958750107232801531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-process-of-coming-up-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2398422727686535680</id><published>2008-04-19T10:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:35:23.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's birthday just got owned :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Look. I think I probably had the craziest, funniest and most retarded night of my secondary school life so far since sec 1. A birthday surprise hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade ended and apparently a gang of people along with someo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;ne planned something really funny for another someone. I was about to leave, when Elias kind of begged me not to go, so I felt quite bad and decided to stay. After all, that someone's someone is kind of like my super good friend, so yea I stayed haha. They brought me to some SUPER secluded place in RG and kind of told me what was going to happen. We were supposed to wait and camp there till the two someones come to that area, but apparently, that someone's someone was still like clearing up and all, so that left gang + me stoning at the steps for like 30 minutes. YES. Someone. 30 minutes. But it was rather worth it oh wells. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe we weren't quite stoning. Two of them were battling it out on PSP, on some game similar to O2 jam. Pardon me, my phone's camera isn't too pro, so it only caught the two screens HAHA. Or rather, it was probably too dark at that place lol. &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SAlXHptXkDI/AAAAAAAAATM/wUHNiTEWgls/s1600-h/18-04-08_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SAlXHptXkDI/AAAAAAAAATM/wUHNiTEWgls/s320/18-04-08_2156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775834488049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of mosquitoes, but luckily I was in jeans, so it was not too bad for me. Here's how the surprise went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Someone + someone2 arrives.&lt;br /&gt;2) Gang member 1 and 2 flash handphone backlights from top of staircase to gang member 3, elias and myself.&lt;br /&gt;3) Gang member 3 lights up birthday cake with candle.&lt;br /&gt;4) 3 of us creep out towards the target, praying hard that target will not turn back.&lt;br /&gt;5) UNFORTUNATELY. Target turns around and spots all of us.&lt;br /&gt;6) Target's powerful newly equipped sixteen year old birthday eyes meet the flame of the candle.&lt;br /&gt;7) Candle on cake held by 16 year old birthday-long-past-gang member 3 goes *poof*.&lt;br /&gt;8) Gang member 3 goes, "oh shit."&lt;br /&gt;9) Elias and I go, "omg."&lt;br /&gt;10) Misson failed. But target is still pretty amused, which is the whole point of the surprise XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this mission can ever be replicated again because everything was just right hahahha. Gang member 3 was just clown enough to have the candle go out, gang member 1 and 2 are just retarded enough to camp, plus elias and I are just crazy enough to go mad with all of them wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the canteen to cut the cake and talk and take photos, whatnot, so if you figure out who that someone is then go ahead and explore around... Well anyway, it was super funny haha. I don't think I will forget this for quite some time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday again, someone! :D and now you are older than me. grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2398422727686535680?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2398422727686535680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2398422727686535680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2398422727686535680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2398422727686535680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/04/look.html' title='someone&apos;s birthday just got owned :D'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SAlXHptXkDI/AAAAAAAAATM/wUHNiTEWgls/s72-c/18-04-08_2156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-7512848393818225924</id><published>2008-04-13T16:47:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:46:40.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SAND6ptXkCI/AAAAAAAAATE/2F7H86x195I/s1600-h/dark_v3i_watermark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SAND6ptXkCI/AAAAAAAAATE/2F7H86x195I/s320/dark_v3i_watermark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189065870568558626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The silver V3i. Inspired by a bored RI student who did his math for one entire morning. come on motorola, you can do it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-7512848393818225924?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/7512848393818225924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=7512848393818225924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7512848393818225924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7512848393818225924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/04/v3i-silver.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/SAND6ptXkCI/AAAAAAAAATE/2F7H86x195I/s72-c/dark_v3i_watermark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1852933203283843886</id><published>2008-04-11T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:43:37.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; This is the feeling. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; particular feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you get when you are halfway through sec 4 and you stop for a moment to think. Is this it? The Rafflesian experience? It's a scary feeling. It sends a chill down your spine and deep down in your heart you know that a few months later, the memories of everything that you have went through for the past 4 years will just be locked up in a small corner of your mind, and it can never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; come back to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the pool alone to train. I saw jiao lian and it felt really different. When I looked him in the eye to greet him, I was ashamed. And he definitely looked at me in a different way from the past. I stepped into the storeroom later on, wondering whether I should take the men's size ball, or the familiar women's size ball. I mean, after all I have finished my season. Settled on taking both in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into the pool and looked at my juniors train from a distance, I was shocked; I was shocked by the fact that, I will never be there again. I will never be there training under that same coach with that same intensity ever again. The familiar sounds of the whistle, the shouting and scolding, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago when I was in lower secondary, I went for ORA day, the one with Dr. William Tan's ultra-marathon feat. I still remember clearly, I was trying to sell nuts and some chocolates for the Raffles Entrepreneurs SIG, which unfortunately, is non-existent today. I remember the music blasting from the top of the canteen, the parents from RPA trying to sell food, the guys on the track running and trying to keep up with Dr. William Tan, the RI guys taking short curious peeks at the RGS girls, and vice versa. Everything. This is a cycle. A beautiful one indeed. And tomorrow, I will be completing mine. &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;Although it will not be the last ORA day I take part in, the next time, it will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon if you ever read this you must either be laughing hysterically or nodding your head and going 'mm. mm.'. Yea I understand it now. My secondary school experience will be like that for the rest of my life. The word is forever. I just can't bring myself to believe it. That's it. I am nearing the end of the road, for my secondary school life at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything seems clearer now. I can see things in a different light. I see the reason why my teacher scolded me although I handed in that piece of work late with a valid reason; the reason why my senior screamed at me to cheer my schoolmates on while I played games on my handphone because I thought that they would lose anyway; the reason why some teachers only open up to me when I reach secondary 4 and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why, I want to cherish every single moment I have left in this school from tomorrow on, because I know, this will never come back to me again. I want to blaze this last stretch to the very end. Me = emo? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the feeling. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; particular feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1852933203283843886?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1852933203283843886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1852933203283843886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1852933203283843886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1852933203283843886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3643171794227212610</id><published>2008-04-04T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:52:08.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; I can't take it anymore. It seems like I have no where else to really pour out what I feel except here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it. The end of the water polo season 2008. And we have gotten 4th place. Did we train hard enough? Yea, I believe we did. And I am sorry for not giving in the best I could have. I'm sorry for not going for those extra sessions to build my skills up and so, I am sorry to my team mates who trained much harder than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heart wrenching, it really is. No one else will understand this; yes, no one else but us. The other CCAs will laugh at us and say that we are useless, that we are all say and no do. But I know. All the 15 of us know it. To the next person who is going to laugh at us, I am not going to snap back at him. I'm not going to tell him, 'try playing yourself' because that is not valid at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you become a loser, you lose everything. You lose your right to shout back at a person who laughs at you, you lose your happiness, you lose your confidence. But I will fight back the next time round. And I am going to start from tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt many lessons in this season. I know now, that a sport is not about building up your muscles and showing them off, which most senseless people think. I know now, that a sport is not just blind fighting, but fighting with your mind and soul. I know now, the value of every single second you spend training and bonding with your teammates. And I know now, what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;means to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will understand this; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's why I'm feeling pretty much messed up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3643171794227212610?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3643171794227212610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3643171794227212610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3643171794227212610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3643171794227212610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-9147956108421001690</id><published>2008-03-29T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:37:10.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one's funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=angJGfCSuUI&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/24596688-9147956108421001690?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/9147956108421001690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=9147956108421001690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/9147956108421001690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/9147956108421001690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5938744631619409712</id><published>2008-01-13T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:41:58.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; till the next time i need to post again... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adios&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5938744631619409712?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5938744631619409712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5938744631619409712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5938744631619409712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5938744631619409712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/01/till-next-time-i-need-to-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3829290074758922939</id><published>2008-01-12T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:08:23.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;orientation camp video FTW!! :D i love the part where the sec 1s screamed during fright night hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7850f781ad1c6989" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7850f781ad1c6989%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D838EBA131B4A2A3C21E20E322B4656571D1BB423.67D6BC89DA9A693DD6AAAC57341E5447DF696BCB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7850f781ad1c6989%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR5ZyXa70O9mWg1TvsEDk6YBzcGk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7850f781ad1c6989%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331396032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D838EBA131B4A2A3C21E20E322B4656571D1BB423.67D6BC89DA9A693DD6AAAC57341E5447DF696BCB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7850f781ad1c6989%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR5ZyXa70O9mWg1TvsEDk6YBzcGk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3829290074758922939?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7850f781ad1c6989&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3829290074758922939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3829290074758922939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3829290074758922939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3829290074758922939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/01/orientation-camp-video-ftw-d-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-535634109067567553</id><published>2008-01-06T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:38:21.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm back from orientation camp 2008!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll. the experience was definitely worth it; staying up late till 2.30am&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and waking up at 5.15am, nagging at the sec 1s, uniting as a sec 4 batch and the sacrifices we made for our juniors... and lastly, of course, getting dunked &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't want to do a day 1 day 2 day 3 post haha. I'm way too tired.. I didn't really have a class to take care of, but i suppose the class i was closer to was kristian's class of 1A.  It is the sports class, but ironically all the sec 1s inside are quite small! funny guys, nevertheless :D there's this boy called st&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eve that all &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the PSLs kinda liked, including me haha. cos he's super cute hahaha. not that we are gay or anything, but he's seriously very ____. Yup. It's like during the raffles trail, he went to the polo booth and became engrossed looking at the video we put up&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, and he was so excited about it, like 'OH OH he's gonna score! wait wait wait!' but then h&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is psl drags him away. Nvm. Then 30 seconds later he comes running back in and stares at the screen again while his&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; PSL has an exasperated look on his face.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BgSMhR3sI/AAAAAAAAARs/0J89My8Yvkg/s1600-h/05-01-08_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BgSMhR3sI/AAAAAAAAARs/0J89My8Yvkg/s320/05-01-08_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152223839426567874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too bad he's not gonna join polo.. he's going to tennis haha. The other highlight for the camp for me was fright night muhahahahaha. Because it's one of the very few activities that I truly participated in, instead of coordinating everything. Well it's quite obvious that I went to the swimming pool toilets station, since that place is where I grew up i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n since sec 1 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the first part of fright night was totally crap for the swimming pool toilets, so I was quite unhappy cos we are not doing the pool any justice at all. That's where I came in. He. he. he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By then, the swimmers had cleared, so we had a mission to make it as scary as possible. I took out the lightsticks, switched off all the lights, and this was probably the only station that the sec 1s couldn't carry their torchlights in.. because. my word is final. muhahahaha. Oh anw, they were watching incredible tales in the LT before moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; off to the stations in groups of 5. I tell you incredible tales is seriously FUNNY can. The effects are really kinda pathetic. But still, sec 1s being sec 1s, they still screamed like mad haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see how it went huh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First... sec 1s walked to the swimming pool laughing and all cos the other stations weren't that scary, and the effect from the only scary station b4 that (the science block one) was wearing off. I had to act really really solemn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 2. Tell them to stand by the fire extinguisher box and be quiet. Tell them that 'i do not know what went on in your previous stations, but this station is not to be messed with. It is not a place to joke around in because a few years ago, something serious happened in this toilet.' Of course that was a lie -.- hahahahhaa. The effect was even better when some screams are heard after I finished 'something serious happened in this toilet'. Then they will really shudder xD hahahahaha. But of course, because I am suppos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ed to be such a serious person throughout the entire camp, they naturally became quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 3. Surrender your torchlight. Some sec 1s will ask 'why why why!' and i'll just dao them and say, 'this is the last time i am saying this. give me your torchlight.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 4. Step forward. And remember. No matter what happens inside the toilet, you are to stick together and have your objective clear in mind. Find the radi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 5. Open the door and let them in. Slam the door when they are all in. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 6. Enjoy the screams. woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the sec 1s all came out they were like PALE hahhhahaa. I daresay it is probably the scariest or at least, second scariest station :D :D :D  yin rong told me that when the sec 1s went near the cubicles, he would slam the door in their face HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone, esp all of us PSLs were soo tired after the entire fright night. so tired that we just lay on the field and stared into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BmpMhR3tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7liEhIlQkvQ/s1600-h/05-01-08_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BmpMhR3tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7liEhIlQkvQ/s320/05-01-08_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152230831633325778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright. That's all i can type for now.. i think i need to sleep again. ARGHH. but some more picture okay! This is what eugene bought for his class haha. damn nice! and this was our PSL den. kinda describes how busy we were throughout the entire thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4Bo6chR3wI/AAAAAAAAASM/oLEbj2kKlAs/s1600-h/05-01-08_1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4Bo6chR3wI/AAAAAAAAASM/oLEbj2kKlAs/s320/05-01-08_1201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152233327009324802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;style="font-family: trebuchet="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BnSshR3vI/AAAAAAAAASE/9tciGa252IY/s1600-h/05-01-08_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BnSshR3vI/AAAAAAAAASE/9tciGa252IY/s320/05-01-08_1436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152231544597896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. bye! :D &lt;/style="font-family:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-535634109067567553?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/535634109067567553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=535634109067567553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/535634109067567553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/535634109067567553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-from-orientation-camp-2008-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R4BgSMhR3sI/AAAAAAAAARs/0J89My8Yvkg/s72-c/05-01-08_1208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2213886267134190390</id><published>2007-12-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:05:01.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;pictures from registration day!&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R20JYXJUJiI/AAAAAAAAARc/5MpBCU9FBJA/s1600-h/21-12-07_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R20JYXJUJiI/AAAAAAAAARc/5MpBCU9FBJA/s320/21-12-07_0818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146780263288940066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember being like that in sec 1 too, but just that the queue was much longer xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R20JYnJUJjI/AAAAAAAAARk/dfNkEb2BdKc/s1600-h/21-12-07_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R20JYnJUJjI/AAAAAAAAARk/dfNkEb2BdKc/s320/21-12-07_1519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146780267583907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; registration day went pretty well for us, except that the Biba &amp;amp; Baba shops had huge problems again haha. I guess, it's more or less tradition, since they always don't want to send more guys down to help us. Oh well! But the school staff are very impressed :D That's a good thing. The best in so many years. Nicely done, guys. I was seriously very tired at the end of the day; woke up at 9.30 today (i usually wake up at 8.45 or 9..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Christmas is coming up! Luckily I fought for leaving my 24th open so that I can enjoy my christmas eve .. Zong yi almost wanted to use it for main camp &gt;&lt;  like who on earth will turn up la please. But currently. I still don't know what to do on that day. Maybe study? in the night there's a bbq. sighh. I am so bored now. cos i have no one to talk to online, i played cs until i'm quite sick of it now, and there's not much to do for orientation camp now; the package is settled and registration day's just over. oh oh. i like this quote from the FMA book er ge bought for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the busier you are, the more you want to do something else.'&lt;br /&gt;It's soo friggin true man. i guess, i shall just finish up my du2 zhe2 report for now. i'll think about what to do later ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2213886267134190390?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2213886267134190390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2213886267134190390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2213886267134190390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2213886267134190390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures-from-registration-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R20JYXJUJiI/AAAAAAAAARc/5MpBCU9FBJA/s72-c/21-12-07_0818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3192388141904780341</id><published>2007-12-20T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:27:57.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days passing and flying just like that. It was like just the start of the holidays not too long ago.. and now it's close to 2008. Yesterday, we had t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he briefing for the sec 1 registration, which is gonna be tomorrow, and I jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t felt that tingling sense of nostalgia. Our PSLs, four years ago, were p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;robably si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tting in the same LT, talking about the same thing. And now it's our turn! (of course, I never guessed that the orientation packages were pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ed by them too :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLIHJUJfI/AAAAAAAAARE/j03Jeo9lQkU/s1600-h/19-12-07_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLIHJUJfI/AAAAAAAAARE/j03Jeo9lQkU/s320/19-12-07_1353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145937758209189362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope all these will be worth it in the end though :D and i think i finally realise how badly Mrs Lim felt when she said 'do you know how hard the PSLs and I were planning for you since October last year?!!' in our sec 1 ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Yea. It's hard. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the banner rocks right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLRHJUJgI/AAAAAAAAARM/ecXmnKIgj6g/s1600-h/19-12-07_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLRHJUJgI/AAAAAAAAARM/ecXmnKIgj6g/s320/19-12-07_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145937912828012034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLRXJUJhI/AAAAAAAAARU/yfbEXvmx53s/s1600-h/19-12-07_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLRXJUJhI/AAAAAAAAARU/yfbEXvmx53s/s320/19-12-07_1230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145937917122979346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really can't wait for 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to come, unlike most people :P I know, I know, the work is gonna be hell of a killer, but there will be so many interesting things! Tmr i will be getting a short preview of what it is gonna be like, seeing all our new sec 1s and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know whenever there's something really really exciting that is gonna happen, there will be this very short period of time when everything is blank and you get to stone for a while? Yeaaa i'm doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Because tomorrow after registration is done, then we have so much planning to do for the other parts. Sigh but I hope none of our PSLs will decide to screw up and do a stupid thing... Nvm. nothing like that will happen :D don't stop, never give up huh! hahahaha. this is probably like the ultimate happy song lol! and check out this sign! kinda rocks right. :D kayyy. i've got to go now. see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oK7XJUJeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GFK0mges2Pc/s1600-h/06-12-07_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oK7XJUJeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GFK0mges2Pc/s320/06-12-07_1206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145937539165857250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3192388141904780341?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3192388141904780341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3192388141904780341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3192388141904780341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3192388141904780341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-passing-and-flying-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R2oLIHJUJfI/AAAAAAAAARE/j03Jeo9lQkU/s72-c/19-12-07_1353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3309485464981822301</id><published>2007-12-17T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:30:57.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri"&gt; presenting....an epic classic battle of lame brains and lee yida. enjoy :D he's talking about fighters' club on facebook by the way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;eh yuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;jump for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;jump for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;i am jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;yea i am jumping now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;jump for all 9 fights ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;how many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;jump at the last minute hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;last 30 second also can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;especially the pranav one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;he got jumpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe about 20 cred of jumpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;the shannin one also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;and u can support my moodie one hes free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;what kind of jump you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;the valerie also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;star jump or what jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;**** you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;woeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;**** you jump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;that's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;u go die la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;jump ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;11plus plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;to 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuda! says:&lt;br /&gt;yea i am doing star jumps now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS AT MIDNIGHT says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3309485464981822301?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3309485464981822301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3309485464981822301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3309485464981822301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3309485464981822301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6075882894047472496</id><published>2007-12-17T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:42:58.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; oh gosh. just screw the weather man. But i must still be proud of myself. this is the first time since the holidays started -- okay wait. i didn't even have holidays -.- --, that I caught a cold. It just makes you feel real lousy. Let me describe how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you are doing some work, and then there's this itch in your nose that just keeps irritating you.. then the next thing is, the itch spreads to your eyeballs and you start rubbing your eyes furiously. GRAA. Third phase - one of your nostrils starts calling out for help cos the mucus is building up, and when it starts crying, it's gonna be a problem. Fourth! The OTHER nostril gets a choke and struggles to breathe, but it can't! Oh man. So what is the solution when one is blocked and the other's crying? Use your mouth to breathe. Do remember that while all these are happening the itch just gets sooo irritating you feel like ripping your eyes and nose apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, then you will be struggling and struggling until you can't take it anymore and decide to stop whatever you were doing. Well for me, I dealt with my problem by drinking LEMSIP. HAHA. for the first time in my life i tried it; i bought the pack to bring to India in case I catch a cold there (but i didn't :D). And I know why they say there's lemon and honey in it now xD it's just SUPER BITTER laaa! I can really imagine the faces of the people who drank it when it first appeared on the shelves. They will drink it... then from &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; :D :D &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; O: O: &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally to  &gt;&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, it actually works okay! 良药苦口 huh? and here comes phase number five: go back to what you were doing before the attack came. and i'm gonna do that now :D   see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--   hahaha. okay but the thing is it actually works. HMM. 良药苦口  huh! hahahaha. enough. You know what? Here comes phase number 5: go back to what you were doing! i'm gonna do just that now :D see ya. &lt;/font="calibri"--&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6075882894047472496?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6075882894047472496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6075882894047472496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6075882894047472496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6075882894047472496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/d-d-o-o-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5844131767133731565</id><published>2007-12-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:41:14.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because the heart never lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    some people laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and some people cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and some people live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and some people die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;some people run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;right into the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and some people hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;their every desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but we are the lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if you don't believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then just look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cos the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;some people fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and some people fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;others pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;they don't care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if you wanna fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'll stand there beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the day that you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'll be there behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to pick up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if you don't believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then just look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cos the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;woaaahhhhhhhahhhahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;woaaahhhhhhhahhhahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;another year over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and we're still together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's not always easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i'm here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we are the lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i know you believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when you look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cos the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we are the lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i know you believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when you look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cos the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh oh ohhhh oh ohhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;woaaaahh ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;another year over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and we're still together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's not always easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ohh but i'm here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YEAH we are the lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i know you believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when you look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cos the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cos the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because the heart never lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this song PWNNSS. hahahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5844131767133731565?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5844131767133731565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5844131767133731565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5844131767133731565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5844131767133731565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/because-heart-never-lies.html' title='because the heart never lies'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1512356109089990403</id><published>2007-12-13T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:47:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; okay i had enough la. totally. my comp's woofer system finally gave up and went chao ta. screwed up piece of crap made me do trial and error configurations for 3 YEARS. THREE YEARS can you believe it. go ahead man, i am more than happy to see you die. nyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1512356109089990403?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1512356109089990403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1512356109089990403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1512356109089990403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1512356109089990403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-i-had-enough-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8572745187722098566</id><published>2007-12-11T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:14:45.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey heyyy! Kieran and I made a re&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ally special story&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; this morning while at the PB exco meeting. Okay  actually you aren't suppo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ed&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; t&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; ma&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;k&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e st&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ories&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; durin&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;g&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; exco meetings, but i suppose the welfare department can be excused h&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uh :D w&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e a&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;re the&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; fun people oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so here goes...&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There was this group of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15XqOAiUYI/AAAAAAAAANs/ncW7oeJRWMI/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 22px; height: 30px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15XqOAiUYI/AAAAAAAAANs/ncW7oeJRWMI/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142644207330152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;es who had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15X9-AiUZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l65vpHzWCjE/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 62px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15X9-AiUZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/l65vpHzWCjE/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142644546632569234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. They did a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15YV-AiUaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ylrbRMv4W3w/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 31px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15YV-AiUaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ylrbRMv4W3w/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142644958949429666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and later got lost on  an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15d7uAiUbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xO4uhyh3tqE/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 25px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15d7uAiUbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xO4uhyh3tqE/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651105047630258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. They had to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15eTOAiUcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dazhKkiPx3g/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 66px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15eTOAiUcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dazhKkiPx3g/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651508774556098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(s) on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15eneAiUdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rl1ZH5265Ek/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 95px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15eneAiUdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Rl1ZH5265Ek/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651856666907090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; of life. Suddenly, they spotted a ship moored on a ruined port and sought to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15e1eAiUeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/r-pzudxK1K4/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 57px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15e1eAiUeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/r-pzudxK1K4/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652097185075682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They then pimped their ride ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15fFuAiUfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YMzqdBhO8Ys/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 69px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15fFuAiUfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YMzqdBhO8Ys/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652376357949938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;) by bringing it to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15fVeAiUgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ghQ_waFAv10/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 49px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15fVeAiUgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ghQ_waFAv10/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652646940889602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; that they had set up, and gave it an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15fquAiUhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8TgSNjgvkyc/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 43px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15fquAiUhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8TgSNjgvkyc/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142653012013109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. It was tough, but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15h7-AiUjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1-3avMhq_5U/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 67px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15h7-AiUjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1-3avMhq_5U/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142655507389108786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;came only at night, when nothing but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15iOOAiUkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bL-JVRar79E/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 28px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15iOOAiUkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bL-JVRar79E/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142655820921721410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; mattered. Fortunately, it was only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15jxeAiUlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CRBnMTy8EH4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 155px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15jxeAiUlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CRBnMTy8EH4/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142657526023737938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(HAHAHAHAHA). The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15kHuAiUmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Mp1pnBSlAvQ/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 75px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15kHuAiUmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Mp1pnBSlAvQ/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142657908275827298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; decided to hunt all the beasts down in a fight of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onairprompting.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Man_Vs_Beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 71px;" src="http://www.onairprompting.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Man_Vs_Beast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15mPOAiUoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DKUqqW7MhRk/s1600-h/28weeksLaterPreview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15mPOAiUoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DKUqqW7MhRk/s320/28weeksLaterPreview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142660236148101762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, the leader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://game-shows.chris-place.com/shows/millionaire/images/millionaire-logo-medium.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 117px;" src="http://game-shows.chris-place.com/shows/millionaire/images/millionaire-logo-medium.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, suggested selling the ship to the U.S Navy so that they can use it in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.extremebootcamp.com/images/home/ext_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 69px;" src="http://www.extremebootcamp.com/images/home/ext_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Halfway through their journey back home, they found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.fortunecity.com/theweakestlink/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 118px;" src="http://members.fortunecity.com/theweakestlink/logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in a part of their ship that might cause them to die. With only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15njOAiUpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/EltHVZyPbK8/s1600-h/24logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 64px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15njOAiUpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/EltHVZyPbK8/s320/24logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142661679257113234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hours left, the heroes broke a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://barcodevic.com/photo%27s/guiness_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 139px;" src="http://barcodevic.com/photo%27s/guiness_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by sailing in record time, but they did not succeed in saving themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boxofficereport.com/images/2004/tomorrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 67px;" src="http://www.boxofficereport.com/images/2004/tomorrow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, they realized that they were going smack into  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15oluAiUqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1vqtL4rw4WY/s1600-h/24logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 52px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15oluAiUqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1vqtL4rw4WY/s320/24logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142662821718413986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. To console themselves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15qAuAiUrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dbe3a2I0EcI/s1600-h/sytycd-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15qAuAiUrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dbe3a2I0EcI/s320/sytycd-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142664385086509746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and thus they held a short 'Ship Idol' competition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/Montreal/photos/just_for_laughs_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 93px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/Montreal/photos/just_for_laughs_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; before their last moments. It really seemed like they were in the scariest movie in the storm, but fret not, for it was not long before they joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15wtuAiUtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jUDhWtAOhxI/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15wtuAiUtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jUDhWtAOhxI/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142671755250389714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15wIeAiUsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S-5qOYrecQY/s1600-h/heroes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15wIeAiUsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S-5qOYrecQY/s320/heroes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142671115300262594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hehe. check out the edited pics! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8572745187722098566?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8572745187722098566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8572745187722098566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8572745187722098566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8572745187722098566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-heyyy-kieran-and-i-made-re-ally.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R15XqOAiUYI/AAAAAAAAANs/ncW7oeJRWMI/s72-c/heroes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3745195081422252470</id><published>2007-12-10T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:29:39.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; more designing work :D but this time i kinda koped yi wei's designs and modified them oops :P  but OH WELL. we are all PSLs! working as one. so it's OUR design hehe.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R10USuAiUWI/AAAAAAAAANc/iA7fjbah21I/s1600-h/pencilcase.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R10USuAiUWI/AAAAAAAAANc/iA7fjbah21I/s320/pencilcase.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142288661347455330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pencil case for the orientation 2008 package! yiwei's still doing some tweaks to the shades of grey because they aren't the same. but it looks damn sleek right! and it's the PU material that you find on the billabong and ripcurl pencil cases! woots. but it's not that confirmed yet. we may still get the pencil case's material to be the normal one... those that you find on the OP ones :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3745195081422252470?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3745195081422252470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3745195081422252470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3745195081422252470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3745195081422252470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-designing-work-d-but-this-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R10USuAiUWI/AAAAAAAAANc/iA7fjbah21I/s72-c/pencilcase.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5444056512677187265</id><published>2007-12-04T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:22:58.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Do the following without any complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Choose 5 people to do this after you complete yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Leave a tag on the person's tagboard saying he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Alternatively, IM the person on MSN/AOL/windows live/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Start your post with: &lt;u&gt;I have been tagged!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourites&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colour:&lt;/b&gt; Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food:&lt;/b&gt; Drunken Prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie:&lt;/b&gt; The Prestige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sport:&lt;/b&gt; Waterpolo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day:&lt;/b&gt; Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Season:&lt;/b&gt; Winter? Because there's no winter here NYEAHHH. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ice-cream:&lt;/b&gt; I cannot eat ice-creams. &gt; &lt; but for now it's...choc chips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clothes:&lt;/b&gt; Arena black shorts with a really worn out shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desktop:&lt;/b&gt; Don't judge a comp by its cover. Has a decent cover, but it's one power-packed monster on the inside :D it's modified. so i shall not bother to say all the cool stuff it has :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time:&lt;/b&gt; 10.36pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surrounding:&lt;/b&gt; Two books on human anatomy, handphone, a whole stack of CD-Rs, chinese textbook 4A T.T; guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Annoyance:&lt;/b&gt; my STUPID STOMACHACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firsts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; __._&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie:&lt;/b&gt; The furthest back that i can remember is robocop HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crush:&lt;/b&gt; not saying. nyeahhh. but it was from tuition. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lie:&lt;/b&gt; i didn't lie :D :D :D did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Backstreet Boys - Larger than life. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lasts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink:&lt;/b&gt; Honey water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Car Ride:&lt;/b&gt; 10 hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crush:&lt;/b&gt; erhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CD Played:&lt;/b&gt; Jay Chou's November Chopin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dated one of your best friends:&lt;/b&gt; ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken the law:&lt;/b&gt; even if i have, i'm not saying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been arrested:&lt;/b&gt; yea sure i did take a rest just now X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been on TV:&lt;/b&gt; css2? and a couple of times before too i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed someone you don't know:&lt;/b&gt; haven't got my first kiss yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Randoms&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things you are good at:&lt;/b&gt; Making people go lame, skating, getting stomachaches,  getting JACKED, sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 things you have done today:&lt;/b&gt; Got myself a real bad stomachache, watched War of the Worlds (BACTERIA FTW!!), went to one of the lousiest performed trainings i have ever had, did this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 things you hear right now:&lt;/b&gt; my mom's nagging voice, my brother's nagging voice... my inner self. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people to tag: &lt;/span&gt;jonlim, jianxiong, theodore, shanzhi and jo ou&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5444056512677187265?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5444056512677187265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5444056512677187265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5444056512677187265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5444056512677187265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-873863682545010641</id><published>2007-12-03T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:17:28.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style="font-family: style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i don't know if this is normal; but suddenly I miss school a lot. Perhaps it's because I'm an 'I' in nature huh? I need to interact with people to be normal! I am a people person. I need to talk to friends! GRAA. And now everyone is either missing, or they are &lt;style="font-family:&gt;overseas. T.T so siann. and therefore, here is where a blog comes in useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I went to my cousin's wedding at Shang-Ri La and it was probably the first wedding I went to since I came to RI.. I cannot remember much of the previous weddings I went to in primary school. It's just fuzzy. The food was good, but then they should p&lt;style="font-family:&gt;lace the dish in the center instead of serving us! Okay if it's supposed to be the high class type of service, I rather be middle class and serve myself la. It's like my two bros and me were so hungry last night. Then guess what. WE ASKED FOR RICE. hahahahahahaha! The guy was so stunned :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter: 'yes, can i help you?'&lt;br /&gt;my bro: 'umm. Excuse me; do you serve rice here?'&lt;br /&gt;waiter: -pauses for 2 seconds- 'rice.' -pauses for another 2 seconds- 'okay rice. well we do serve rice here. hang on.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walks away stunned-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD hahhahahahahaa. they did that cos they went for the standard chartered marathon in the morning and were like hungry for carbo the rest of the day &gt;&lt; They got 22nd and 23rd placing okay! But i can't run for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: I don't know if this is normal, but I liked the white roses I saw last night a lot haha. They were just so elegant! The petals are probably the softest things in nature that I have ever touched okayy. But it's sad that they will die after a while. Or we can put them in pillows or sth! Then we can have super soft disposable 'rose petal pillows' HAHA. okay this is boringgg. i shall go stone around now..&lt;/style="font-family:&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R1P__OAiUVI/AAAAAAAAANU/7QO_aJ8z8fg/s1600-R/02-12-07_2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R1P__OAiUVI/AAAAAAAAANU/xMUocZQFFVc/s320/02-12-07_2323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139733061317054802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/style="font-family:&gt;&lt;/style="font-family:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-873863682545010641?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/873863682545010641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=873863682545010641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/873863682545010641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/873863682545010641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-if-this-is-normal-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R1P__OAiUVI/AAAAAAAAANU/xMUocZQFFVc/s72-c/02-12-07_2323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8210319900414031247</id><published>2007-11-30T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:29:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;back with more photos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaK0W8HI/AAAAAAAAAME/o86Ob3v_Pf4/s1600-R/IMG_2631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaK0W8HI/AAAAAAAAAME/aoYE2horT2w/s320/IMG_2631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138574639061463154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh man. the taj mahal's really bright you know. it's completely white! &gt; &lt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaa0W8II/AAAAAAAAAMM/YpYbwJZFTfE/s1600-R/IMG_2645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaa0W8II/AAAAAAAAAMM/BsqRYxd0j20/s320/IMG_2645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138574643356430466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with some of the Apeejay guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaa0W8JI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BJImBgB6KlM/s1600-R/IMG_2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaa0W8JI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JXEmpUIMeYg/s320/IMG_2655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138574643356430482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone in front of the gate of the Taj Mahal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaq0W8KI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lDUTBRLHZP8/s1600-R/IMG_2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaq0W8KI/AAAAAAAAAMc/McL0ZhbPV9c/s320/IMG_2706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138574647651397794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumpshots FTW!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaq0W8LI/AAAAAAAAAMk/dA5C0KNX6GM/s1600-R/IMG_2733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaq0W8LI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wlUCSUeOXwA/s320/IMG_2733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138574647651397810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;Under the roofs of the Taj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lJa0W8QI/AAAAAAAAANM/hYZ9FdyqhfE/s1600-R/PICT0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lJa0W8QI/AAAAAAAAANM/xqo4rbULXaw/s320/PICT0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138577649833537794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver that fetches me home aft sch everyday &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lI60W8PI/AAAAAAAAANE/ew-D22PPWDs/s1600-R/PICT0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lI60W8PI/AAAAAAAAANE/rz4sRkDdb3o/s320/PICT0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138577641243603186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;the hostel guys! they are one nice bunch of guys :D and check out my monkey shirt!&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lIq0W8OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ExOvjeBraK8/s1600-R/PICT0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lIq0W8OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pJ3PLiXOZJY/s320/PICT0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138577636948635874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;burn babeh burnnn.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lIa0W8NI/AAAAAAAAAM0/URIKd33h6Ug/s1600-R/PICT0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lIa0W8NI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wOadQENvClI/s320/PICT0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138577632653668562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kawaiiii w0Rhxx.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lH60W8MI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A6Ws9LlxCaA/s1600-R/IMG_2815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_lH60W8MI/AAAAAAAAAMs/krt1k-kkoVA/s320/IMG_2815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138577624063733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we did this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a fun trip! I may be posting more photos once the other guys put up the photos on their cameras :D see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8210319900414031247?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8210319900414031247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8210319900414031247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8210319900414031247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8210319900414031247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-with-more-photos-d-me-with-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0_iaK0W8HI/AAAAAAAAAME/aoYE2horT2w/s72-c/IMG_2631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3241845100398521791</id><published>2007-11-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:58:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a stomach flu just two days back, but i'm back to normal now! yay. they brought me to a doctor... yup! i kinda spent that entire day sleeping. I will be typing out my entire journal soon, so whoever wants to read it can. It's kinda long-winded though. I think i'll die typing it &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday we went to Taj Mahal, but the thing is, i didn't bring my camera because i dropped it on my buddy's father's friend's car the other day when i just vomitted out of the car. Got it back now! And fret not we took lots of crazy photos with all the cameras we had when we were at Taj Mahal so it will be up here when i go back to singapore :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well well. today's the 23rd of november! Just 3 more days left here in India... I can't wait to go back to singapore :) i wanna taste the zhu1 rou4 zhou1 again, the chicken rice, the char kuay teow (okay maybe not this one &gt;&lt;) and all the normal foods i had! RAWR. and i get to watch 2 movies on singapore airlines again. hehe. but i will miss this family here. SIGH. all the cute cute cousins, friendly chachus and chachis. oh well! all good things come to an end. won't be something that i will forget anytime soon. okay. PICTURES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wyk60W8CI/AAAAAAAAALc/jqUZnS5fC1g/s1600-h/PICT0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135707297419816994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wyk60W8CI/AAAAAAAAALc/jqUZnS5fC1g/s320/PICT0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wylq0W8DI/AAAAAAAAALk/EWCfJzDH6g0/s1600-h/PICT0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135707310304718898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wylq0W8DI/AAAAAAAAALk/EWCfJzDH6g0/s320/PICT0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wyna0W8EI/AAAAAAAAALs/QkdL-VAefMQ/s1600-h/PICT0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135707340369489986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wyna0W8EI/AAAAAAAAALs/QkdL-VAefMQ/s320/PICT0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0WyoK0W8FI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x9P81OP2KgI/s1600-h/PICT0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135707353254391890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0WyoK0W8FI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x9P81OP2KgI/s320/PICT0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right at the top we had druth! tushar's maternal cousin. I went to take the amusement park rides with him haha. then we have erpit! the cute little cousin who can't speak much yet :D i'm not gay or anything, but he's just adorable laa. esp when he smiles! the third pic: this dude here. he has HIGH potential to become a superb rally driver. SERIOUSLY. if some manager sees my blog you better look for this guy. he is super duper powderful mann. last pic! india gate. nice background? :D sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and! this one's found in garima and tushar's bedroom; doesn't apply much to tushar but i guess it helps garima a lot hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;okay that's all for now! bye bye :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135709745551175778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0W0za0W8GI/AAAAAAAAAL8/T0EketUVuJQ/s320/PICT0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3241845100398521791?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3241845100398521791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3241845100398521791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3241845100398521791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3241845100398521791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-blog-d-yesterday-we-went-to-taj.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/R0Wyk60W8CI/AAAAAAAAALc/jqUZnS5fC1g/s72-c/PICT0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-791669114500461741</id><published>2007-11-16T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:58:25.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am sitting right in India now and blogging :D hahahaha. MWAHAHAHAHAHAH. finally got it after 5 days of waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well i must say that so far all has been pretty good! For the first three days I stayed in the hostel together with the boarders and it was a really good experience :D well mr mag, I can answer your question now! The last time i did something for the first time was during this week, when i washed myself using water filled in a bucket! well i suppose pictures speak a thousand words, so i'll let the pictures do the talking! :D :D see they even have fireballs!! hahahahha :D playing the PSP, with my buddy's big funny dad who dances to tunes on the FM when driving us to sch in the morning... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133420416313257986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Sq60W8AI/AAAAAAAAALM/LXftLZ10zUQ/s320/PICT0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2StK0W8BI/AAAAAAAAALU/MXkNL7MambI/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133420454967963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2StK0W8BI/AAAAAAAAALU/MXkNL7MambI/s320/PICT0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Ojq0W76I/AAAAAAAAAKg/1a5EZFmIXx4/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415893712695202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Ojq0W76I/AAAAAAAAAKg/1a5EZFmIXx4/s320/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2OkK0W77I/AAAAAAAAAKo/h_tNKW13mJ0/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415902302629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2OkK0W77I/AAAAAAAAAKo/h_tNKW13mJ0/s320/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Ol60W78I/AAAAAAAAAKw/PaDbYCyxah8/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415932367400898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Ol60W78I/AAAAAAAAAKw/PaDbYCyxah8/s320/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2On60W79I/AAAAAAAAAK4/GRRUM7hVWf0/s1600-h/PICT0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415966727139282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2On60W79I/AAAAAAAAAK4/GRRUM7hVWf0/s320/PICT0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Opa0W7-I/AAAAAAAAALA/K9lkDKCPkbY/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133415992496943074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Opa0W7-I/AAAAAAAAALA/K9lkDKCPkbY/s320/PICT0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay perhaps i'll be back with more pictures.. see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-791669114500461741?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/791669114500461741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=791669114500461741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/791669114500461741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/791669114500461741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-sitting-right-in-india-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rz2Sq60W8AI/AAAAAAAAALM/LXftLZ10zUQ/s72-c/PICT0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-653320556230833254</id><published>2007-11-12T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:00:57.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezuqQ1vGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vo_dTG3f-FY/s1600-h/catlaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezuqQ1vGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vo_dTG3f-FY/s320/catlaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131767914612243554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezZqQ1vDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dofkpYOG9KQ/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezZqQ1vDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dofkpYOG9KQ/s320/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131767553834990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezbKQ1vEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DRP14Ci-2nM/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezbKQ1vEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DRP14Ci-2nM/s320/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131767579604794434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezbaQ1vFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7hvoy2JRzVs/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezbaQ1vFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7hvoy2JRzVs/s320/PICT0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131767583899761746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; just before i leavee :D i'll put some pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love raffles! love it a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-653320556230833254?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/653320556230833254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=653320556230833254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/653320556230833254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/653320556230833254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-before-i-leavee-d-ill-put-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzezuqQ1vGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vo_dTG3f-FY/s72-c/catlaugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2819571967916468676</id><published>2007-11-06T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:18:19.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; about time i updated my dying blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to India, New Delhi! Well I'm kinda looking forward to it, because of a few reasons... Firstly i can watch lots of movies on board the plane, or play games! Secondly, India is like a place I haven't been to in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my life, and we are going to Taj Mahal, one of the seven wonders as well, so it's pretty exciting. Thirdly, haven't been flying around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for quite some time, so yea the feeling's pretty good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lots of things during the past few days, including a new deuter bag, three pairs of track pants, and another pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know this is weird.. but i'm getting this very sick feeling. Most of my friends have left for their countries already. I wonder if w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e are going to die next time, will it be like that too? One by one. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;H. I have to push a meeting later tomorrow because it clashes with my training as well as my OIP meeting. Totally sucks. And i have to compile the stupid availability list. Suddenly i totally look forward to the trip you know. Just get to relieve myself of EVERYTHING. sighh. but yea i wouldn't be able to talk to two VIPs. Unless there's a computer at the host family's home =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my design for the orientation camp! Hope it gets accepted haha :D 'Lassair' is a celtic word for flame and yea we have the tagline too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzBpjdR2NMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/06gxWDnFZOc/s1600-h/try_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzBpjdR2NMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/06gxWDnFZOc/s320/try_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129716033450816706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2819571967916468676?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2819571967916468676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2819571967916468676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2819571967916468676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2819571967916468676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/11/about-time-i-updated-my-dying-blog-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RzBpjdR2NMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/06gxWDnFZOc/s72-c/try_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-6707295419545729820</id><published>2007-10-28T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:41:01.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;heyy rafflesians! here's your final handbook cover design :D plus some previews of the pages that i haven't confirmed with miss sim yet... this is killing me. and my social life. AHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpmnzuAUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oexwHD8w_jo/s1600-h/A5+size.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpmnzuAUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oexwHD8w_jo/s320/A5+size.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126056913119609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpoXzuAVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g0du_7FjBqs/s1600-h/contentspage.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpoXzuAVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g0du_7FjBqs/s320/contentspage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126056943184380242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNppnzuAWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cTbWO2dCyXs/s1600-h/particulars_page.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNppnzuAWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cTbWO2dCyXs/s320/particulars_page.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126056964659216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpqnzuAXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LGKSA0wOSqA/s1600-h/weektemplateleft.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpqnzuAXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LGKSA0wOSqA/s320/weektemplateleft.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126056981839085938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNprnzuAYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KD90xZY-8f0/s1600-h/weektemplateright.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNprnzuAYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KD90xZY-8f0/s320/weektemplateright.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126056999018955138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-6707295419545729820?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/6707295419545729820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=6707295419545729820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6707295419545729820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/6707295419545729820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/heyy-rafflesians-heres-your-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RyNpmnzuAUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oexwHD8w_jo/s72-c/A5+size.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4311817277918547366</id><published>2007-10-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:09:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-eoy fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yo world. I'm back. Now bigger and better than before. Haahahahhaa sounds familiar eh. Yeaaa! Rafflesian Spotlight! This Friday at 7pm! Guys you must go okay :D  Well... Exams are over now and i've gotten my results back. My GPA is maintained! Or in fact, improved actually. I don't know now because i haven't gotten my chinese GPA. If it's a 3.2, then it will be maintained, but if it is a 3.6, which is quite unlikely, it will improve haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i don't really care about results now! I've got lots of things in my head now. First i'm working on the design for ri handbook. This is already giving me a headache la please. I tell some people (yes some people) to give me quotes, and what? I only have like 7 out of 70 that i'm supposed to get. Best. And i tell another 2 guys to help me with the design; I end up soloing the cover. I've got a feeling i am gonna do the same for the rest of the book, but oh well, it also means that in the section 'credits', there will only be one big big name there. You know what it is huh? X)     Here's the cover, which i am still confirming with Miss Sim... It's not in A5 format nor proper definition, but it has the basic design. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/Finalcover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/Finalcover.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Second. Mr Lim Zong Yi really made me the camp commandant with Said. Okay. Not too bad, luckily he gave me Said :D   Not too bad eh. But it still means there's a hell lot for me to do &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4311817277918547366?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4311817277918547366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4311817277918547366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4311817277918547366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4311817277918547366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-eoy-fever.html' title='post-eoy fever.'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2987082438201510829</id><published>2007-10-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; okay thanks jianxiong :D now i can post 2 photos haha.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RxodDZvElzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4Rt9PA7nCgc/s1600-h/1018_122138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RxodDZvElzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4Rt9PA7nCgc/s320/1018_122138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439470372493106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RxodDpvEl0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/o_Ej-BoP9_w/s1600-h/1018_122201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RxodDpvEl0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/o_Ej-BoP9_w/s320/1018_122201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439474667460418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;stupid rain. now everyone's emoing. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2987082438201510829?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2987082438201510829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2987082438201510829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2987082438201510829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2987082438201510829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-thanks-jianxiong-d-now-i-can-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RxodDZvElzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4Rt9PA7nCgc/s72-c/1018_122138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8388556967153475489</id><published>2007-10-20T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:16:49.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hey everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging again! because i am feeling very blank now haha. First I am sitting in my chair waiting for ching whye to reply to me; kinda wondering if i should go out, and even if i wish to, HOW i am going to do that &gt; &lt;  it has been raining really hard these few days and if it does rain later I am gonna be very sian. read on, and you will know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was marking day, so everyone wasn't supposed to go to school, but I still had to go to school together with another hundred guys or so because of some briefing for the overseas immersion programme. It was a waste of our time, seriously! Except for the part in the afternoon where we planned a little. Took all the way from 8am to 5pm. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we came back to school! Okay dang. i can't rmb what happened on wednesday, except that i had a really hard time at training because it was my first training in weeks. sighhh. And you can imagine that on thursday morning my arms were aching really badly already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. aka soccer day. Played soccer the entire day. Like seriously, from 8.45 till about 5pm. I was super dumb la, lost 3 balls into the goal. And that means i am not fit to be a keeper. Later on i tried to redeem myself and go be a defender instead, fortunately i really did haha. I think. Well at least no goals went in! After thursday it was my LEGS that were aching. Yea they are still aching. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday! Luckily we have no more soccer. whew. This time we had PSL training. I tell you this is like a COMPLETE waste of my time. Could have used the time to do up the entire handbook design. They taught us things that we already knew, things like being kind and understanding as a PSL, rephrasing your sentences such that they don't sound so intimidating and all. I mean, i do that as my JOB in RIPB my dear. They should have just excluded all the prefects from the PSL thing la seriously. Actually they should have just done away with the entire workshop altogether cos all the things are just common sense. Okay. i shall not flame them anymore. Appreciate your effort though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night we went to seoul garden to eat! But it cost me like THIRTY BUCKS. THIRTY BUCKS can you believe it. wth wth wth. I wouldn't say it was worth it, but since I don't really eat there at all (ytd was the second time in my life i ate in seoul garden), i suppose it isn't too bad. My heart is still aching man, already asked for so much money for the OIP india fees. And today i am gonna go out again. HAIIIIII. bad son. i am a bad son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, if you want pictures you can go to shawn lee tat chern's blog. haha i think he hasn't put them up yet, so just wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that kinda proves the point that I am like really super tired now. arms, back, legs, and quite importantly, my brain aching badly. And i've just got the sms: i am going out. oh well. this is kinda like the first time i feel sian when i get to go out. amazing. it's not your fault guys, it's just that i am really very tired. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8388556967153475489?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8388556967153475489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8388556967153475489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8388556967153475489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8388556967153475489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-luckily-we-have-no-more-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-2454342658727560107</id><published>2007-10-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T14:41:08.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Finally. I am in the mood to blog! Not that I want to, but I don't have much of a choice. At my grandpa's house and my uncle's computer unfortunately is not the best computer to play games on; so i shall blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First! Life is really carefree for me now, but I can see the next big wave building up right now. It will crash on me soon enough, and soon enough equals next week. Well, that's the life of a prefect, isn't it? Of course, I kinda welcome these activities. I totally cannot imagine myself playing counter-strike or sith lords 2 every single day; it's madness! I will probably drop and die like all the crazy gamers. Alright. Since i have all the time in the world to do anything I want now, let's just see what's ahead for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Moor house exco and planning for 2008&lt;br /&gt;2) RIPB&lt;br /&gt;        a. Making the masterplan 2008&lt;br /&gt;        b. Welfare dpt plans&lt;br /&gt;         c. Raffles Handbook 08'&lt;br /&gt;3) Polo trainings, polo trainings and more polo trainings&lt;br /&gt;4) Orientation camp: mr dhp is threatening to make me camp commandant T.T = stress stress. STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;5) Raffles International Conference 2008. Forgot the name &gt;&lt; but one thing: shanzhi appears to be super excited and looking forward to working with rgpb. Like he gets high when talking about it. But i can tell he is trying very hard to suppress it. Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Seems pretty fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i better cherish the rest of my 20 years or sth, because we are all gonna perish during the time range of 2030 to 2050. ggxx. Read this, it's really interesting:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.earthmatrix.com/impact_asteroids.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, it says an asteroid Apophix is gonna whack us during that time period, according to calculations by some ancient Mayan ppl PLUS NASA scientists. And it says that the Great Pyramid of Giza may have been built to warn us, the later generations of this huge asteroid that's gonna kill us all. Well okay. 2 thirds of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have lost the drive to blog :D bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-2454342658727560107?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/2454342658727560107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=2454342658727560107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2454342658727560107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/2454342658727560107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-one-thing-shanzhi-appears-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1788499456192655613</id><published>2007-10-13T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:05:00.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Omg i can't believe this. EXAMS ARE OVER. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means. counterstrike. counterstrike. and more counterstrike. Well. I reformatted my dear hard drive it is quite irritating now cos this authentication thing keeps popping up and I cannot play cs because of that. haiii. So i go play sith lords 2! and i am heavily aligned towards the dark side now :D besides those two, i just start spamming ppl with superpokes on facebook. kinda sian actually. Then i have to settle the orientation package, moor house, ripb exco on top of all the polo trainings &gt; &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost a sec 4. AHHH. Super scary. Okay i really can't blog much now :P i am not in the mood to do that! play play play. woots. BYEBYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1788499456192655613?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1788499456192655613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1788499456192655613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1788499456192655613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1788499456192655613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-almost-sec-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-814400489637722588</id><published>2007-10-11T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:55:01.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It is with utmost regret that I inform the world that my dear D Drive will be undergoing a brainwash to clear up all the junk in him. From 80 GB, he has been taking a whole lot of junk including games and work from me for the past 2 years, which has caused him to be on the verge of overloading with just 4.71GB of space left as of today. As such, I shall be giving him a thorough brainwash tomorrow. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just sucks man. I hate reformatting drives! Means that I have to install all over again... HAIII. And the worst thing is i cannot bring my full metal alchemist over. oh man oh man. Adds on to the stress of malay paper tomorrow &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thanks for listening. or reading. whatever. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-814400489637722588?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/814400489637722588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=814400489637722588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/814400489637722588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/814400489637722588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/k-thanks-for-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4190962879419329362</id><published>2007-10-07T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:05:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2 down... 7 more to go. I dont have much comments about the first two papers, except that the SS question 1 was kinda ridiculous. But i don't hate it like how our rg counterparts hate their bio paper :P  seems like it was hell of a nightmare for them. I did my first two papers like they were normal worksheets, so I don't know whether that's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is chinese and chemistry, supposedly two of my three wo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rst subjects so far. Most unfortunately, I am feeling the kind of 'sian. want me to do exam, then do lor.' kind of attitude, if you get what I mean. Why? For chinese, I can't really revise much for it, except having more practice with the few assessment books i have, aside from the guan4 yong4 yu3, yan4 yu3 and ci2 yu3. Might do really well or really badly for it. But now, I just don't know what to do anymore! I kinda finished, but of course, when you THINK you have finished something you always get the feeling that you have missed out some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chem... looking back at this year, I guess I have learnt some really hard&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; lessons hmm. It's not about the teacher; it's about yourself mostly. My CA3 was crap. seriously. I kinda mugged chem for the whole of friday night and saturday; and so i hope my good results during term 1 and 2 will come flying back to me tomorrow. They ought to give more revision papers actually. It's not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. For the others... tuesday's gonna kinda be an ownage day for me, because I am quite confident about math and history, since they are my two strongest subjects. Hope i have covered all the loopholes I have for history! And as for physics, which is kinda like my &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;worst subject... I don't know I kinda got a feel of the typical questions that you see in exams, so I'll just try my best, then i wouldn't regret or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really studied for malay. This is really bad. I've got to rush everything on thursday and hopefully my friends who don't have third lang won't come and mess me up with all the post-EOYs spirit. Now now. Why am I blogging? The last stretch is just ahead of me. see ya folks! may the force be with you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starwars-union.de/bilder/news/20041009_tsl_box_pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.starwars-union.de/bilder/news/20041009_tsl_box_pc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of course. I never forget pictures! I know I am a little laggy, but this game really rocks. oh man. The feeling of scribbling hard over the english and SS paper schedules is.. exhilarating. RAWR. maybe you're correct, Mr C. I'm going cuckoo. AHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4190962879419329362?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4190962879419329362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4190962879419329362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4190962879419329362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4190962879419329362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1854446492160540653</id><published>2007-09-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:22:49.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching as the 3rd year slips and fades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You know those kinda feelings just right before exams? The feeling you get when you know you may or may not die for your paper, but something inside you just keeps screaming: i dont care; just give me the damn paper and i'll finish it. After that, i'm gonna have a good time playing the rest of the year away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know it? Yea i'm feeling that way now! Today's the last day of DMP and the feeling just sucks man.. It means, technically, our September holidays have just ended here. graaaaaa. But on the other hand, once we get over with these 2 weeks, the rest of the year is gonna be really fun! :D  All the training (YES training. i'm growing fat &gt;&lt; ), all the Orientation planning for next year and all the PLAYING woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it means that my third year in RI will be fading away soon. I was talking to Yan Sheng and Yan Liang the other day (wow i just realised both their names start with 'yan' xD). Was asking them whether they really felt like growing to RJC, apart from the part that yan liang gets to see all his girlfriends. They said, 'well if you already did enough and feel that there is nothing left to do, then you wouldn't feel that you want to stay because you know that 'this is it. that was the experience'. For me.. it's pretty much that way.'　Hopefully by the end of my 4 years, I'd have done the things I intended to do... I'm gonna start with orientation next year. It really does seem like it was yesterday when winston and lawrence were still bringing me around j8 haha; and when nikki taught me how to tie the rope for the polo goalposts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MAY be my last post until the end of EOYs, so... syonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1854446492160540653?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1854446492160540653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1854446492160540653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1854446492160540653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1854446492160540653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/watching-as-3rd-year-slips-and-fades.html' title='watching as the 3rd year slips and fades...'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5828894480953440072</id><published>2007-09-24T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:25:12.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to a friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last words are said,&lt;br /&gt;the decision has been made:&lt;br /&gt;the winner is chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivalry fades, friendship remains.&lt;br /&gt;No one doubts it,&lt;br /&gt;the winner is the ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet respect is earned, not given;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  trust is built, not granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out,&lt;br /&gt;My leader, my friend. &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is no grudge;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there is no anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just show me your worth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before all is too late.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Make haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my leader, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5828894480953440072?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/5828894480953440072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=5828894480953440072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5828894480953440072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/5828894480953440072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-friend.html' title='to a friend.'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3699276681215604980</id><published>2007-09-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:00:09.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;another video of mine! but it's very amateur cos i did it with windows movie maker. Trying out a new one with premiere pro now. okay must study study study! xD   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZqEyHOiLFI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZqEyHOiLFI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3699276681215604980?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3699276681215604980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3699276681215604980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3699276681215604980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3699276681215604980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-video-of-mine-but-its-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8242649794031102449</id><published>2007-09-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:37:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice scenes from full metal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="center" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NqgNamY9bM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NqgNamY9bM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="center" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l09Aqy2lE7Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l09Aqy2lE7Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh man oh man. i'm in love with full metal alchemist! and i dont know why i am doing this when i'm supposed to study &gt; &lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8242649794031102449?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8242649794031102449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8242649794031102449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8242649794031102449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8242649794031102449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_19.html' title='nice scenes from full metal!'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-7622724504741593807</id><published>2007-09-18T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:31:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt; my newest creation :D the msn ri boy hehe. although his hair fails like siao, he still rocks! and it's edward elric's hair by the way xD &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Ru-oxQ9qXbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sihgBsuVcco/s1600-h/ss.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Ru-oxQ9qXbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sihgBsuVcco/s320/ss.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111489666409455026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. Chem mugging now! it's my worst subject, so i gotta whack this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-7622724504741593807?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/7622724504741593807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=7622724504741593807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7622724504741593807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7622724504741593807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-newest-creation-d-msn-ri-boy-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Ru-oxQ9qXbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sihgBsuVcco/s72-c/ss.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-7564500235196754159</id><published>2007-09-15T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:49:45.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Nine! (somehow it reminds me of some pokemon.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello world! I went to the youth science conference this morning with the RA guys. Was supposed to be doing duty, but I kinda got away cos i am supposed to be there to watch the presentations, not to do duty haha, according to my teacher. So i felt kinda guilty watching zong yi and the others :D (maybe not eh. HAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kenneth got an award, jo too, and sarah was presenting her orchid thingy during the concurrent session. Oh man. I feel slack. One year just passed like that! &gt; &lt; I wonder what next year is gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tomorrow i'll have to go for some exco meeting again sigh. I wonder if it will be efficient. Last time we met to form our exco and the entire thing got rejected. Better spend tmr properly, guys! And I've kinda formulated what I want for welfare next year :D  watch out for the waves of Raffles Merchandise, my friends! And treasure it well okay, because our sis sch unfortunately doesn't have this kinda things. Well, unless I decide to sell it to them during ORA day. xD you know what. it feels super duper uber shiok to have power! (HAHAHA.)  Yet again, with great power comes great responsibility eh? Hahahaha. Fortunately, all my positions next year are somewhere near the top, but not exactly at the tip. That means, I'll have a rather good balance of things next year and chiong my studies to prepare myself for the next big wave. RJC. omgosh time passes so quickly &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH OH MAN. my dad just brought home some imba 3.5G phone cos we signed up for the stahub 12mbps plan... (Ah yes. 12mbps now yayy :D) It's this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/109/nokia_n6120_classic_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/109/nokia_n6120_classic_zoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh well, i still love my V3i hahaha. Lately I havent been going skating &gt;&lt; gonna stay at home and mug till i drop. Or plate. Or cup. :D  The feeling of not skating just SUCKS i tell you. RAWRR I am gonna go crazy after EOYs man. Like crazy. really! Havent had that feeling for a good long time. And thus, i shall make that come true now by studying hard. No soft studying. xD okay cya homies. (sounds like GTA san andreas woots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-7564500235196754159?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/7564500235196754159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=7564500235196754159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7564500235196754159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/7564500235196754159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-nine-somehow-it-reminds-me-of-some.html' title='I-Nine! (somehow it reminds me of some pokemon.)'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-989274543167674028</id><published>2007-09-14T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:48:19.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hhahaha gonna spam raffles merchandise next year for welfare department! :D so watch out for the new designs hehe. here's a rough one which i kinda copied from dafont.com oops :P&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeIw9qXYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9NbAoVGDcx8/s1600-h/polo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeIw9qXYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9NbAoVGDcx8/s320/polo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110070600624921986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and look at our super chio swimming pool HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeJQ9qXZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bCkcS6ta-dQ/s1600-h/10-09-07_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeJQ9qXZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bCkcS6ta-dQ/s320/10-09-07_1822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110070609214856594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;another pic: i wanted to like use this to make a retro design with the magic wand function in fireworks, but AHHHHH it didnt work. so yea, still looks retarded xD oh man. i love pictures wooots.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeJQ9qXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wrw8hyWJibo/s1600-h/shadow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeJQ9qXaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/wrw8hyWJibo/s320/shadow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110070609214856610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-989274543167674028?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/989274543167674028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=989274543167674028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/989274543167674028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/989274543167674028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/hhahaha-gonna-spam-raffles-merchandise.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuqeIw9qXYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9NbAoVGDcx8/s72-c/polo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4073102556723353329</id><published>2007-09-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:43:38.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hello again! i realise i have been posting a lot of happy happy posts, so i have decided. Today, i shall post a serious and emo post. okay maybe not emo, just more serious :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary, isn't it? I am already in secondary 3. I look back, and it seems like the days when we were told the ghost story of the floating foetus and forced to go into the science block to find a brick in the night; the days when we sang 'Carrot Juice is Murder' and 'Rippy the Gator' in the Albert Hong Hall with mr paul lim; the days when the music from the Gryphon's Lair blasted so loud you could hear them from the other end of the field... it feels like they were just last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not only the place that has changed, it is my mind too. Today when those secondary 2s came in for their prefectorial interviews, I saw myself sitting in that same chair just 2 years back. Now i am on the other side: the interview panel. Perhaps the exco then may have felt the same way as I did today. One of them said, 'I want to create sessions in which the teachers can talk with the students over lunch about their homework and personal lives so that we can be more bonded.' You really think it's that simple? Do you think all teachers want to do that? Look at that philo teacher who taught me DMP today. He comes into class with half-done ppt slides and with such a sluggish attitude; I almost wanted to walk out of class. Well. I don't blame you; I probably thought the same way back then. As I grow and mature, I seem to be seeing more of the complicated side of things. It's not all that simple and flowery anymore. Even friendships nowadays... as Mr C always says :)   friends come and go. And to add on to that, my own one: people are deceptive. I don't know, even I commit that sometimes and I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there for me next year? My last year in Raffles. Well, lots and lots of things. Next year will definitely fly much faster than the past 2 and a half, and somehow, I suddenly don't look forward to life in RJC. Not anymore. I will definitely miss all the things I am experiencing now: the 'politics' in my CCA, which is rather interesting actually; the times when we stay up so late in the night to do our work and stuff.. It might be like what my bro said, RJC will just be like a place for you to study, unless you make real good friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why. Why am I growing up so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay is that emo enough? and yea i am growing up so quickly and YET. i am not growing any taller. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH &gt; &lt;)  okay dmp tmr :D see ya folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i really meant what i typed actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4073102556723353329?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4073102556723353329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4073102556723353329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4073102556723353329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4073102556723353329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-dmp-tmr-d-see-ya-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4397470724420553458</id><published>2007-09-10T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:49:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my one and only love. taken away for 1 month. T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; oh man. OH MANNN. i am so heartbroken. my one and only love in my life is gonna leave me for almost a month!!! ARGHHHHHHH. how can you do this to me! T.T    how am i gonna survive you tell me. why must they scrap the trainings. stupid end of years. I am gonna do hardcore training after EOYs mann. And be reunited again aww :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 200 pounds beauty is a really nice show! It's a little like the korean version of Shallow Hal, but it has a much deeper meaning to it i guess. Sorry i am a little laggy when it comes to movies haha. and i dont want to deny the fact that i am a guy.. she's really pretty! :D&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.mtime.com/pi/d/2006/48/2006126161852.1983091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 341px;" src="http://img1.mtime.com/pi/d/2006/48/2006126161852.1983091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nth much to say now haha. Just that it feels really good to go to school at 9.30am tmr xD   i sincerely apologise. to those who have to go to school at 6.30am haha :D from the bottom of the bottom of my bottomless heart. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-4397470724420553458?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/4397470724420553458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=4397470724420553458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4397470724420553458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/4397470724420553458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-one-and-only-love-taken-away-for-1.html' title='my one and only love. taken away for 1 month. T.T'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3983538094026256403</id><published>2007-09-09T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:10:24.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;shit man. you MUST check this out. let's try goal number 15 someday! :D  super imba la OMG... &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rShVOJ27YQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4rShVOJ27YQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3983538094026256403?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3983538094026256403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3983538094026256403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3983538094026256403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3983538094026256403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-8096317474179923933</id><published>2007-09-09T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:08:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sept hols!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;helloo! Okay the only thing i can think of posting now&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt; is tuesday, which is like the only eventful day of my sept holidays (unfortunately T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt; &lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;Started out in the morning rushing off for training cos i woke up late AND forgot to pack all the stuff, and as a result i couldnt find my gloves. Training was really good, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; jiao lian taught us some really imba strategy which kinda put us on par with the sec 4s, so it was a nice game we had that day. (&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;wo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;w that's a really long trigo equation! HAHA. cos(blahblahblah). get it?!) The only part is t&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;hat now i've got to be more busy because our strategy now &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;makes use of the wings (my side especially) a lot. haha. just realised that sounds like flying or sth xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then after that I rushed off to jurong east without lunch ughhhhh. Cw said that they are gonna treat me to lunch so i couldnt eat with my polo mates. Grabbed a bun at 7-11 before running off. I reached there &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;and&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt; they were still watching the movie, so I wandered all over the place and saw all the weird ah bengs and ah lians. Went into the arcade to take a look and &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;yeaa they were all playing the super pixel-lized (sorry i dunno how to spell it :P) a&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;rcade games like king of fighters. Went out of the arcade and stood at the wooden railings. Just stonin&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;g around. GUESS WHAT. One of the ah bengs was with his 'girlfriend' or sth and he stood like right next to m&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;e. And i bet he's younger than me haha. Started to stare at me, but i was like 'o&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;h come on. i'm not in the mood for this kinda nonsense after training laa plea&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;se.' So i pretended not to see him and slowly rolled my eyes and turned away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND finally all of them were out! :D   sarah wanted to go into the arcade but we guys all thought it was a waste of our money. hehe. sensible right :)   Sarah started complain&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;ing and saying 'i thought all guys played arcade'. Oh well sorry i'm not that wu2 liao2 haha. Then i asked, 'hey cw, where are we eating lunch?'&lt;br /&gt;then he took out a pizza hut plastic bag and said, 'oh. her&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;e you g&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;o'&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;  I was like HEHHH. Next we guys were dragged into a neoprint shop (ahhh i tell you it's super GAYYY.)  Shant give &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;         &lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;the details. It's too. gay. UGH. if you really want to know just go jo's blog &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the skating rink after that! Felt super good mann, after&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt; not skating for quite some time because of all the CCTs... Did some pra&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;nks on some people :D like attempting to throw ice into hoods. wonder who! HMM. xD &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;  &lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;Then there was this SUPER bitchy girl who was a dancer and zoomed in and &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;out o&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;f all the small empty spaces between the normal ppl. haha she almost knocked int&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;o some ice hockey player so he was like, 'WTH gan4 ni1 na1&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt; bei4 *#$%!%@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;hahaha i tell you man. You go on land me and cw are gonn&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;a own yo&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;u upside down left right center! All went well and i was surprised no one actually fell, cept for sara&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;h who was trying some of her weird ice skating m&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;oves or sth.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;After ice skating it felt that we havent had enough fun so we decided to go to city hall for dinner :D   i just mentioned it randomly and they decided to go haha. welll &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;t&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;hat's about it i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for tuesday. Guess what i did throughout this week! I finished full metal alchemist again :D hhahahhahaha YESSS. and i learnt 2 jap w&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;ords!&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;hagane no renkinjutsushi: full metal alchemist&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;hayaku (i think.. maybe it's&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt; not spelt this way.): hurry!&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" face="verdana"&gt;Here are some pictures haha.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/pic3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/pic3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one and only Major Armstrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/hawkeye.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/hawkeye.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/mustang1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/mustang1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these two make a good couple :D&lt;br /&gt;hawkeye and mustang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuNVC-8JjWI/AAAAAAAAAII/A7h3Yz9tF8g/s1600-h/alphonse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuNVC-8JjWI/AAAAAAAAAII/A7h3Yz9tF8g/s320/alphonse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108019912111656290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alphonse elric! :D looks really smart in this picture (and i am not gay dont worry) &lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/winry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/winry.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;winry! the auto-mail mechanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuNVDO8JjXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xqt0zkYHSj4/s1600-h/pic5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuNVDO8JjXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xqt0zkYHSj4/s320/pic5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108019916406623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not forgetting... EDWARD ELRIC the guy who always stays happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-8096317474179923933?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/8096317474179923933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=8096317474179923933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8096317474179923933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/8096317474179923933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/sept-hols.html' title='sept hols!'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RuNVC-8JjWI/AAAAAAAAAII/A7h3Yz9tF8g/s72-c/alphonse.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1316116461100040521</id><published>2007-09-02T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:02:35.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a little boy waitin at the counter of the corner shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;shayne ward - What About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a little boy waitin' at the counter of the corner shop&lt;br /&gt;He's been waitin' down there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting half the day&lt;br /&gt;We never ever see him from the top&lt;br /&gt;He gets pushed around&lt;br /&gt;Knocked to the ground&lt;br /&gt;But he gets to his feet and he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I wasnt my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more then you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pretty girl standing at the counter of the corner shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been waitin' back there&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams walk in and I begged 'em to stop&lt;br /&gt;Well she's not too proud&lt;br /&gt;To cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;She runs to the street and she screams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I wasn't my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more then you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a step back and see the little people&lt;br /&gt;They may be young&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're the ones who make the big people big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen&lt;br /&gt;As they whisper&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing on the corner all the world's gone home&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's changed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's been saved&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling cold and alone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm lucky&lt;br /&gt;I smile a lot&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wish for more&lt;br /&gt;Then I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I wasn't my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more what about me&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough now I want my share&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;But you just take more&lt;br /&gt;You just take more&lt;br /&gt;You just take more then you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;What about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND now for... THE ONE AND ONLY ____INSTITUTION SAGA____ shown on teachers' day! (thanks jon :D)&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;object height="350" width="425" align="center"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtFuMGBdYdo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtFuMGBdYdo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1316116461100040521?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1316116461100040521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1316116461100040521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1316116461100040521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1316116461100040521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/shayne-ward-what-about-me-theres-little.html' title='there&apos;s a little boy waitin at the counter of the corner shop'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1077911584380347757</id><published>2007-09-01T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:31:02.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hagane no renkinjutsushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;suddenly, i feel like edward elric. i cannot grow taller no matt&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;er how hard i try to; yet i am still quite a happy person :D  and like him, sometimes i find advantages in not being so tall (most unfortunately.)  oh well, it's just that i am not so wei3 da4 like him; being able to transmute stuff and all.&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been trying to pronounce his name too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hagane no renkinjutsushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkU5e8JjUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pyYuxjOG-9I/s1600-h/blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 143px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkU5e8JjUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pyYuxjOG-9I/s400/blog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105134630391614786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;do it fast! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ytd was teachers' day! totally rocked :D much better than the previous years at least. credit must go to titus and shi yang who did really real&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ly well! because i was there while they were rehearsing the night before, it was seriously quite obvious that they were doing impromptus like mad, but they pulled it off really well haha. good job :)   and they actually did a mini-rap with 'stand by me'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then... i went for moor house exco interview with ms grace; tur&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ned out pretty fine! shant talk about it nyeahh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i went back to my pri sch with a 'special appearance', i quote from shi hao. cos i go back there much later than my other pri sch mates alm&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ost every single time. well we had a long chat with miss ang! brings back lots of memories haha. she actually still has our pri 6H photo! :D  and there's one BIGG difference you know. Last year when we came back we all went to play soccer, but this year, we all just sat down and chatted together.. at the staircase :P oops. hhaahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkTJu8JjRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RAagUg2jsdc/s1600-h/31-08-07_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkTJu8JjRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RAagUg2jsdc/s400/31-08-07_1205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132710541233426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkTJe8JjQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wl3KhPLIlCU/s1600-h/31-08-07_12062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkTJe8JjQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wl3KhPLIlCU/s400/31-08-07_12062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105132706246266114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;holidays are here!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1077911584380347757?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1077911584380347757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1077911584380347757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1077911584380347757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1077911584380347757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/09/hagane-no-renkinjutsushi.html' title='hagane no renkinjutsushi'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtkU5e8JjUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pyYuxjOG-9I/s72-c/blog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-1042558541683617822</id><published>2007-08-30T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:21:06.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hellooo :D just came back from teachers' day celebration preps! 11pm haha! that's so far the latest i ever came home from ri i think. tomorrow's celebrations are gonna be a blast haha :D the movie ROCKSS seriously, and the emcees are like super duper ownage! we were kinda bored towards the end so i invented the 'throw-the-cardboard-stick-into-the-bin-backwards' game :D&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rtbfcu8JjPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AvJpWaTDJIk/s1600-h/30-08-07_2128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 287px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rtbfcu8JjPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AvJpWaTDJIk/s400/30-08-07_2128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104512912400682226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as you can see will zhang is checking whether his thrown stick flew inside the bin and apparently it's blocked by kaushik now :P tmr teachers' day celebrations! AND i dont have any gifts prepared. PERFECT. hahhahaaa. oh well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's the heart that matters in the end&lt;/span&gt; huh! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay kay i got to chiong my philo essay now hahaha. tmr wake up at 5.30am. greatt. SEE YA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-1042558541683617822?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/1042558541683617822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=1042558541683617822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1042558541683617822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/1042558541683617822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellooo-d-just-came-back-from-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/Rtbfcu8JjPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AvJpWaTDJIk/s72-c/30-08-07_2128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-582581339998938284</id><published>2007-08-28T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:10:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; the decision has been made! what's not meant to be will not be meant to be and what's meant to be will stay that way :D  next step: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;____________&lt;/span&gt;. bring it on mann! okay can't blog much. umm maths tmr! got linear law, curve sketching, remainder factor theorem, partial fractions.. sian diao so many. see ya! and by then i will have more news of what's there for me next year :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-582581339998938284?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/582581339998938284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=582581339998938284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/582581339998938284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/582581339998938284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/08/decision-has-been-made-whats-not-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3538368681658617465</id><published>2007-08-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:41:35.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams that come true aren't real dreams - full metal alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;staff training day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to training in the morning :D  i tell you suddenly i love sec sch a lot haha&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;! There are just so many fun things to rmb when i grow up, i just realised. Think of it, the swimming pool is one of the very few places in RI that haven't changed since my sec 1 year, and will not be&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; changing. Well okay they did repaint it to make it look nicer, but the entire place still looks the same! The good old clock hanging just right above the&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; steps... the big black steps and not forgetting the deadly edges of the pool which never fail to give nasty cuts to a few inexperienced ppl now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before we went off we were doing some shooting for fun, and kaiyu was kinda having a hard time saving all our balls. Then he decided not to jump anymore altogether, so we decided to boost his ego a little by shooting lousily. xD  it was like when we shot we pretended (very sarcastically) that we were shooting our best, and kaiyu managed to pluck (use two hands to pull the ball down on the water) the ball like 4 times in a row haha. Then he finally&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; realised what we were doing and went like -_-"' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it's these kinda things that make training fun :D   i guess, this pool will be one of the places i will never ever forget when i grow up... i'm saying all these cos it's like now ri's just completely changed; all the architecture and structures, all the colours. They just look super modern yea, and presentable to visitors (in fact quite impressive), but to me, i just can't seem to hav&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e any feelings for some grey walls and classrooms that are way too echo-ey and empty. Besides, I have only been in them for less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;anyway! i am watching full metal alchemist all the way from the start again, and as of tod&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtLib-8JjOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6TvTvN6u5W0/s1600-h/chibi-fullmetal-alchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 141px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtLib-8JjOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6TvTvN6u5W0/s400/chibi-fullmetal-alchemist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390298143821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ay, i have watched till episode 19!! since saturday :D  that's how nice full metal alchemist is okayy. but umm on the other hand i have 3 tests next week: history, math and physics. I am quite done with history and math i need more practice... physics. ah. they are all more or less the same type of questions! and AHHHH next week. here's what's coming up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) 3 tests: history (tmr), math and physics. 3 DAYS IN A ROW. HAII.&lt;br /&gt;2) announcing of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;_________ &lt;/span&gt;  (-sob. pressure!! &gt; &lt; ) 3) announcing of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;font="calibri" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;_____ &lt;/span&gt;(-sob. PRESSURE AGAIN!! &gt; &lt; ) p.s the lines give a clue.. 4) Teacher's day! return to primary school and play good ol' soccer with my pri sch mates :D that's the good thing abt a guys' sch haha! 5) philo essay! 6) english blog (eh my eng blog rocks my socks okay! ms quah actually thinks it's good HAHA: waterpoloboi.livejournal.com) &lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7) LAST WEEK OF TERM = SEPT SCHOOL BREAK :D :D  [wait. which means i have to spend money on treating popcorn soon. sian.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;okay i gotta sleep now or i wont wake up early enough tmr morning. see ya folks! and i like to leave pics in my posts! this wallpaper is super nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.edwardelric.com/wallpapers/never-look-back-1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.edwardelric.com/wallpapers/never-look-back-1600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3538368681658617465?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3538368681658617465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3538368681658617465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3538368681658617465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3538368681658617465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreams-that-come-true-arent-real-dreams.html' title='dreams that come true aren&apos;t real dreams - full metal alchemist'/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axWZEU84KT4/RtLib-8JjOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6TvTvN6u5W0/s72-c/chibi-fullmetal-alchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-3826889616267215979</id><published>2007-08-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:59:41.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ForZY9Zj5gQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ForZY9Zj5gQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;/align="center"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;《一人一半》&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;演唱：伍加輝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;改編詞:小寒 曲:伍加輝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;一人一半 感情不散&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;一人一素故 感情才會久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;時光累計 安靜的淚滴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;一心去追 愛那么可貴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chorus：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;這樣的人 這樣地等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;無非是等個回應眼神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;為愛翻滾 不計傷痕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;甘心為你一生都浮沉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;這樣的人 別笑我蠢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;傻傻的 心痛也不覺疼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;就算天冷 就算殘忍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;等你想起這沒用的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;一人一半 感情不散&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;已經找到愛 為何要離開&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;時光累計 安靜的淚滴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;一心去追 愛那么可貴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Repeat Chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;一人一半 感情不散&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;已經找到愛 為何要離開&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;已經找到愛 為何先離開&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best. i love this song! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/font="calibri"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-3826889616267215979?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/feeds/3826889616267215979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24596688&amp;postID=3826889616267215979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3826889616267215979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24596688/posts/default/3826889616267215979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raffiesian.blogspot.com/2007/08/chorus-repeat-chorus.html' title=''/><author><name>Yu Da</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901719153175960497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-5188890720348222592</id><published>2007-08-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:57:11.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="33%"&gt;Student:   &lt;input value="S9220197Z" name="idno2" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOH YU  DA&lt;/u&gt;  (3D)&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-size: 12px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your DMP 2007 Time-Table&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="right" width="33%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/dmp_logout.php"&gt;Logout&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td height="8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="font-size: 8px; font-family: arial,verdana;" align="center" bgcolor="white" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="99%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr style="font-weight: bold;" bgcolor="#c2c2c2"&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;Module&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;Package&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Module Description&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;Hours&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;MA1A&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;A&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Permutations and Combinations&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;PL3A&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;B1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Logically Speaking ...&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;PE3A&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;C2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Nutrition for Sports&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;MA4A&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;D1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Sequences and Series&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;EX_BI3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Institute of Molecular &amp; Cell Biology Research Outreach  Programme&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;PL4A&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;F&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;Making It Big In The Market – And Doing It Right&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="5%"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="6%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-size: 15px;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total hours: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-size: 15px;" align="center" width="5%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;48&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; width: 484px; height: 375px;" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr bgcolor="#d7dfcb"&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;10th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mon)&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;11th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tue)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;12th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wed)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;13th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;14th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fri)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;17th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mon)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;18th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tue)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;19th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wed)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;20th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;21st  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fri)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;24th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mon)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;25th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tue)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;26th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wed)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;27th  Sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="top" width="30"&gt;P1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0750 to 0920 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="top" width="30"&gt;P2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 to 1100 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="top" width="30"&gt;P3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 to 1300 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;CLE&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;ASSEM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;CLE&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;ASSEM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL3A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="top" width="30"&gt;P4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1340 to 1510 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL4A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span id="m"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA1A&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  4I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; color: blue;" align="center" valign="top"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;check out my DMP time table!! :D :D quite slack hahahahaha. considering i kinda like math and philo :) and YESS nutrition in sports! really useful modules yayy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24596688-5188890720348222592?l=raffiesian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24596688.post-4855116642668675768</id><published>2007-08-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:27:40.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/wallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j32/sohyuda/wallpaper3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i made this wallpaper!! :D :D and if you want a simpler version... for all rafflesians! hahaa. nothing better to do nowadays hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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