<?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-8779198715057613014</id><updated>2011-09-19T14:26:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779198715057613014.post-1431114345939380074</id><published>2010-05-29T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:02:58.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life sucks. I can't go for Blueblood! :( I hate being out of KR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Did I mention that I hate being out of KR? Yeah, hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And life must go on.. :(&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/8779198715057613014-1431114345939380074?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1431114345939380074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1431114345939380074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1431114345939380074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2974917718187023584</id><published>2010-05-16T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:27:01.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am I the only stupid idiot who gets out of her comfort zone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apparently not, cos I know, today, you got out of your comfort zone today too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So why do we even try? &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/8779198715057613014-2974917718187023584?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2974917718187023584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-only-stupid-idiot-who-gets-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2974917718187023584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2974917718187023584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-only-stupid-idiot-who-gets-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8222690806095217663</id><published>2010-05-13T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:26:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we all know, I have such a bad memory, I'm sure I can't remember what happened in the holidays unless I blog it. Like how I can't remember Sem 2, even though I know I loved Sem 2 cos of my arts friends. Seriously, best OG should go to us (: Woots, so blessed to be in the OG with them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ended exams, this is what I have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Iron man 2 and dinner@Marche with the OG&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast and went back to AHS!!!. And celebrated nana's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Went out shopping and watched Shutter Island (:&lt;br /&gt;Watched IP MAN 2 with hall friends&lt;br /&gt;Went kite-flying at marina barrage! Grace's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball with the OG!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to TJC and had a wonderful lunch cum icecream with Jer&lt;br /&gt;And watched Robin hood with sbp today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just recollecting that one week killed tonnes of brain cells! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is those moments, where your heart gets chipped off slowly by another person, that you know how much they mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I never needed to have my heart chipped off to know that you mean to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8222690806095217663?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8222690806095217663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-we-all-know-i-have-such-bad-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8222690806095217663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8222690806095217663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-we-all-know-i-have-such-bad-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5184146809723718011</id><published>2010-04-21T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:04:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Studying studying studying just drains away your life. Haha. But I guess, what can a student do besides studying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By May 3rd, I will be freeeeeeee. Oh man, I miss hall! Sighh.&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/8779198715057613014-5184146809723718011?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5184146809723718011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/04/studying-studying-studying-just-drains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5184146809723718011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5184146809723718011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/04/studying-studying-studying-just-drains.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4274035836338789048</id><published>2010-03-31T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:43:08.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you not because I have to or need to.&lt;br /&gt;But because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that even at your worst, someone thinks the world of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm that someone, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-4274035836338789048?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4274035836338789048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-not-because-i-have-to-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4274035836338789048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4274035836338789048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-you-not-because-i-have-to-or.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3085179193239218848</id><published>2010-03-22T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:26:07.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;This week has been a bad week. I just felt like crying everytime I think about how bad things are. This self-conflict, friends and academics. It has been so draining. I just wanna cry it all away. I think puberty came late for me, hah. Then again, I feel like slapping myself for wanting to cry over such, such seemingly trivial things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta work harder.&lt;br /&gt;But think lesser, and play it cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself, I will try harder and walk my own pace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any crying tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3085179193239218848?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3085179193239218848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-has-been-bad-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3085179193239218848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3085179193239218848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-has-been-bad-week.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6295073833451200166</id><published>2010-03-11T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:49:58.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish people won't mean so much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&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/8779198715057613014-6295073833451200166?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6295073833451200166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-people-wont-mean-so-much-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6295073833451200166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6295073833451200166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish-people-wont-mean-so-much-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3384890043466893585</id><published>2010-03-02T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:55:22.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So even if I say, what difference will it make? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I miss you tonight.&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/8779198715057613014-3384890043466893585?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3384890043466893585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-even-if-i-say-what-difference-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3384890043466893585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3384890043466893585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-even-if-i-say-what-difference-will.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2490551422258082171</id><published>2010-03-02T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:12:13.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wednesday: SEA essay due and Statistics mid-term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thursday: Abnormal psych presentation and abnormal psych mid-term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday: Social psych mid-term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, I just need to breathe and get through this hell week. I have started since the weekend of CNY week and I still haven't finish abnormal psych at all. I. Am. So. Screwed. I think the intensity of my diligence is at its peak this two weeks, I have never been this hardworking, but I still can't finish studying! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, note to self, must breathe.&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/8779198715057613014-2490551422258082171?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2490551422258082171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-sea-essay-due-and-statistics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2490551422258082171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2490551422258082171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday-sea-essay-due-and-statistics.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4238980755792690491</id><published>2010-02-06T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:54:24.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh man, I can't stop smiling these few days. I know my life's not awesome, in a way, but like, I can't help but feel that it is so awesome (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Having dinner with hall people on wednesdays, having lunches/dinner with different group of people on thursdays and dinner with my arts og on fridays. Omgg, love it to the max! I always have something to look forward to everyday in school! And though I don't take two tutorials with anyone, I made friends! (: And for times that I spend alone, I thoroughly enjoy hearing myself speak in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel like life's so much balanced this semester so far! I really can't help but feel so so so blessed in every way (: Of course there's always something that we want to make our life better, but I think that in truth, it's our own desire that's making us sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I promise myself, if things get harder to sustain, I will try harder to maintain the relationship. And the fact that I try means a lot. Right? Trust me, there are times which I just feel like giving up. But I will think of the promise I made, and I will go, this is exactly what the promise is talking about and try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try harder this semester (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-4238980755792690491?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4238980755792690491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-man-i-cant-stop-smiling-these-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4238980755792690491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4238980755792690491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-man-i-cant-stop-smiling-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6802775968731621265</id><published>2010-02-01T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:45:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha I almost forgot I had a blog. Anyway, if you are here and bored on a Monday or Tuesday, feel free to sms me (: Cos somebody here has no school on Mondays and Tuesdays :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm 20, this year! HAHA. Feels really old with the big 2! But hey, at least mine's a year away (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty.. handle-able. Feeling blessed each step of the way. We gain some and lose some. Most importantly, gotta love what you have (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-6802775968731621265?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6802775968731621265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha-i-almost-forgot-i-had-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6802775968731621265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6802775968731621265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha-i-almost-forgot-i-had-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7364047621574963612</id><published>2010-01-06T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:40:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Never realised that those songs that they were singing, it was all about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7364047621574963612?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7364047621574963612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-realised-that-those-songs-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7364047621574963612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7364047621574963612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-realised-that-those-songs-that.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-997486208724348862</id><published>2010-01-06T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:45:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm tired and scared of trying. Maybe this was how you felt too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tired and scared of reaching out to you. But I did anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That's my courage for the night.&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/8779198715057613014-997486208724348862?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/997486208724348862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-tired-and-scared-of-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/997486208724348862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/997486208724348862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-tired-and-scared-of-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2492605239747186593</id><published>2009-12-24T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:09:42.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;We were two different people from different worlds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;We were never meant to meet. &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/8779198715057613014-2492605239747186593?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2492605239747186593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-were-two-different-people-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2492605239747186593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2492605239747186593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-were-two-different-people-from.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3755947598758262292</id><published>2009-12-18T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:43:19.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WOW, my last&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; post was ages ago! =/ HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But man, this is really the best year of my life so far (: I can't be thankful enough for everything that has happened! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Past few months in hall was crazily awesome (: - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the late night talkings (and singing), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the dinners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;culture night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;birthdays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;trainings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ABC meetings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;night cycling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pink and Blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mid-Autumn Festival,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after exams activities (dim sum supper, orchard road, movies, ikea, timbre, chompchomp, aston's, chicken rice etc) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so many more things which I didn't blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Memories that will last a lifetime (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But most importantly, it's the people that made it truly awesome (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like what someone once said, friendship must transcend time and space for it to last. I don't know if ours can, or if how many of our friendships can. But I pray for the best that it will (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Genting trip (14th Dec - 17th Dec) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Set off for Genting on 14th's morning! Met up with my cousin's family an hour later than we were supposed to, oops! =/ Head off to Tuas and wow, just 2o mins upon entering Malaysia and we had a punctured tyre! =/ GG! But I think the punctured tyre was the highlight of the whole trip. We could have skidded off the road and died or something but we didn't. Damn lucky! Haha! And the Malaysians who stopped to help us change the tyre were really really nice. Like what my mum said, they were our angels in disguise. So finally about 6 hours of car ride, we finally reached the hotel in Genting! Head over to the indoor amusement park and played till about 9pm? But the rides were a little.. family based. Which didn't really appeal to my sis and I but well, it was my cousin's 3 little kids and my brother I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Started the next day pretty late.. Went to some temple for sight-seeing, took the cablecar, had lunch and went out to the outdoor amusement park. Frankly speaking, I thought the outdoor amusement park was pretty average too. Cos honestly speaking, I guess, after growing up with the world's scariest rides, Genting's a little kiddish? Haha but oh well, still had fun with my cousin's kids (: Freaking cute to the max, I tell you. Then buffet dinner (: Went into the casino illegally (not our fault since the lady at the reception counter said 18 years old is allowed. Turns out 21's the legal age) and had Old Town White Coffee! (: Hahaha, drinking ice blended in the freezing cold weather, is just awesome (: HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Started the last day pretty early and had breakfast with my parents only. The hot chocolate milk was pretty cool actually. Then went to the arcade before heading back to Singapore. Stopped at some village for lunch/dinner? And finally reached home in the night (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, going to KL tml (19th to 21st)! And nad's family going too! Same coach. Hopefully, we'll be able to shop a lot and play more =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3755947598758262292?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3755947598758262292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-my-last-post-was-ages-ago-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3755947598758262292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3755947598758262292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-my-last-post-was-ages-ago-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4780624399689861564</id><published>2009-09-13T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:34:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100th post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://justplainmorgie.xanga.com/710096840/a-letter/?cuttag=true#cuttaganchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could stay on too&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe half a yr later then i pop that qns to my mom]&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;ME TOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;omg i wanna stay on like mad&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;same!!!!&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stay on for you all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine if we all stayed all the way!!!&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WILL SO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU IF WE STAY ALL THE WAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;I RATHER ADD LIVE TO MY YEARS THAN YEARS TO MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;DIE WITHOUT REGRETS&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;THATS HOW MUCH I WANNA STAY O&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;WELL SAID!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;I TIHNK THE WHOLE GROUP OF FRESHIES WILL BE DAMN CLOSE OKAY!!! OH MY TIAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;SO AWWWWWESOMEE!&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG WE ARE THINKING WAY TOO FAR&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;JUST THE THOUGHT OF SPENDING MY NEXT FOUR YEARS WITH YOU GUYS WILL MAKE ME CRY&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;TEARS OF HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;best of friends after that&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah aokay LETS STOP DREAMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;audreychong! says:&lt;br /&gt;we shld try to get thru sem one first&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah agreee&lt;br /&gt;Huimin says:&lt;br /&gt;SIGH to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-4780624399689861564?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4780624399689861564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post-httpjustplainmorgie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4780624399689861564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4780624399689861564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post-httpjustplainmorgie.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4401653497780780330</id><published>2009-09-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:37:48.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Almost a month since I've blogged! Omg too many things have happened in hall (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IBG came and went. Crazy 2 weeks with the competitions and some emotional highs and lows, it was a great bonding session with A-blkers (: We were probably the worst, okay, we were the worst. But our spirit is definitely without a doubt the most awesome. I kinda miss that period now. Hahahahaha, and then the whole thing about our idols and making a fool out of myself. Haha, highly amused and entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then right after IBG was DnD! Didn't wanna go at first, almost pulled out and chionged for props/costumes only hours before the dinner. But it was so much fun! Camwhoring, watching paegant, just enjoying the night with the most awesome block ever (: Haha, and then more camwhoring sessions. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And then there's that enlightening night which I found my SOULMATE (: I can't believe I think that night is a highlight as well but truth is, it really made quite an impact about certain stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And there's Mac lunch (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And Hua Yuan's birthday! HAHAHAHAH taupok-ed her like 4 times?! Pizza party treat from Clement! And two sheares chicken in a night! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And RAISIN PARTY! (: HAHA the night where we will look to our "neighbours" for inspiration and entertainment!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's go life, don't stop now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-4401653497780780330?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4401653497780780330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-month-since-ive-blogged-omg-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4401653497780780330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4401653497780780330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-month-since-ive-blogged-omg-too.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8585844946230598519</id><published>2009-08-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:25:01.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an awesome time with the arts og mates at arts bash yesterday! (: Technically speaking, we weren't really there for the bash, more like the after-bash and our own sit around session. Haha, but I had tonnes of fun though I was probably one of the last to join the group and the first to leave. HAHA. It's no wonder they say the people you know during arts camp and arts orientation are those you will spend your time at fass with (: &lt;br /&gt;(Of course, there's hall family too! Heh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8585844946230598519?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8585844946230598519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-awesome-time-with-arts-og-mates-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8585844946230598519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8585844946230598519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-awesome-time-with-arts-og-mates-at.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3352642122776101682</id><published>2009-08-15T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:51:02.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wah hahahahahahah,&lt;br /&gt;this is awesome (: My timetable is damn awesome. I don't have a three day work week, which is supposedly sad for arts students, but I don't care! (: I really have an awesome timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be diabetic if this continues. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been a nonstop F1 race. Going too fast, way too fast. Overload of names and faces to remember. So many things to do, so many unforgettable experiences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall orientation was crazy with station games, night games and unresolved, and who can forget, the dating game? From the touching my date in front of everyone, to candlelight dinner, to "chasing" him.. Haha, I think it'd be the first and last for most girls. Formal dinner, rag and flag,  random days that I'm home, trainings now. Somehow I feel like I have led this kinda lifestyle before but yet, everything is all so new at the same time. While I'm enjoying everything, time seriously needs to stop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then arts orientation which I missed for the first two days x( but then we had station games, beach games, project shoot it etc.. Haha meeting awesome people as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really really hard to balance hall friends and faculty friends, and then there's MY friends. I'm trying my best, but I can't please everyone. I need time for my family and my studies and myself too.. I just hope life works out for the best. HAHA. that being said, life really has been awesome. I don't know how to describe the whole new ride but it really is awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed, and I'm one happy kid. ((:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3352642122776101682?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3352642122776101682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/wah-hahahahahahah-this-is-awesome-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3352642122776101682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3352642122776101682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/wah-hahahahahahah-this-is-awesome-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7577474944252692984</id><published>2009-08-04T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:28:57.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Juls' room. Listening to the korean F4 song that goes "one more time" and looking at a certain someone's facebook account. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies by, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was probably one of the worst year of my life. Always sent to VP's office, always getting Us. Always kena suan-ed by teachers. Always mugging (or trying to). It was such a hard year, personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, I made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten decent results (: Got into the faculty of my choice!&lt;br /&gt;Am staying in a fabulous hall and having the time of my life now, meeting and playing with new friends. Of course, with a few friends moving into KR with me, I can maintain some old ones as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that reminds me, here's a shout out to Eugene and Dim. I know I'm pretty busy and caught up with everything right now but I really do miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tonight, and everything that has happened thus far. I'm enjoying every moment of this. I wish I could share it with you guys too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7577474944252692984?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7577474944252692984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-juls-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7577474944252692984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7577474944252692984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-juls-room.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7392990200727928409</id><published>2009-07-18T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:22:19.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day, I will de-friend you. Like, totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But until then, please call me loser. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Came back from pre-camp on tuesday. Had the funniest funniest 2d1n with Jen, Germs, Bert and Mas (: Loved it, though it was so short. And obviously came back with a sore throat and slept like a log for the next two days. Then I can't even remember what I did for the next few days and I saw Mrs Pang and lunched with Kiki today. Unexpected surprise! (: And now, I need to find a HP6 partner. Anyone? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8779198715057613014-7392990200727928409?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7392990200727928409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-i-will-de-friend-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7392990200727928409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7392990200727928409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-i-will-de-friend-you.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8806064214419905393</id><published>2009-07-11T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:43:53.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I wonder if you will stay till 3am to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer's pretty obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8806064214419905393?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8806064214419905393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-if-you-will-stay-till-3am-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8806064214419905393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8806064214419905393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wonder-if-you-will-stay-till-3am-to.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-200688280728178187</id><published>2009-07-04T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:22:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last Thursday and Friday was spent with one of the most awesome bunch of Sec 2 students who named themselves Spasm. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off the Arts Camp. Aineiken. Campus tours, night games on the first day. Project shoot-it, mass dance, path of illumination, SP, Fong Seng on the second day. Station games, food hunt, beach games, tug of war, Saboteur on the third day. Mass games, war games and clubbing on the fourth day plus Murderer till 630 am on the fourth day. And then sitting through 5 hours of videos and speeches, and dinner/lunch on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome 5d4n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-200688280728178187?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/200688280728178187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-thursday-and-friday-was-spent-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/200688280728178187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/200688280728178187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-thursday-and-friday-was-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2872172001281482374</id><published>2009-06-24T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:26:40.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can feel the high-ness wearing off. I need to sleep now.. I will give you a good awesome reflection kind of post another day. You know, juxtaposition effect on the blog. HAHA. Can you tell that I need sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't tell, I need the sleep.. Hope you had fun in these 4 posts (: HAHA&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/8779198715057613014-2872172001281482374?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2872172001281482374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-feel-high-ness-wearing-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2872172001281482374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2872172001281482374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-feel-high-ness-wearing-off.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7083810913584745854</id><published>2009-06-24T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:18:09.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hahahahahaha I should stop spamming my own blog -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This IS seriously Hui Min blogging, no one hacked into my account. I'm seriously in a good mood for no reason and doing this for fun. Which is weird cos I'm super tired and I think I super need to sleep cos I was awake since 720.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay I need to calm down so that I can reflect, reflect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7083810913584745854?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7083810913584745854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahahaha-i-should-stop-spamming-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7083810913584745854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7083810913584745854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahahaha-i-should-stop-spamming-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1524387345468935939</id><published>2009-06-24T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:15:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHA STILL NO MOOD LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you have read the previous post first, you will know what I'm talking about HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-1524387345468935939?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1524387345468935939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-still-no-mood-leh-if-you-have-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1524387345468935939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1524387345468935939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-still-no-mood-leh-if-you-have-read.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8236739037091179391</id><published>2009-06-24T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:14:32.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, I haven't been reflecting, reflecting much eh? So let me blog a quick one about yesterday and today so that the loser me can remember what I did in the future -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday -&lt;br /&gt;Went for Cyrus' outing! Been dragged too long. But anyway, had lunch at Fish&amp;amp;Co. Went to watch Drag me to hell. It's super uber damnnnnnn GROSS. It's not even horror. It's just EEEWWW. But some parts are damn funny la. Went to have $3 coffee at GJ (: (Finally.... the cheapo in me had wanted to drink that since I knew the offer. Heh) Then some of them went for dinner and I headed home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday -&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super early to go to TPY for Falls Awareness Day. HAHA. The elderly are damn cuteee! =D Some just totally ignored me cos they knew I can't understand them. But hey, at least I made the effort to converse in hokkien! Was quite disappointed in some of the other people helping out. Thought they could be more professional but oh well, each to their own =/ My favourite two elderly were this two 81 and 91 years old grandmas! Totally cute! How they ask me to not "use my emotions to deal with situations", how they had 8 grandchildren with 4 going to university and 2 being doctors, and that the speed they are walking was the fastest. Damnnn funnyyy la =D Made me wonder how I would be when I come to their age. I probably wouldn't even reach their awesome age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha. Okay, that's done. So now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wah sian so no mood to reflect reflect. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; wait wait, I go blog in a new post. Maybe will have mood there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8236739037091179391?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8236739037091179391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-havent-been-reflecting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8236739037091179391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8236739037091179391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-havent-been-reflecting.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1898527744365151129</id><published>2009-06-21T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:55:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haven't been online for a very long time cos so much has been going on this week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My uncle came on Monday and lent us this set of drama serials to watch. OMG, it was so good that it got my whole family hooked the whole week! Went to TM, went to have dinner with Eugene and did something stupid with him. HAHA! Winks. Then went home to watch the drama serial till late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went back to school on Tuesday with Kerry and Bernice to collect our certificates. But I forgot to collect one other cert (plus Dim's)  so I think I have to go back on Monday again. And then we made our way to Clarke Quay to meet JY and have lunch. And on our way to lunch, Kerry ALMOST got herself killed! -.- It's a long story but I'm not kidding. She's super lucky that day.. It's her 2nd birthday man. Then we headed for lunch and Kerry's colleague treated us without us knowing! That's lucky as well. Haha. Headed to Minds cafe played a few board games, JY left, WY came and played some more. Love TIKI topple the best! Damn funny. Jon came and joined us in this super manipulative and scheming game in which I was, surprisingly, the winner! -.- HAHA. Headed home to watch the drama serial till 2 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went to Jurong Point with my family on Wednesday to shop and met Teck Kian and Kaijie there. HAHA. Bought clothes again. Need to stock up for uni -.- HAHA. Then as we were reaching home at 1130pm, we received a phonecall from my aunt who asked if we wanted to accompany her and my cousin's family to Malaysia for supper. SUPPER, can you believe it? Supper at 12 at Malaysia then come back at about 4am. That suggestion was crazy (but apparently my cousins do it very often) but the crazier thing was that.. WE AGREED AND WENT. So we went home, took our passports and off we were to MALAYSIA for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Omg, the food there is soooooo awesomely good and it wasn't the best. We went with my aunt, my cousin, my cousin in law and their daughter. We went to have pipa duck, kway chap and this FRIGGGING AWESOME TOFU. I swear it was soooo heavenly. I self admit I'm a carnivore but I fell in love with the TOFU. It seriously is crispy on the outside and it melts in your mouth when you bite. OMG.. I'm hungry now. We went back home at about 3am in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Woke up at 1pm in the afternoon, had lunch. And while we were having lunch, my mum asked suddenly, "Eh wanna go to Malaysia again today not?" And everyone replied with a resounding YES. HAHAHAHAHA. So after doing facial and resting, we WENT TO MALAYSIA again! Haha, this time we dragged another cousin along (the first cousin's brother). So final count who went was, my family, the same aunt, the first cousin, his wife, his 3 (out of 4) kids, the second cousin and second cousin's wife. HAHA. We went to eat more stuff this time. Crayfish, baby sotong, smelly fried beancurd (FRIGGINGSMELLY!), and obviously the pipa duck and TOFUUU! It was sooo good (: OMG, went home at about 5am this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND I HAD A BRIDGE SESSION WITH BERNICE, MARC AND WOONYEE AT 10 AM! OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I climbed out of bed and reached punctually at 10 ok! But the stupid MARC has something on so in the end, we met at 12 instead. But I was already at Bernice's house so we hanged out and I fell asleep before they came -.- HAHA watched show, played bridge, eat icecream. Had damn lousy luck in cards during bridge, especially when I call Ber as partner -.- AHAHA oh well. And came back home to watch drama serial from 8pm till 230am. Damn crazyy la us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spent the whole of Saturday sleeping -.- Seriously. Woke up at 12, went back to sleep 130pm, woke up at 215, went back to sleep at 330, woke up at 7pm. HAHA, damn crazy. And finished watch the drama serials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So... that's why I haven't been online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And that's why I'm going to look like a panda soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-1898527744365151129?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1898527744365151129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/havent-been-online-for-very-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1898527744365151129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1898527744365151129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/havent-been-online-for-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8285270299268355534</id><published>2009-06-15T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:01:47.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I need to stop saying, "It's okay" or "Well, there's always next year" to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cos well, it stopped being okay after I said that for the 3975836590th time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and it means that it will never happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wonder why&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/8779198715057613014-8285270299268355534?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8285270299268355534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-stop-saying-its-okay-or-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8285270299268355534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8285270299268355534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-stop-saying-its-okay-or-well.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-381854154846669430</id><published>2009-06-15T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:18:23.281+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:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; takeaway message for the day is, don't ask me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8779198715057613014-381854154846669430?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/381854154846669430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-your-takeaway-message-for-day-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/381854154846669430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/381854154846669430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-your-takeaway-message-for-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7839972165644523706</id><published>2009-06-13T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:04:47.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please don't get the wrong idea, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;queuing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; with the girls on Wednesday. I didn't actually go clubbing (: HAHA. Must maintain my innocent image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh no, I forgot what I wanted to blog -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, Friday was way too cool awesome. HAHA. Met up with Eve, Aishah, Amanda and Hui Yi for breakfast then we head to Playmax at St Andrew Cathedral. I think the most important thing is that I didn't know what to expect so I had fun. Human Foosball, Volleyball, Giant jenga, I had loads of fun. HAHA especially at the Fleamax thing. Met Bernice and Abby there too (: Which was a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to Queenstown for dinner with Fann x) It has been forever since I last met her. Had a wonderful time catching up and all. She's going to NUS FASS too!! And she is taking psychology too! So that's another 3 (hopefully, 4) years together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed off to NUS KR for rag dance auditions. I didn't expect to have sooo much fun there! I totally made a fool outta myself. There was only 8 of us yesterday! HAHA. And when I was learning the dance, I was half a beat slower than the rest. Or so I thought. Cos when we went to practice without the seniors, I realise the 5 of us are all dance klutz. But it was because we were such klutz that we had so much fun practicing together! Hahaha! I think I screwed up the auditions but I really had so much fun with the new found dance klutz friends (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fastfoward to today, tuition from 9 to 4 then head down to city hall to meet up and have dinner with Kerry and Marc (: Chatted a bit, but I don't think it's enough. HAHA. Handed in arts camp form already! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So tell me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what makes me, me?&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/8779198715057613014-7839972165644523706?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7839972165644523706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-dont-get-wrong-idea-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7839972165644523706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7839972165644523706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-dont-get-wrong-idea-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7316579559621169370</id><published>2009-06-12T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:11:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Omg, I'm turning into a loser and a freak.. NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Tues - Baking at Zihui's place, and failed =( And Butterfly Effect (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Lunch and hanging out with Jerene (: Dinner with Syak, Sian, Jane, Wendy, Sar and Jon. Desert then queueing up with Clare, Nat, Wendy and Sar at Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Shopping with mum (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fri - Going to meet Aishah for breakfast then the carnival thing with ais and eve. Dinner with FANN (: And rag dance auditions at night! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow is such a long day, I shall go sleep now (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7316579559621169370?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7316579559621169370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-im-turning-into-loser-and-freak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7316579559621169370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7316579559621169370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-im-turning-into-loser-and-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1211118064485298298</id><published>2009-06-08T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:26:28.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Came back from camp! It would have been an even more awesome experience if my stupid monthly thing didn't come the day before the camp. If I blog in bits and pieces and you can't understand, please pardon/ignore me/it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 (Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Woke up super early to reach the mrt station with Juls, JY and Jane! (Wow, all their names starts with J). Booked in, was in the same group as Wendy! Miley Cyrus! Played icebreaker games with the facils and campers. HAHA, we had 9 campers and 11 facils! -.- HAHAH but our facils came and went in and out of the group so we couldn't quite bond as close as I would like to, until the last night/day. Played station games. Lunched. Played Prison break. I swear the Mahones were damn scary.. The concept of the game is very cool. But I'm not going to try explaining it here. Anyway, Wendy and I were paired to find the straws, and a facil was supposed to accompany us. Who knows, I was separated from Wendy and my facil after a while and I didn't know how to go back to our base -.- I swear I almost cried cos I felt so abandoned and the mahones were so scary! Yeah, I'm such a loser. Then we went to cook our dinner. Bathed. Had block supper. Played Secret Pal. (The concept of this game is very good too! Each of us had previously ranked ourselves with a certain personality and have indicated our preferred personality of the opposite gender. Based on our choices, we were then paired with someone from the camp. We spent time either talking or doing some activities with them blindfolded.) It was kinda fun cos while I was waiting for my SP (secret pal) to arrive, the facils kept dee-siao-ing me and I played with them. That was really fun. And then, when my SP arrived, he was very sporting too. We played with the facils and all. And we could get along with each other so that was good. Okay I can't remember what's after SP but then we had some late night session talking and the night ended at 2am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Woke up, breakfast. Went for war games. Kept losing. HAHA, I think my group damn suay. We lose every game we played. So we heck care already cos we know wwe won't win anything. HAHA -.- Then it was pool games. But since I had, ahem, I just watched my group play. HAHA. Then it was wash up. Learning of mass dance. And SP again! I think the highlight was SP for me. Cos when I was blindfolded, the seniors kept talking to me, and since I had nothing to do/lose, I played with them as well. Since talking crap was my forte, I think they were amused and entertained by me. HAHA. And my SP seemed very similar to me as well, so we had fun talking and playing with the seniors too (all this done when we were blindfolded!) Then the seniors were so irritating! They tricked me and said there was a huge gap so they made me take a big step then they said I had to bend over something etc etc etc. Turns out they just wanted to bring me into the lift -.- Piang! But I had so much fun during SP. Then it was BBQ/performance. Our group did a skit. Sang songs. Then we had free time while waiting for the seniors to finish their debrief/practice. So wendy and I watched the seniors practice their cheerleading performance which was so awesomely cool! Here comes the interesting part. I received a sms from one of the seniors asking me what my room number is, and when would I be sleeping etc cos they needed to check my room. So I replied her questions and asked what were they going to check. She didn't reply my question but asked me more random questions like where was I etc. I got so freaked out cos I thought I was in some kinda trouble cos her smses sounded so serious. Then I told my facil about it and she decided to call the senior that kept asking me the weird question. After my facil put down the phone with that senior, she looked at me and said, "Did you do anything wrong before you come to the camp? That was *** *** and I know her personally. She sounded super serious and that's not good." And I was like shit, I'm such a law abiding person la. Then that senior came to find us and that senior gave me this very serious face and asked, "Have you been locking your room these few days?" And I didn't... So she said, "You know there's a lot of workers coming in and out of the halls during this holiday. You cannot leave your room unlock. What have you been doing in your room cos we received some complaints.." And I was like... O.o TURNS OUT THAT THE SENIOR WANTED TO DELIVER FLOWERS TO ME FROM MY SP! OMG HOW SWEEEEET IS THAT? BUT THEY DIDNT HAVE TO PUT ME THROUGH ALL THE SHIT AND SCARE THE HELL OUTTA ME! But it was soooo memorable, looking back now. HAHA. I couldn't sit still the whole time. My stupid facil and the senior were acting all along la! Haha. Then we had late night session talks till 3am again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last day. Had revelation of who our SP was! Had breakfast with him. He is good-looking leh! Darn, I have such a good impression of him now. Cos I thought he was already very nice when I was blindfolded. Even the senior who delivered the flowers to me thought he was good looking too! And we exchanged gift. He bought a box of chocolates, a packet of sweets and toilet bowl cleaner (that's why he gave the flower as well, cos he felt bad about giving the toilet bowl cleaner. AWWW.) for me. And omg, I swear we have chemistry. First of all, I have given toilet bowl pump for gift exchange before. Second of all, the chocolates that I bought for him was the exact chocolates he bought for me. Just that his was the small box and mine's the big one. HAHA. And guess what, the both of us won the funniest SP couple! HAHA. I really think it's cos we crack the seniors up when we entertained/played with them. Then it was perfomances by the seniors and lunch at vivo with everyone then home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Slept at 6pm and all the way till 11 am of the next day. (OMG I MISSED MY BOYS OVER FLOWERS! CRAP) Then went out with my extended family for dinner and to sing K all the way till 3am. HAHA. We are too cool man! Extended family with the youngest member being 4 months old and the oldest being 70 odd la! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And today, went shopping with my sister and her friends and bought two shirts! Must start preparing for university already! (: &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/8779198715057613014-1211118064485298298?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1211118064485298298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/came-back-from-camp-it-would-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1211118064485298298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1211118064485298298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/came-back-from-camp-it-would-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8434217530785376409</id><published>2009-06-03T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:09:27.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, let's backtrack a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday was spent playing.... NETBALL! I was so tricked into playing it. But it was fun (: It was nice sweating. HAHA. But then I came home and slept like a log from 6pm to 9pm -.- Of course, I had to wake up to watch my Boys over Flowers. Yes, I'm into it tooooooo ((((: Wl, that ju junbiao is getting cooler with each episode! And that other guy, darn I don't know what's his name, is soooo cute (: Eh, according to my friend, its the character whom Ken Chu (ex-F4) acted in the Taiwan version. HAHA. Wah next time should post some pictures of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went cycling at Pulau Ubin with Zihui, Charlena and Xingrui on Monday! Haha, seems like I'm going there every 1st of the month. This time, the place was so much less crowded which was good but I was so scared that no one will be able to find us if we got lost somewhere -.- HAHA. And, we cycled to places which I didn't go during my previous trip there (somehow I had the impression that we covered everything then)! Hidden quarry which Zihui knew and the bike trail which Eugene convinced us not to go the other time (=P).. Pulau ubin seems to like me (: But I'm so going to go ice-skating the next time! (: Cos cycling in Ubin makes my butt hurt =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Tuesday), I went to watch Monsters VS Aliens 3D with Ber, JY and Grace! HAHA.The 3D part of the show was quite disappointing cos there weren't many effects =( Like what Grace said, they should produce a show which is meant to be 3D.. The show wasn't that bad, but it wasn't particularly impressive either. I thought Bolt was a better animation. Heh. But, I LOVE B.O.B. It's soooooo funny! (: HAHA. So brainless! "I may not have a brain but I have an idea/plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be off to KR Camp tomorrow! (: C'mon, jiayun, must feel enthu and excited! =D HAHAHA. But I will come back in time to watch Boys over Flowers! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't miss me too much hor! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8434217530785376409?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8434217530785376409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-lets-backtrack-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8434217530785376409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8434217530785376409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-lets-backtrack-little.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4468521061921320328</id><published>2009-05-30T08:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:08:31.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Saturday, 8:12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why yours is here and not on a card is because, well I'm not sure when's the next time I see you and I'm being such a perfectionist now, and the perfectionist in me doesn't like the way my handwriting looks on your card. And like what I told Geraldine, yours is longer.. So, here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After teaching in BGPS, many have asked me if I'm going to be a teacher and while my answer (and instinct) has always been a "no", somehow I feel that I might just become one in the future. Of course, I have found the work to be very meaningful and satisfying and I totally agree with the phrase, "To teach is touch lives forever", but I think a significant part of the wanting to be a teacher has been inspired by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing your dedication to the profession and the attitude you carry towards your students has left a very deep impression on me. I believe that when we do things from our heart, the sincerity will naturally shine through in our actions. And I think the affection you have for your students really shine through in your daily actions. I don't know why but the things you have done for your kids, like bringing that extra pencils and erasers for them during exams, though simple, have really touched me. And I think that has sparked off something. But well, we all know that I will end up traumatizing the kids and ruining lives instead, so I better not enter the teaching profession.... You know, I once told a friend that if I was one of your P2 students, I would probably end up following you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the help in school. I know I must have been pretty irritating with all the endless queries about this&amp;amp;that and have greatly inconvenienced you, especially during such a stressful time.But I really thank you for all that you have done from the bottom of my heart. I hope that your passion for teaching will never die and that you will continue to touch hearts and enrich lives in all that you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone was supposed to go to school with me on Friday.. Tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has the tendency to behave weirdly around those they like, no?&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/8779198715057613014-4468521061921320328?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4468521061921320328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-why-yours-is-here-and-not-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4468521061921320328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4468521061921320328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-why-yours-is-here-and-not-on.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1947237043940521266</id><published>2009-05-29T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:00:08.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yesterday was an experience of a lifetime. Okay, maybe not lifetime.. But worthy enough.&lt;br /&gt;It was Meet the Parents session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I was the EL and MA teacher of a P2 class, I had to meet the parents and well, I must say I did a pretty good job. I was very professional ok! I discussed with the parents about their kids' exam performance and what was their area of weakness and how they can improve. And I think I gave politically correct answers about the frequent change of teachers. And there were a few relatively difficult parents, but nothing to hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a role reversal... I'm usually the usher/student and it's my parents who will talk nonstop to the teachers, but now, I'm the teacher. Haha awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today marks the last day of school. Departures are always bittersweet. I told some of my upper primary kids I was leaving and I took pictures with my two favourite upper primary class! Pictures, er soon..? And I was kinda afraid to tell my lower primary kids that I was leaving cos they already had so many changes in teachers. But I took pictures with them anyway! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there's the teachers. I need to talk a little about them, but maybe another post more fitting for such a memorable and special day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-1947237043940521266?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1947237043940521266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-was-experience-of-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1947237043940521266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1947237043940521266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-was-experience-of-lifetime.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8961647641285961241</id><published>2009-05-27T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:38:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Something funny happened today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My kid asked me, "Ms Ong, may I go to the back of the class to fart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I almost died trying not to laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I called out some of the kids' names cos I need them to do their work with me at the back of the class. So as usual, kids don't listen and I had to repeat myself. And so as I was calling them out again, the class went. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nehh.&lt;/span&gt;." as each of the names were called. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt; as in there they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I was so irritated by their nehs, that I shouted at them, "You stop your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neh nehs&lt;/span&gt; here and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neh nehs&lt;/span&gt; there ah.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And as soon as I said that, I realised how wronngggggg it sounded! And my class burst into laughter and I went, oh shiiitttt. I was trying so hard not to laugh that I turned my humour into anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm too idiotic to be a teacher -.-&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/8779198715057613014-8961647641285961241?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8961647641285961241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-funny-happened-today-my-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8961647641285961241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8961647641285961241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-funny-happened-today-my-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4068866428044288054</id><published>2009-05-21T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:47:47.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;You can't switch the world off,&lt;br /&gt;but you can certainly plug in some good music! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a good mood that even my kids notice! Ohh lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-4068866428044288054?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4068866428044288054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-cant-switch-world-off-but-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4068866428044288054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4068866428044288054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-cant-switch-world-off-but-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6072727022048189373</id><published>2009-05-20T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:30:22.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Posting this in short form cos I repeated it at least 4 times and I don't think I have the patience again. BUT ITS DAMN FUNNY, to me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Was asked to do some assembly work before contact time&lt;br /&gt;- Was late for CT as a result&lt;br /&gt;- Had to sit in the front row as there were no seats left&lt;br /&gt;- Sat between the P and VP! =S HAHA&lt;br /&gt;- Listened to the P delivering the Minister's speech&lt;br /&gt;- The P asked all the teachers to recite the public service(?) pledge&lt;br /&gt;- I went crazy thinking if i should recite cos either way, it's awkward for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- The P decided that I should recite with them&lt;br /&gt;- And the P ASKED ME TO LEAD THE PLEDGE&lt;br /&gt;- So I led the pledge with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA what an experience. I know it doesnt sound very funny but it was so comical when it happened! All sorts of feelings encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, smilesssss (:&lt;br /&gt;Jiggle and squiggle! (: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-6072727022048189373?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6072727022048189373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/posting-this-in-short-form-cos-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6072727022048189373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6072727022048189373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/posting-this-in-short-form-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-444370745567627229</id><published>2009-05-18T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:39:37.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Even though I said "Haha okay", I know it's gone.. I don't give a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's gone for good when you don't feel sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for us, but I'm not holding on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually feel relieved - what you said actually unleashed some message in my brain to say, "I'm moving on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this boy in my next door class. He has some kinda muscle disorder. It's kinda serious cos he is unable to get up by himself if he sits and he can't walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I see him, he eludes this sense of silent resilience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but he has become my source of courage. He doesn't know it, but I'm rooting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-444370745567627229?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/444370745567627229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/even-though-i-said-haha-okay-i-know-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/444370745567627229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/444370745567627229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/even-though-i-said-haha-okay-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5667002178026801245</id><published>2009-05-16T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:46:19.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kid said to me today, "Ms Ong, there's something near your mouth."&lt;br /&gt;And I replied, "I know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know, cos it was my new pimple. Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Totally malu-ated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-5667002178026801245?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5667002178026801245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5667002178026801245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5667002178026801245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3336547514239338272</id><published>2009-05-12T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:16:02.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Throughout this whole week, there has been a constant thought in my head: I'm just really glad that I'm me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The two lessons I've learnt from last week, be contented and count your blessings. Even in the most insignificant way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Count my blessings that I am able to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Count my blessings that I am working with wonderful people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Count my blessings that my letters came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm blessed in many ways and I don't know how to express my gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess what they say is true - It's time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; start caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I pull myself out. And from my conversation with Dim, I need to start moving. It's either I move up or move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that ever since I moved to afternoon session, I kinda stop talking about my students? But the teachers in the afternoon session are a wonder (not that those in the morning session are not.. ) Students are nicer (touch wood, I hope I don't jinx it and plus its revision cum exams week so they know they have to behave...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how there are times when there are so many thoughts swimming in your head and you just can't hear anything else..? I'm having a lot of those times lately.&lt;br /&gt;And you know those times when you just don't make sense? Well, I think I don't know. Not like I have ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like having the pieces in your hands but not sure which fits into what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say,&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you, now.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is, I don't know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly ok? But surely, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3336547514239338272?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3336547514239338272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/throughout-this-whole-week-there-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3336547514239338272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3336547514239338272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/throughout-this-whole-week-there-has.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7970471018544512984</id><published>2009-05-05T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:56:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I want to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One day, I hope you will turn around and realise that I have been there all along too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then I hope, if I had meant something to you, you would at least give chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cos I want to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(E)&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/8779198715057613014-7970471018544512984?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7970471018544512984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-go-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7970471018544512984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7970471018544512984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5494473046112789554</id><published>2009-05-03T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:56:30.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, so I have been re-deployed to the afternoon session. Only got the news today. Seems like I will be working till end of term still. But the thing is, no proper goodbyes to my kids. This is not the farewell I anticipated. It's a bittersweet feeling, sad to leave the good classes, happy to leave the (ahem) ones. I'm so going to miss them! Especially my p4 class. I'm still in shock. Haha. I'm so going to take tonnes of photos with them on Monday and Tuesday (: And foward looking we shall be! New class, new kids, new experiences (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling at Ubin was GREAT (: Even though my bike was kinda screwed up, I had loads of fun with everyone! We should do such outings regularly... xD And my camera miraculously worked. So that was really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I meet someone now, I try to take in their features as much as possible. How their skin creases, how their smiles curls, how their eyes sparkle.. Take in as much as possible. Cos I don't know when's the next time we meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me forget how you look, and the way you sound&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/8779198715057613014-5494473046112789554?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5494473046112789554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-i-have-been-re-deployed-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5494473046112789554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5494473046112789554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-i-have-been-re-deployed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4895570854832797105</id><published>2009-04-28T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:49:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMG big news!!!! BIG newS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might join Jiayun in her status of "unemployed". Apparently, there is this flexi adjunct teacher who is coming in and so, they don't really need our service anymore. BUT it is not confirmed yet. I had super mixed feelings when I heard the news. I always thought that I would stop work at the end of May, meaning that I had time to play and bond with my kids before I leave. But leaving by next Friday means that I won't have time to spend much quality time with them cos we will all be rushing to complete the syllabus =( AND I WON'T EVEN KNOW HOW WELL MY MATH CLASS DO FOR SA1 =((( SAD. On the other hand, confirming that teaching is not my calling, I'm pretty happy that I would end work early. It will mean being able to wake up later (:, getting some "me-slack" time, and a change of (working) environment. I wanna work in an ice cream parlour before I enter university. Anyone, any lobangs? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second news.. HAHA. Ask me (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a glorious day =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-4895570854832797105?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4895570854832797105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-big-news-big-news-i-think-i-might.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4895570854832797105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4895570854832797105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-big-news-big-news-i-think-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779198715057613014.post-3410101560490703238</id><published>2009-04-27T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:55:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;So yesterday was Star Awards 2009. Like all other Singaporeans who watched, this is my two cents' worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's with the beeping sound and switching the mike off after one minute of speech?&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was really low class and degrading. Dude, the winners put in so much effort and only get affirmed once a year. Shouldn't they deserve more than one minute for their thank you speech? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What's with the gimmicks for presentation?&lt;br /&gt;To whoever who thought of those gimmicks, it was an overkill. Parrot, magic tricks, helicopters, burning of the card... It was way too much unnecessary time spent on the award presentation! Plus, it just totally fell flat. I thought it would be much better if the time spent on all these gimmicks were given to the winners instead -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Congrats to Joanne Peh for winning the Best Actress! (:&lt;br /&gt;I thought she totally deserved it! Okay, some of you may say that Chen Liping deserves it better and I wouldn't argue with you cos I like Chen Liping too. So stop trying to pick a fight with me here. BUT if you are someone who says that Jeanette Aw deserves it more than Joanne Peh then you are at the wrong blog. Anyone with eyes can tell that Jeanette Aw couldn't act all in Xiao Niang Re. She's just lucky that she is liked by one of the producers/whoever in the management level of Mediacorp. And before you accuse me of being biased, I was actually neutral towards both Joanne Peh and Jeanette Aw before I watched Xiao Niang Re. But after watching the show, I thought that Jeanette Aw couldn't act AT ALL. And she should honestly stop acting as if she's really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I know I sound like ranting but yeah, I think the producers of the Star Awards really need this (honest) feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3410101560490703238?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3410101560490703238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yesterday-was-star-awards-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3410101560490703238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3410101560490703238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yesterday-was-star-awards-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6279025258431380536</id><published>2009-04-26T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:09:35.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't you just hate it when you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to say&lt;br /&gt;don't know if you should say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like grabbing onto sand, only to feel it slipping from your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compared to you, I'm much shorter, in every way.&lt;br /&gt;And you leave without bidding goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we don't know who we hurt. Those we hurt, loves us the most. Or is it that they are hurt cos they love us the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we know the truth, everything along the way becomes obvious.&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/8779198715057613014-6279025258431380536?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6279025258431380536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6279025258431380536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6279025258431380536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8308882705679796201</id><published>2009-04-26T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:04:13.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;WAH I haven't been online/using the computer for the last gazillion days. Piang, so many important emails which came and I totally missed the deadline. People are going to think that I'm some irresponsible person. HAHA not like I was very responsible to begin with. Ahhh, I missed typing on the keyboard... The sound of typing. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so anyway, let's backtrack what happened in the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was tuition for almost half the day. I'm not kidding when I say that, I reached the place at 830am and left at 645pm. Had dinner with my family at Aston's after that. Yesterday's dinner wasn't so good. Quite disappointing actually. Bad service, not so good steaks &gt;.&lt; Oh well. Then we head home and had our own little mini movie marathon! Watched Red Cliff 2 and Ip Man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was memorable. My favourite bunch of kids lied to me -.- They had science remedial after school but they lied to me, saying that they did not have to attend. I was skeptical cos I remembered vaguely about the teacher saying that the extra lesson was for the whole class. But I believed them cos they are quite good in my math class, so I thought maybe they are good in science too and so the teacher excused them. Turns out they lied to me cos they wanted to play basketball with me -.- I scolded them all the way when I brought them from the basketball court to the remedial classroom. Then I went to Bedok Stadium with my p6 kids to laugh at them cos it was their 1.6km run. After dinner, I went to Mega house function (: Wellllllll, I shall keep (some) comments to myself. Obviously the juniors will say theirs was better and obviously we will say ours was better. But the fact that they copied our idea is already saying something.. HAHA. Hanged out with jane, wendy, juliana, sian, jon, eugene and zhihao. HAHA i bet dim's going to be so jealous (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wah lau, I'm already so bored about this whole narrating thing. But I know I would appreciate writing it all down when I reread this post. So....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I can't remember what I did on Thurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After school on Wednesday, I went to AMK hub. I FINALLY bought two pairs of shoes -.- Been wanting to buy shoes since forever, but er .. let's just say that Fate didn't allow. Haha. And I FINALLY met up with a rather old friend as well (: So that was nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And tuesday night was (: Oh, I think I blogged on Wednesday right? Crapp, I'm overlapping the blog posts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better try and redeem myself and reply some emails now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8308882705679796201?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8308882705679796201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8308882705679796201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8308882705679796201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8826200989540613131</id><published>2009-04-22T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:54:43.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So yesterday, like all the other kiasu singaporean students, I went for B&amp;amp;J's free cone day (: I went to the vivo's outlet and there was this line (about 30 metres?) right outside the shop, and I thought, "Okay, not bad, can line up la." And then, when I was about to join the queue, the guy said, "Oh the line starts from outside." So as we (jy, jy's dad, my brother and I) walked outside to the play area, we saw how long the line really was...... But since my brother and I went all the way there just for the ice cream experience, we decided to join the queue. Surprisingly, the queueing didn't take very long, we waited for about 40 mins? I had expected the wait to be about an hour or more? Oh wells, we got the ice cream in the end, so we are happy little kids (: And I told my kids about the ice cream day in school today and they were like o.O HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mum went to Malaysia with her friend yesterday, just for fun, and came back with a bad stomachache that lasted till today. HAHA. She's damn funny. She can't take coffee or tea (it's the caffeine), she can't even smell them, or she won't be able to fall asleep. Yet, when she went to Malaysia, she ordered a drink that mixed coffee with tea together! Piang eh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I almost confiscated a PSP today. Dang, should have taken it home. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wah lau, wonderful night la ((:&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/8779198715057613014-8826200989540613131?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8826200989540613131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yesterday-like-all-other-kiasu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8826200989540613131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8826200989540613131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yesterday-like-all-other-kiasu.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3379704504624689360</id><published>2009-04-19T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:45:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Being a teacher and working now made me realise how much I liked being a student. Note: being a student, not the studying part. When you are still in school, you are able to see your friends everyday, talk crap sing song play mahjong.. Pass notes, eat in class, sleep in class.. But the main thing is, you get to do everything with the people you enjoy being with, even when doing the shittiest things, like taking an exam or doing tutorials. Now, it's a test of friendship. One, that I'm sure to fail since I work 6 days a week and use the rest of the time to fall asleep -.- Like how I slept from 630 pm yesterday to 930 this morning. 15 hrs straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends, if you are bored or you miss me, you know what number to call. HAHA. Cos sometimes, I really wanna spend the time with you guys but am too shy to ask. Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do we mean to each other?&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/8779198715057613014-3379704504624689360?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3379704504624689360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-teacher-and-working-now-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3379704504624689360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3379704504624689360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-teacher-and-working-now-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5051335095354839993</id><published>2009-04-17T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:37:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Random rants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MUST FIND A JOB WHICH I REALLY LIKE WHEN I GRADUATE FROM UNIVERSITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's just no use dragging myself out of bed every single day, just to do something I don't like/don't see the point doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Jiayun will totally understand this.) It's just, life-draining.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to conked out from 3pm to 6pm cos work is just plain energy sucking. Now, I sleep out of habit. Crappp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please, university offer letters, come soon.. Come now! =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And what's the big deal about Tampines 1? 0.0 It's just getting the hype now cos it's the newly opened mall in the heartlands. And what's up with Uni-lala (you know which store I'm referring to)? You gotta queue up to ENTER the store. Like, whattt? Raises eyebrow.&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/8779198715057613014-5051335095354839993?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5051335095354839993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-rants-must-find-job-which-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5051335095354839993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5051335095354839993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-rants-must-find-job-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3567548710281141017</id><published>2009-04-15T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:37:30.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA my kids are really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was having a lesson about cells and I don't know how, but I ended the remedial with one of my kid asking me how.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reproduction&lt;/span&gt; takes place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I was explaining to her and omg, she just kept giggling -.- Twelve years olds. I was soooooo amused by her thinking and her reaction. HAHA. Oh well, it is understandable, cos I was twelve years old once and I thought once you kiss someone, you will get pregnant O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3567548710281141017?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3567548710281141017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahahahaha-my-kids-are-really-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3567548710281141017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3567548710281141017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahahahaha-my-kids-are-really-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-9177690985190624854</id><published>2009-04-13T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:54:01.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I know every post about the students will just bore the readers, you guys. But I really do want to capture most moments/highlights of my teaching experience, and most of them will no doubt be about the students right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was semi-enlightened today by my p4 kids. There's this three kids in class who seriously make me go mad everyday but today, they totally really made my day. One of them was absent, and the other two came for remedial today! (That, in itself, deserves two thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was giving them worksheets to do, and one of them said he did not know how to do so I went over to help. He is such a fast learner! I only have to teach him the first question and he knew who to apply the concept to the rest of the questions. Am I impressed or am I impressed? But that special moment came when I saw the expression on his face. The seriousness and the expression of him thinking was priceless. I thought that he totally needed to be praised and affirmed for that and so, I used loads of positive language on him (: I asked him if he could behave this way in class and he said yes! (But something tells me he will forget about it tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first naughty boy incident.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the second naughty boy incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting beside us and doing his worksheets. And all these while, he did not run around, shout or disturb the other kids (yes, he does this A LOT in class). He just sat there silently, undisturbed by the rest of the kids who were chattering while doing their work. That whole 45 minutes. We may think that that's nothing, that we can sit and study independently for 3 hours at a go without any troubles, but these kids are no ordinary kids. They are pretty special and well, they are still kids. And for them (especially him) to do that, I was beyond impressed. And not only that, he managed to get all the questions right, except for the first one. I was so so so encouraged by him (: Here's a boy who's pretty special, and faces certain difficulty in class, yet he displayed such self-discipline and mature-ness in remedial today. Of course, he totally received heaps of positive language from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these two incidents only speak of one thing: all kids are truly gems, just waiting to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so long to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop being such a gangster teacher and make use of such a rare opportunity to make a difference ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-9177690985190624854?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/9177690985190624854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-every-post-about-students-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/9177690985190624854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/9177690985190624854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-every-post-about-students-will.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-359213685077857835</id><published>2009-04-09T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:34:12.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As crazy as this may sound, work is keeping me sane. When I'm in school and teaching, I don't think of anything except, my kids and teaching (duh). And well, sometimes, ways to slack. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was our school's sports meet. Eugene S and I decided to go for the sports meet though we had no duties. We thought it was would be fun watching (and laughing) our kids run, but haha, guess what, one of the teachers who was supposed to be the announcer/emcee of the sports meet did not come to school and I was pulled in to be the announcer last minute -.- I know I love talking to crowds (HAHA) and I can talk to them impromptu-ly but I hate how my voice sound like through the microphone so I was quite apprehensive about doing the job. Furthermore, some of the kids' names are just... so hard to pronounce! But I pulled through, in one piece, and guess what, I received compliments. HAHAHA. The teachers were like, "Was that you announcing? Your voice is very soothing!" and some even said I did a great job (((: On cloud nine man. It was so funny cos I speak to these teachers everyday but no one says I have a nice voice, yet when I'm announcing, they love my voice. HAHA. Okay, maybe they are just being nice. My mum says that it's a ploy to say that I'm good at announcing - so that when they need people to do saikang work to announce, they will all know who to find....... -.- HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After the fun at sports meet, Eugene S and I decided to join my p6 kids for ice skating. Freaking expensive but VERY NICE! The last time I been there was before the rink was torn down and that was like eons ago. The first half an hour was just spent trying not to fall and slowly moving around with the skates. But after you get past the initial fear, your speed picks up, and the feeling of the cold wind freezing your ears and nose is awesomeness! And you just keep telling yourself, go faster go faster. There was a few times I almost fell but luckily I didn't (: I would have been so embarassed in front of my kids. But out of the 5 that went, only 1 could skate and the other 4 was just... &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Came back home and fell asleep (duh) and had the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And had a major argument with my sister -.- What an end to a nice day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gah, my kids are sooo sooo sooo cute! My p3 kids will always ask me how old I am whenever I walk past them (I only took them for three periods for relief teaching) and they just look so cute that I wanna pack them in my bag and carry them home -.- But I will always tell them that I'm 200 years old. HAHA. I MUST REMEMBER TO TAKE PICTURES WITH THEM WHEN I AM LEAVING. THEY ARE TOO CUTE.....&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/8779198715057613014-359213685077857835?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/359213685077857835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-crazy-as-this-may-sound-work-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/359213685077857835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/359213685077857835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-crazy-as-this-may-sound-work-is.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2147266447598900456</id><published>2009-04-06T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:07:28.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SysQghBQFqw/SdoLYvRLCKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ydNSybL9JYc/s1600-h/Northern+Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SysQghBQFqw/SdoLYvRLCKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ydNSybL9JYc/s320/Northern+Lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321578429324920994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.maeds.ca/images/Northern%20Lights2.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From someone who has never uploaded pictures, and may get sued for posting this up, this is just for you. Love the northern lights. Hope you do too (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And please, don't sue me. Is it enough to put the link there? =/&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/8779198715057613014-2147266447598900456?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2147266447598900456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2147266447598900456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2147266447598900456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SysQghBQFqw/SdoLYvRLCKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ydNSybL9JYc/s72-c/Northern+Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779198715057613014.post-3659627219142571580</id><published>2009-04-05T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I FEEL SO BAD TOWARDS MY KIDS. COS I PROMISED THEM I WILL BRING THEM TO THE COMPUTER LAB BUT THEN, WHEN I BROUGHT THEM TO THE COMPUTER LABS, THEY WERE ALL OCCUPIED. CRAP =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was funnnn. Going for tuition for more than half of the day was draining, and not particularly fun. The fun came after that! Went home to bathe then went to meet aishah and amira and ais' friend for dinner at east point. Amira was late for almost an hour! 0.o Luckily we are all patient and nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the three of us (minus ais' friend) went for SC campfire! Met up with wy, lester, kerry, eugene and jon. We were the FIRST few seniors who arrived at the netball court. Kudos to our courage and er, participation. Of course, more of the 31st and 30th came after that. Didn't really think much of the campfire (oops =/) and had more fun catching up with the rest. Haha. I'm not being mean or whatever, but I guess it's just a natural progression of life. The TASC left earlier and we went to siglap cafe cartel where we bought the half priced cheesecakes! =D And we received an extra cheesecake (winks). Had so much frigging fun there with them. All the stupid conversations. Honestly, I can't remember what we said but I remembered laughing the whole night -.- I really love their company man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, the SC investiture is on 29th April. That's so early! 0.o zangzangzang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. 8 more weeks to the end of term 2! And I have a new revised timetable. Totally love the new timetable. Awesomeness. And next week is a 3day work week cos it's Good Friday and Thurs is the school's sports day. Awesomeness again (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3659627219142571580?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3659627219142571580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-so-bad-towards-my-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3659627219142571580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3659627219142571580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-so-bad-towards-my-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4955425925507836903</id><published>2009-04-01T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:38:18.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kinda Must Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was funnny with my p4 kids. I told them that we are going to play an individual game. The model student of the fortnight will be the little teacher of the day and they will get to sit at the teachers' desk. They were all so thrilled at that idea (kids are relatively easily satisfied at times HAHA). This kid, let's call her Milo, walked up to me and asked me again, "Ms Ong, what's the reward for the game?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You get to be the little teacher of the day and you get to sit at the teacher's desk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HERE COMES THE CRAZIEST PART. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She went, "Okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NOT VERY CRAZY YET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THEN SHE TURNED AROUND, SKIPPED AWAY (I SWEAR SHE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SKIPPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; AWAY) AND MUTTERED TO HERSELF&lt;/span&gt; (but loud enough for me to hear)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Little Miss Milo" WITH HER HANDS CLASPED TOGETHER, IN A VERY DREAMY DAZE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IT'S ONE OF THOSE YOU-HAVE-TO-BE-THERE-TO KNOW-HOW-CRAZY-IT-WAS SCENES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I STARED AT HER REACTION, AND ALMOST FAINTED WHILE LAUGHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was crazy during my music lessons with my first p5 class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We were supposed to play Edelweiss on the recorder. And as I was playing with the class, I actually blowed a note wrongly, and knowing me, I actually said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh shit!&lt;/span&gt;" while everyone else was still playing the song! Then my kids all turned around and gave me the 0.0 look. Of course, I apologised but I was like, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;One more reason why I'm not cut out to be a teacher.....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm always amazed when I survive Wednesdays cos I have lessons every single period except during recess. Not only that, there's a one and a half hr remedial after school. It's my CRAZIEST day and I used to HATE wednesdays but now, I kinda like it cos time seems to pass faster on Wednesdays (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHA my life really revolves kids and work now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OH WAIT, today was April Fools' Day! At first, I fell for their stupid "Look Ms Ong, someone vomitted" or "Look Ms Ong, cockcroach!" jokes. But after the first period, I will  just give them the raises eyebrow look and say, "Aprils' Fools..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, I was in one of my p5 classes when suddenly a kid beside me said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ms Ong, cockcroach!&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Either Singaporean kids seriously have no imagination or we have too many cockcroaches around cos I heard the cockcroach one super loads of time -.- &lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So I looked him in the eye, gave a straight face, stomped my feet and then said, "Cockcroach, dead" coolly&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAH we laughed like crazy after that. I think they didn't expect that reaction. Frankly speaking, I didn't too. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And because my p4 kids were overloading me with "Look Ms Ong, whatever's there" joke, I decided to punk them as well. When I went into their class for the second time, I told them that it was my last day teaching them so I asked them to behave themselves for once. I was trying so hard not to laugh cos they totally fell for it! It was kind of a wrong move cos they started swarming me and asking me to give them my handphone number and email address though. A few of them were visually upset man! One of them was even on the verge of crying and insisted on giving me a hug which I refused, of course. But then at one point during the lesson, she gave me a hug from behind! VIOLATED! HAHA. Then when it was time for me to go, I told them, "HAPPY APRILS' FOOLS DAY! I'm still going to be here teaching you guys, so those who are not done with your homework better hand it to me by tomorrow." HAHAHAHAHA and the whole class went into frenzy mode again -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Doesn't hearing about my experiences make you wanna be a teacher as well? ^^ HAHA&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/8779198715057613014-4955425925507836903?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4955425925507836903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/kinda-must-read-monday-was-funnny-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4955425925507836903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4955425925507836903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/kinda-must-read-monday-was-funnny-with.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2309919938634692820</id><published>2009-03-29T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:26:43.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want you to know that I'm with you every step of the way. Every time you feel like you can't go on anymore, I'm here to cheer you on. When you need the laughter, I will be here with the jokes. When you turn around, I will be right behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm incapable of holding a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I say the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never apart.&lt;br /&gt;I may be forgotten but I am very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never one to be biased against people, just terribly biased towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E)&lt;br /&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/8779198715057613014-2309919938634692820?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2309919938634692820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-want-you-to-know-that-im-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2309919938634692820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2309919938634692820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-want-you-to-know-that-im-with.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-9202621759606718046</id><published>2009-03-27T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:49:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mm, my p4 class is getting better in terms of behaviour (: Guess my new strategy worked. Awesomeness. And now that they are getting better, I think my p3 class will overtake them as the worst to handle. Crappp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But crap, I behave like a teenager (I AM still a teenager afterall) when I'm around my upper primary kids. I was walking into one of my p5 class today and the class monitress put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Ms Ong is my friend. We friend hor, Ms Ong?" I just gave her the 0.0 look. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And on wednesday's science remedial with my p6's kids, they were supposed to do this mock exam. If they pass with good results, I will kick them out of the remedial (: As they were doing their work, I did mine too. And instead of sitting properly like how a teacher does, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;made myself comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to do my stuff. And the kids were like, "Teacher, you don't look like teacher leh. You look more like student." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so not going to state the obvious here -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And haha, I found my students' blog *winks* Mm, what if they find mine too.......?&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/8779198715057613014-9202621759606718046?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/9202621759606718046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/mm-my-p4-class-is-getting-better-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/9202621759606718046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/9202621759606718046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/mm-my-p4-class-is-getting-better-in.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-496239336372814907</id><published>2009-03-24T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:58:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amazingly, when I have decided that I want to note down whatever that has happened in class, nothing major happens. Which is a good thing, actually. Then again, it's only the second day of Term 2. *crosses fingers that they will be well behaved. please please please* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uni applications are draining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-496239336372814907?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/496239336372814907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazingly-when-i-have-decided-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/496239336372814907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/496239336372814907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazingly-when-i-have-decided-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7172855541170986057</id><published>2009-03-22T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:05:23.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;For the stupidest conversation, continue reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey hey hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hey hey hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dim: hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dim: hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hwy&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: HAHAHAHA TYPO&lt;br /&gt;Dim: YEAH YOU LOSE&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: hahahahahah you lose first, you said hwy instead of hey&lt;br /&gt;Dim: hahahaha no when?&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dim: hwy, go look -.-&lt;br /&gt;Dim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Segoe UI;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ooh...that was me?  hahahahahaha LOL i thought u were the one that said hwy hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Huimin: it was you, you loser!!!! hahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;School starts tml! Ten weeks of mad rush, here I come! And this term, I'm going to spread the joy (and horror) by blogging what they do in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7172855541170986057?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7172855541170986057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-stupidest-conversation-continue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7172855541170986057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7172855541170986057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-stupidest-conversation-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3810918026709139605</id><published>2009-03-22T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:10:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Question of the week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did your heart skip a beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I was just reading through my past entries and I'm just kinda glad that I pulled through the agony of narrating days and actually typing what happened down. I mean, I actually can remember what I did and smile at the memories, instead of having to ponder over some stupid one liners. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Note to self: Must narrate more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, today I had tuition, as usual. They are seriously getting high in my class and I must start pushing them faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I met up with Zihui for shoes shopping after that, but as usual, I am never able to buy anything cos 1) I'm too choosy or 2) the shoes are seriously 0.o or 3) the price is not right =( Obviously I'm not a shopping person and I love the next activity more. Talking and eating ice cream! So anyway, I had rum and raisin ice cream while Zihui ate a lot of stuff (she's going through second puberty =P) while we updated each other about stuff, people's dramamama life. HAHA. Some people are able to have it all but are too blind to see it. Oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that, I met up with Eugene and we went to have dinner at Cafe Cartel (: Wah piang, the food sucks there. Usually, I'm quite happy to have meals there. But today's food was plain horrible! Never ever order item number 944. And the soup came AFTER the main dish. What the! 0.o Haha okay I'm complaining too much. Then again, complaining too much means something..... On the up side, service was great (: Haha. And Eugene is a great storyteller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's company was just AWE-FREAKING-SOME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I really go, I just wanna say this:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! xD Awe-freaking-some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3810918026709139605?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3810918026709139605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-of-week-did-your-heart-skip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3810918026709139605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3810918026709139605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/question-of-week-did-your-heart-skip.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8094323553032117353</id><published>2009-03-20T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:15:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Story of the week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Hindu who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion that kept stinging him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;But the Hindu said:  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Don't give up loving.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up your goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Even if people around you sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for the story, it woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joke of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Two nude statues, one male and one female, stand opposite each other in a park. One day, an angel brought them to life and grant them 30 minutes to do anything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male and female statues looked at each other knowingly and ran to the nearby bushes. After listening to their giggles behind the bush, the angel saw them coming back, looking breathless and in smiles. The angel reminded them that they had 15 minutes more before the angel had to turn them back into statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great! Shall we do that again?" asked the male statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! But this time, I will hold the pigeon down and you will poo on it!" exclaimed the female statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Reader's Digest for the joke by the way. Please don't sue me, I only wanna spread the joy (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8094323553032117353?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8094323553032117353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-week-there-was-this-hindu-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8094323553032117353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8094323553032117353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-week-there-was-this-hindu-who.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6865223442698927939</id><published>2009-03-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:54:36.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The stupidest thing happened today - my family was supposed to go to Malaysia today. So we were all geared up the previous night, changed our money and all already then VOILA, this morning my dad realised that our passports are expired. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. So anyway, we had a change of plans - dad went to work, mum went out and I treated my bro to watch streetfighter. As what Zihui says, it's a retarded show. Okay, it was not that retarded, but the storyline didn't really make sense to me. Hmmm. Some parts anyway. Wasn't as good as I expected but Kristen Kreuk was worth watching anyway (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been giving Yan Ting tuition for the past few days. Yes, everyone must be so amazed as to why she would ask ME of all people! But er, the reason isn't that glamourous. It's cos she's not very good at it, and I'm not very good at it and so as her "tuition teacher", I will be able to identify with her. HAHA but I think that's a damn important reason! Imagine your tuition teacher damn good then the tutee like struggling, the tutee will be so paiseh to ask qns and all la! HAHAHA this is OUR theory anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OHHHHHH! I had one of the most awesome day yesterday! My sister and I went to meet our childhood friends! It was like a childhood friend gathering kinda thing! It's really heartwarming cos we haven't seen others for like 8 years?! There's like 6 of us in total, 3 pairs of siblings. But one guy didn't come so we kept telling the sister to make the brother jealous. HAHA but gosh, everyone looked the same!!! Freaking amazing. And for a first gathering in 8 years, I think we were pretty comfortable with each other. We had so much fun playing. The scene was so so so surreal. We have decided to come out again during the June holidays!! (: Awesomeness to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh, the holidays are almost over. Can you feel my smile fading? =( HAHA it will be a mad rush of ten weeks, starting from Monday. BUT AT LEAST I BOUGHT NEW PANTS! =D YAYYYY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a bimbotic end to the post -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh wait, let me tell you about the dream I had today. It was freaking stupid. I dreamt that someone pierced something sharp into my head (isn't that everyone's secret wish?). I survived, amazingly, but as a result, I had this permanent hole through my head and I showed it to Zihui in my dream. When I told her about it this morning, she said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No wonder I only saw a hole in your head. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;". I burst out laughing when I saw that, but WHAT AN IDIOT! o.0 HAHA but it was really a stupid dream to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, it's late. I got to go sleep and er, have more stupid dreams (: I hope Friday lasts forever....... HAHAHA&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/8779198715057613014-6865223442698927939?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6865223442698927939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidest-thing-happened-today-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6865223442698927939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6865223442698927939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidest-thing-happened-today-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1088346019316700616</id><published>2009-03-17T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:52:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;While I think working is good (cos it occupies your mind and meet really cute kids - I might turn into a pedophile soon! HAHA), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I am enjoying my holiday THOROUGHLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. And no, I don't earn when there is the term holiday. HAHA, we are not that lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dim is right, the reason why I am feeling this way is because I have high expectations of you. And when you fall short of them, I feel ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I mattered more to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew it's you I am talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-1088346019316700616?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1088346019316700616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-i-think-working-is-good-cos-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1088346019316700616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1088346019316700616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-i-think-working-is-good-cos-it.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8974508456596360682</id><published>2009-03-12T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:52:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMGGGGG IT''S ALREADY THURSDAY. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? =D IT MEANS TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY OF TERM 1! CAN YOU FEEL MY SMILEEEEEE? x)))))) WHAT THE PIANG. I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW ((((: AND THE TEACHERS RECEIVED A PACKET OF NOODLES EACH TODAY AND WE DIDN'T WHO IT WAS FROM AND WHAT IT WAS FOR. SOMEONE SUGGESTED THAT IT IS THE SCHOOL'S WAY OF CELEBRATING THE END OF TERM 1. HAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum, but my class was C-R-A-Z-Y today. I teach 8 classes. But whenever I say the class is crazy or the class which drove me nuts, it's can only mean one class which is my p4s. They just went super talkative, super active, super naughty, super out of hand mode today. Maybe its the effect of the end of the term. I scolded them until I was out of breath. Yeah, you have the permission to laugh but shut up with the smart alec comments cos you have yet to teach to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life revolves around work and university applications now. But it's a phase in life we all go through (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-8974508456596360682?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8974508456596360682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/omggggg-its-already-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8974508456596360682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8974508456596360682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/omggggg-its-already-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7845311081306511968</id><published>2009-03-08T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:10:11.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay. My result isn't that good, but it isn't that bad too. At least it is the best set of results I have ever gotten in my entire jc life so I must count my blessings and give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one heck of a journey, and we are all about to begin a new chapter in our lives. I'm beyond excited and I reallllyyyy hope I get into a university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, today's awesome, for various reasons (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Zihui and Szesian! (:&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/8779198715057613014-7845311081306511968?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7845311081306511968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7845311081306511968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7845311081306511968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5949638003559690412</id><published>2009-03-05T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:14:45.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I am glad that I have work tomorrow. It seriously takes a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a dream that predicts you get H49 as a result, nothing can be more ridiculous. Mm, maybe except reality. Argh drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an escapist. I intend to go for the 130 pm cohort talk, then go for a really long lunch with (:, then reach the hall at way past 3. But GraceKHOO keep saying that I should go for the front part of the results collection (i.e. the part where they announce who has how many distinctions etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it will be an experience, to celebrate with other friends and to share their joy and to relish in the whole atmosphere. I would be very happy for my friends tomorrow and of course to hear that Glad, Melody, Kerry, Yuan Zhi (I know more names deserve to be hear but let's not make my life any more sadder, shall we? Heh) etc has gotten straight distinctions would be beyond awesome. BUUTTTT, let's just admit it, I think my heart is seriously too weak to take all the suspense, and the dissapointment. We'll see how tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a grand entrance, I just want a quiet exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need some faith, a little more strength and your phone to be beside you after 330pm.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-5949638003559690412?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5949638003559690412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-glad-that-i-have-work-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5949638003559690412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5949638003559690412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-glad-that-i-have-work-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6410259824408653508</id><published>2009-02-26T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:36:16.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Because I would imagine you as the tennis ball, imagine myself taking the racket and smack you.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, taking a basketball and slam into some wall.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, just sitting at the favourite corner of the school and listen to my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But game over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-6410259824408653508?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6410259824408653508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-would-imagine-you-as-tennis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6410259824408653508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6410259824408653508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-would-imagine-you-as-tennis.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2106000771834961848</id><published>2009-02-22T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:14:35.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what's this feeling that's irking me right now. It's a little of self-pity, insecurity, restlessness, boredom and maybe a little more unidentified feelings mushed up into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised on Saturday that I have never allowed myself to be the loner that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all love to be surrounded by people who love us, don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, look what everything has been reduced to. No, we don't necessarily want to be surrounded by people who love us all the time, we just want to be surrounded by fun though it would definitely be a bonus if they love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, typing this down does not mean I subscribe to this thought. Or perhaps, I used to subscribe to this thought, subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a guilty person for a very long time. I have never let a day pass by without feeling guilt. And while I want to make up for the wrongs I have done, I guess I have never found the chance, or perhaps, the courage to do anything. Maybe I'm not quite the optimist that I am in this case. Maybe I have psycho-ed myself into thinking that this is a lost cause, hence the lack of actions on my part. Or maybe, I thought that I have taken the first step and that should have sufficed. Maybe it's the realist who says, things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different without your presence in my life. It sucks not being able to share the stupid, funny, sad things with you. It sucks having to restrain myself from smsing you or calling you when all I wanna listen to is what you have to say. It sucks not be able to hear the exasperation in your voice, or the surprise in your tone or your impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, it really sucks that I'm not a part of your life anymore. It sucks to know that I'm not the one you call or sms anymore. It sucks to not know your fears and dreams. It sucks that you are leading your life and I'm leading mine, with such minimal interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to realise we lost something so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited too long to tell you how much I really miss you. I told Dim before that, despite not being in a relationship before, I really know how it feels like losing a girlfriend now, but you know, I didn't just lose a girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you come here from time to time. I just want you to know that things in my life have never really gone back to normalcy without you. If you think that it has, well, you are wrong. And I know that it would probably take a pretty long time for anything to be normal again. Yes, I still lead life the way I should, things are just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you before that if I were to lose you, I would feel a gazillion times more shitty than I felt for sc. Well, I wasn't lying.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can tell you this in person, but I guess I still am the coward that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made too many mistakes, let too many people go. I'm going to chase you guys back. I just hope it isn't too late. Don't close your hearts on me. But do I deserve that second chance?&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/8779198715057613014-2106000771834961848?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2106000771834961848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-whats-this-feeling-thats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2106000771834961848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2106000771834961848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-whats-this-feeling-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3618652489801806106</id><published>2009-02-21T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:40:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm kinda really drained and tired so I don't really want to get involved in what's happening on the left right now. But have fun anyway, everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To josh: Now you do (: Haha. Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my kids have been really cute, as usual (: And they were exceptionally well-behaved on Friday. We played with them basketball again during recess. We, being their form (and english) teacher, their science teacher and myself (their math teacher). So it was a 20something(?) kids VS 3 teachers game. Haha. It was really really an awesome experience. Of course, being stinky after that with no new change of clothes, just sucked -.- Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found myself thinking this: if I were them, I'd be feeling really damn cool. I mean, all my EMS teachers played basketball with me! How often do you see that happening in a primary school? I think the rest of the students totally envied them. I guess I kinda envied them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking too much recently. But my hands are too slow for my thoughts and my thoughts are incohorent and disorganised and I'm really tired. So... oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3618652489801806106?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3618652489801806106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-kinda-really-drained-and-tired-so-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3618652489801806106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3618652489801806106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-kinda-really-drained-and-tired-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7827862104730718151</id><published>2009-02-19T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:40:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Took this from Dim who took it from Sian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So love the people who treat you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget about those who don't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, take it.&lt;br /&gt;If it changes your life, let it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said life would be easy,&lt;br /&gt;They just promised it would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there are some things which should be left unspoken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7827862104730718151?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7827862104730718151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/took-this-from-dim-who-took-it-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7827862104730718151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7827862104730718151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/took-this-from-dim-who-took-it-from.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3839350922208300235</id><published>2009-02-19T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:53:17.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wow. Today was awesome! Really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were more well-behaved today (thank you!) but still, I think I'm most suay in terms of the funny dramas I get in class -.- But I still thank them for better behaviors today. Oohh, my life revolves around them now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made today really awesome was that I played basketball with my kids! They are sooo cute when they play. The ball seemed so much bigger in their hands cos they look so small! Haha. And when they dribble, it's the cutest scene ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to play with them tomorrow again! That's something to really look forward to. And I'm going for training tomorrow. It's been such a long time, I'm so excited about it! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I think I'm not cut out to be a teacher (right now), I still really love teaching and interacting with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not forget to count my blessings every single day (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3839350922208300235?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3839350922208300235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3839350922208300235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3839350922208300235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow_19.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3939458236662756830</id><published>2009-02-17T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:02:10.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, today was better than yesterday (: Much better.&lt;br /&gt;I had my nice and long talk with my teacher and that seriously helped. I had the papaya juice with me during the talk as well, so that was a bonus. Janice called me, or rather, she miss called me and I returned her call. And my kids were way better today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was having lunch with my teacher, my cutestest boy came over and talked to me. And I was telling my teacher how my cutestest boy is well, my cutestest boy. Coincidentally, he asked me who was my teacher when I was studying in that primary school (the school that I'm teaching at now is my old primary school) during lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while he was talking to me, I said to him, "Do you know how she is?" while I signalled towards my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he went, "Don't know!" in that cute voice of his. But being the bright student he is, he quickly continued, "Ohhhh your teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Yup, so from now on, everytime you walk pass her, you must call [inserts name] loudly ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went, "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the scene was particularly heartwarming. With both my teacher and student with me. You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to my teacher (after my cutestest kid has gone) and said, "Next time he says hi to you, it will be like me saying hi to you," (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I teach my kids stuff everyday, I learn more about myself too. So tomorrow, I'm going to clear up the mess with someone - cos I can't get pass my conscience (sp?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes, the right thing to do may not be the easiest thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-3939458236662756830?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3939458236662756830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-today-was-better-than-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3939458236662756830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3939458236662756830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-today-was-better-than-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7501645916709573804</id><published>2009-02-16T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:50:15.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I scare myself. The way I bounce up from any lousy shit is way too good that it's scary. Today was a shitty shitty shitty day. I can't emphasize how shitty it was. Butttt, I had a nice long ride back home and I had time to think and reflect. And well, during that trip, I guess my mind just auto sorted everything out cos now, I can't really remember why it was so shitty anyway. It probably wasn't that bad, just that all the crap from the past few weeks accumulated so it just made today seemed really unbearable. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm really grateful is my primary 6 form teacher. Whenever I see my teacher around, it just makes everything much better (: Even if she doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice asked me, "So what are you looking forward to for tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Don't know. Nothing, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know. I'm looking forward to Janice's call (Haha. Means she has to call me now) and having a nice long talk with my teacher tomorrow (if we are both actually free). And more importantly, I'm looking forward to teaching my class new stuff tomorrow! And I'm looking forward to my papaya juice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be great (: I will make things great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7501645916709573804?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7501645916709573804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-scare-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7501645916709573804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7501645916709573804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-scare-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5304164291374962949</id><published>2009-02-15T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:40:36.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm really sad at this moment. I think when I'm sad, there's just this feeling of nothingness. Or maybe not - cos I feel a whole array of other feelings right now actually. I'm not emo-ing or anything of that sorts. Just, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I guess there are a few things which saddens me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I had to ps eve and ais for other stuff. I'm not proud of it and I'm feeling terribly guilty about it. And I don't seem to be able to forgive myself since they have always been the ones sacrificing so much for me, it really is very unbalanced and I feel like a shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something shitty happened to a great friend of mine today. And I am consumed with guilt that I slept the whole morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this omninous (sp?) feeling that I'm going to fall sick soon and yet I have to reach school super early tomorrow cos I was stupid enough not to bring home some resources during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And just work actually. The fact that it's going to be another week of making myself look like a fool and feel shitty about it after that =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week will be better (:&lt;br /&gt;For us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-5304164291374962949?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5304164291374962949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-really-sad-at-this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5304164291374962949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5304164291374962949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-really-sad-at-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6559085542926689080</id><published>2009-02-14T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:46:59.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Weeks pass extremely fast when you are working I guess. Haha. Loads of stupid stuff happens when I'm in school and I'm not sure if they can be said here so I better not. But in all, I think I'm not cut out to be a teacher for various reasons =S Oh well. I still kinda wish SP will want me after I graduate. HAHA -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dim came back to Singapore yesterday at around 12 and since I was at work, I couldn't receive her. But anyway, the girls and varun met me at my house so Dim could put her ultra huge luggage in my house before going out to Far East. Of all the things we could be doing, Dim chose shopping -.- I felt like slapping her but what to do, she doesn't come back very often so varun and I had to suffer. HAHA. I think I suffered more than Varun can! Anyway, char met up with us at Far East. And we found out that char was going to join jiayun, xr and wenshan for dinner later on so it was decided that we can have dinner and desserts (wl one S or two S huh?) altogether! (: But I felt kind guilty for imposing on their dinner and all. Haha. so anyway, before we headed back to my place, we hang out with eugene, marshall and jon and that kinda ended Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 started really early ($#%^&amp;amp;@$% Dim for making me wake up so early. HAHA kiddin) with Dim having to go out early in the morning =S I fell back asleep after that though (: Heh. So anyway I woke up and prepared to go for tuition while waiting for Dim to return from wherever she was then we headed to Katong. (Wl, I blog until I feel very sian already -.-) We went our own separate ways to Suntec cos she had her own stuff to do and I had to work but we met up at suntec for the NTU talk thing. Met a number of TJC-ians (duh -.-) and then rushed back home to get luggage and head for the airport to send her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Wl, this whole narrating what I have done for the past few hours thing irritated the crap out of me. It's so boring to have to retell what you have done. I wonder how others do it every single day. If it wasn't for the fact that I wanted to make sure I can remember what happened during the days Dim was back in Singapore, I wouldn't even blog this whole program schedule down -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking tired - I can't even think straight now. So I shall spare you the thinking emo crap on Vday (: But Dim, I miss you already (: Awww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-6559085542926689080?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6559085542926689080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeks-pass-extremely-fast-when-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6559085542926689080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6559085542926689080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/weeks-pass-extremely-fast-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2783596970354675426</id><published>2009-02-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:11:22.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;ARGH. Jinxed - today all gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately need to smileeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-2783596970354675426?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2783596970354675426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2783596970354675426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2783596970354675426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-617876508434145423</id><published>2009-02-10T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:35:40.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;WOW. School has been energy-draining, soul-sucking and very dehydrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yet in spite of all the mad rush to work and to lessons, all the scoldings and talking in a volume that is louder than 40 kids, all the marking of work that the students submit, all the smart alec talking and sarcasm that the kids don't get, I find teaching very very rewarding and &lt;/span&gt;deeply satisfying (: When the students walk past you and go "Hello Ms Ong!" (and I do relief teaching when the other teachers are on medical leave as well so I enter and leave several classes and can't really quite remember everyone's faces) or when they wave at you super enthusiatically, when they seriously want to help you carry your stuff (gosh they are all so entu about helping me for some reason) or when they finally get what you are trying to say, it really is all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this sounds like an MOE teaching advertisement -.- HAHA. But honestly, it really is very cool. Teaching has never been a career I considered, but now, I seriously consider it. Though I think teaching may be detrimental to your heath cos 1) you get angry every single day and it causes high blood pressure, 2) you scream your head off every single day and you are bound to get sore throat or 3) chasing kids for homework is probably worse than 2.4 km as well. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but, the kids are awesomely cute and creative and they surprise you at every turn. When you give them homework in class, they can't do it for nuts. But once they bring it home, TADA they give you awesome answers! (: HAHA. Or when they give you really cute answers in class - those that you can never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, enough about the school and students (: I will probably miss them once I leave. Note to self: take tonnes of photos with them when I leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. Dim is coming back to Singapore for.... two days -.- Technically speaking, it's less than one day. She's coming back on Friday at noon and leaving on Sat at 8pm. But the coolest thing is that, she is staying with me. MUAHAHAHA. It's been a long time since my family last had an Indo maid. HAHAHA. She is so going to sweep my house and I will be letting her sleep in the toilet (: HEH. Okay, those who want to meet Dim, please go to her blog for more details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AHHH work starts at 710am! I need to go sleep now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh dudes, Valentine's Day is coming (:&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/8779198715057613014-617876508434145423?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/617876508434145423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/617876508434145423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/617876508434145423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6796047258020871442</id><published>2009-02-03T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:56:16.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My students are soooooooooo freakkkinnnnggggg cute! I love them so much, especially this one kid.!He is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;super-est cutest of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; all man! (I'm so going to take a solo picture with him one day. HAHAHA!) I will tell you personally how cute he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But they can get so rowdy and naughty! =( They are like little devils inside an angel's body =/ HAHA. Some of them are so naughty that I feel like throwing their tables out of the class -.- And gosh, they sure know how to bully me. It's a miracle I haven't lost my voice or my sanity man! BUTTT, I'm going to charm them, educate them and let them fall in love with math (: Woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, I'm lucky and very blessed (: SMILES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-6796047258020871442?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6796047258020871442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-students-are-soooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6796047258020871442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6796047258020871442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-students-are-soooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-779165635862163614</id><published>2009-01-31T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:09:37.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE SHIT. I FEEL LIKE CRYING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So will you tell me how to hate someone? Cos I'm utterly defeated. &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/8779198715057613014-779165635862163614?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/779165635862163614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/779165635862163614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/779165635862163614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2513033635369621778</id><published>2009-01-28T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:18:18.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHA I bet if you were to go around other people's blogs, their blog posts on chinese new year will probably be very much similar to mine. The food, the gambling (oops!), the playing with the niece and nephews and cousins, collecting ang baos and of course, meeting relatives whom you only wanna meet once a year. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was CNY and it was my first day at work today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed, really. Working in a familiar place, working with people I knew since a long time ago, working with my favouritest teacher, working at the awesomest place in the school and having a buddy alongside to share your fears and excitement! What more can I ask for? I'm truly truly blessed (: And the students are soooooooooooo cute! They totally are really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Eugene Lim has gone into army, gone to protect the nation. He should be bald by this time. But it really shouldn't bother him cos that's like the new fashion of the year. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know how to spend my unlimited free sms. HAHAHAH kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to make of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; news.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know which are the things you ought to let go and which are the ones you should hold close to your heart?&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/8779198715057613014-2513033635369621778?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2513033635369621778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-i-bet-if-you-were-to-go-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2513033635369621778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2513033635369621778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-i-bet-if-you-were-to-go-around.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4163732386351130334</id><published>2009-01-25T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:43:42.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Let me tell you who are the two STARS of my day today. The first is my mum and the other is Mr Eugene Lim. Allow me to explain. Both things happened at the same time, but for easy reference, I will separate the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1: Mr Eugene Lim is a NOOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us were suppose to meet up today at ECP. Eugene and I decided to go earlier and he didn't know where the place was exactly so he said we should meet at VS. (He didn't know where it was but he knew how to get there) So anyway, I thought, "Okay, since Eugene knows the way, I will just follow him." And because I didn't have a bike with me, Eugene had to walk alongside with me. In the end, we spent TWO hours walking from VS to this place really near the Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. At that time, I still didn't know where we were. It was only when I left that I knew that the Ferry Terminal was around the corner. So I took bus 35 out of ECP and woots! Within the next 5 mins, I reached Tanah Merah MRT station. Now, ladies and gentlemen, that's really stupid BECAUSE I live freaking near that stupid Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal and I live freaking near Tanah Merah Station but nooooooo, Eugene said to meet at VS and then we walked all the way to the ferry terminal which was so near to my house. I feel so dumb when I realised where I was and how near it was to my house. It's like asking someone who is at Tampines Mall to meet you at Temasek JC and then walking back to Century Square. -.- Ultimate, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2: My mum totally misses me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking with Eugene, my mum called and told me she needed me to be home by 3 to help with the CNY stuff. And I was like, okay. In the end, the gathering started much later than I thought and I figured I was only going to spend an hour plus with the rest if I wanted to reach home at 3 (at this point in time, I still didn't know how near I was to my house and how fast it takes to get home). So I called my mum and asked if I can reach home later instead but I think she was busy and feeling irritated when I called so she got angry and said she really needed my help at home cos there are things to do and told me to be home by 2 instead -.- So fine, being the nice daughter that I am, I left early and headed home. AND guess what happens......... I was on the bus when my mum called and said no one is at home! LIKE WOW! Knowing my mum, I totally expected that. And anyway, so I went home, and no one is at home, and my mum came back at 6pm instead with nothing for me to do. Awesome, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than this two stars of the day, it was actually a nice walk with Eugene. But it is a pity that the 2 hr walk drained 3/4 of my energy and I was really tired and burnt when we met up with the rest. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful place, accompanied with a great company of friends (: Awesomess, I tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im dead beat. Hello to the world. Tomorrow is CNY eve. I have a CNY resolution (: From now on, I will stop calling people loser or idiot (: I will try my very best to not insult anyone and use more of positive languaging! HAHA. Why do I have the feeling that I will break my resolution by tomorrow? HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huimin: hi loser (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Janice: hmmm... that doesn't sound like +ve languaging  :)&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: hahaha that was the most  positive i could think of for you =(&lt;br /&gt;Janice: ouch, that hurts :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA.&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/8779198715057613014-4163732386351130334?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4163732386351130334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-tell-you-who-are-two-stars-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4163732386351130334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4163732386351130334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-tell-you-who-are-two-stars-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1969201942352486860</id><published>2009-01-23T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:21:30.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't know when's the next time I will be able to blog. So let's do so now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most awesomest week thus far in 2009! Okay, actually, it's more like I can't remember what I did the past 3 weeks, haha, so there's no comparison. Anyway, I started working as a leadership trainer and it was sooooo fun! We played with the students (I'm so tempted to use the word "kids" instead), taught them stuff and all. There was this class who just seriously blew my mind away. It was 15 mins before our lesson ended and almost everyone just simultaneously stood up with their bags and walked around the class. The lead trainer and myself was just stunned - we thought it was end of class or something already. In the end, we realised that they were changing back to their original seats! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The story goes like this, when their form teacher leaves them in the morning, they will all change their seats to sit with whoever they want and 15 mins before their teacher came back to class, they would all swap back to their original seats again so that their form teacher will not find out!&lt;/span&gt; They were simply awesome, I tell you. I was so impressed with them cos they were so systematic in moving back to their original seats and all. Haha, I'm impressed for all the wrong reasons. But one thing's for sure, I will definitely remember that class. And the whole feeling of _________ with the other trainers after lessons, preparing for lessons and staying for debrief was awesome! I think Janice played an important role in everything too - she's really crazy and awesome la! HAHA. But I know I will miss playing with her and our mutual insult throwing when next week comes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my LOSER day seriously. Almost everything that can go wrong, went wrong. And I felt like such a loser in tj. It's really not our place anymore, sadly =( I think, other that orientation and other more significant events, I will stay away from that place.. Haha =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is in a few days' time. But it feels so different this year, in a bad way, sadly. It doesn't feel like chinese new year, it's too EARLY to be chinese new year! Oh well... Er, happy chinese new year in advance to everyone? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh my gosh, I forgot to blog about another super important thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dim and I did the Humans for Sale thing and guess what, I'm worth at least $6000 more than her!!! HAHAHA. Woots! And I did the IQ test and guess what what what, my IQ level is 151 =D HAHAHA. I'm considered a genius yeahhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And when I told my mum that my IQ level was 151, she was angry at me. She said, "You still dare to say.. Since your IQ level is so high, why can't you get all As for your A levels/JC life huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Er, okay....&lt;/span&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/8779198715057613014-1969201942352486860?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1969201942352486860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-whens-next-time-i-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1969201942352486860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1969201942352486860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-whens-next-time-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1429371607099600361</id><published>2009-01-18T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:50:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hello world! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's answer some tags first-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: I can dedicate a post to you but you must pay me $20 bucks (: Immortality does not come free =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Tat: HELLLOOOO!!! =D But I don't understand what you mean by like the characters in the show =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim: LOSEERRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was awesommmmeeeee! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Ais and Eve for PICNIC. And we went to one of my favouritestestestest place in Singapore. The journey there and back wasn't great though - we are like the suay-est person around when it comes to free shuttle bus. BUT anyway, we had sooooooooooo much fun camwhoring and having a picnic! And the funny security guard said we can eat there, sit there but cannot have picnic there -.- In other words, you can have a picnic there without the mat. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the days were just your average days I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday dinner was really awesome as well. But you probably don't think so. HAHA. Though it gave me a lot to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, life needs to be sucky sometimes. So that when it is awesome, we know how to be grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-1429371607099600361?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1429371607099600361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world-okay-lets-answer-some-tags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1429371607099600361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1429371607099600361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world-okay-lets-answer-some-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-2126909998111533151</id><published>2009-01-15T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:04:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. HERE IS YOUR POST AS PROMISED. HAHAHAHA NOW YOU ARE FOREVER IMMORTALIZED. SAY THANK YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&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/8779198715057613014-2126909998111533151?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/2126909998111533151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/dim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2126909998111533151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/2126909998111533151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/dim.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7327583391232672259</id><published>2009-01-13T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:14:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bored. I wanna start work soon. I wanna start workkkkk! HAHA. Anything to kill the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But die ah, my stable job is with my old primary school as a teacher aide. And I have my weekend job with Eugene's tuition centre. And my as-and-when job with Mr Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Mr Fun's and my old primary school one doesn't clash. Crosses fingers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's a post for my loser junior (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh you loser, I will miss school cos I miss your random notes to me. And I miss the times when we treated each other like we didn't know each other. HAHA. You know, I was cleaning my cupboard the other day and I have this drawer which I dump all the notes/little gifts people give me into it. (Sorry, I don't tidy it until I...tidy it) And as I was tidying it, I found so many of your random notes. HAHA. And they really made me smile. Reallllyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I acted like some arrogant jerk when we used to sms earlier last year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yeah, the word "bitch" doesn't really fit as accurately as jerk for some reason)&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. I guess in a way, I didn't know how to treasure you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm sure there are a lot of friends out there whom I still don't know how to treasure)&lt;/span&gt; soooo... I wish you all the best for your A levels year (: Hope your favourite junior can come to TJ and be a better friend that I ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-7327583391232672259?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7327583391232672259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7327583391232672259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7327583391232672259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5826540494570755895</id><published>2009-01-12T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:09:30.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hi people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was an awesome-ness day. With the training at Halogen. And meeting new people and getting all geared up for this new experience! (: And I left halfway through the training to go for the first unofficial lesson at the tuition centre. Funny tuition kids I have. I'm sure they will bring a lot funny things into the class every Sat. I headed back to the training and it ended at 8pm. Afterwhich, a few of us went to Chinatown to have tangyuan. Anyway, to fastforward stuff, we took a walk along &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i-don't-know where&lt;/span&gt; to go to city hall mrt. Haha i LOVED the walk and the talk we had on the way home. I love it when people open my mind/eyes (whichever) but I know, after that, it would be the same old naive me again. I should do more night walks along the city streets with anyone who wants to do it with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, training was cool but I'm sure you guys don't want to read all the itty gritty details about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm going down to TJC again for their Open House. I am sure I will miss it later when my body is back there (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8779198715057613014-5826540494570755895?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5826540494570755895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-people-sat-was-awesome-ness-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5826540494570755895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5826540494570755895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-people-sat-was-awesome-ness-day.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-402786182705741393</id><published>2009-01-08T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:17:08.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that we have used up all the fate between us.&lt;br /&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/8779198715057613014-402786182705741393?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/402786182705741393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-that-we-have-used-up-all-fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/402786182705741393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/402786182705741393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-that-we-have-used-up-all-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-3376836883306179720</id><published>2009-01-07T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:51:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha today is so stupid - I woke up at 1140 am today and was supposed to meet Syak and woonyee at 1245 pm so imagine how freaking late I was. I had to sweep the floor, bathe, have lunch and travel to bedok mrt all in less than 1 hr! I chiong-ed like MAD and then, I was the earliest -.- &amp;amp;&amp;amp;%#*#&amp;amp;*^@!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But anyway, we went to this place at Chinatown. The place seriously gives me the creeps cos the building was so post war! But it was cool nevertheless, just really scary too. Anyway, we were supposed to meet Mr Fun at his office about some leadership training part time job. And so we went there to listen about the organisation and the job and had this "interview" session by one of the staff. She is so freaking funny. We totally have the same sense of humour and all. Haha, i think we totally aced the "interview" with all the jokes we had with her. It was really funny with her. It was like hanging out with your old friends -.- which is odd, cos we have never met her before. But hopefully we can see her more often since we are, hopefully, going to have a part time job there (: The job is a part time leadership workshop trainer. Very cool! Meet more people and terrorise them xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway it was really really good meeting Mr Fun again (: He was one of the really good teachers who have left TJC. And I really respect him even though he bullies me a lot -.- HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After that, the three of us went to walk around at Chinatown! It was such a good weather to stroll there and I enjoyed their company thoroughly! =D And we had dinner at Bugis' Soup Spoon and talked more there (: I always always like it when friends come together and enjoy each other's company and have talks as in talks and not gossips or superficial stuff. Gossips are fine once in a while but not for every conversation. Talks, like the one we had, goes much deeper and yet, we still had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I look forward to the new job with them! Life's getting a little boring now, I'm glad I'm starting work soon, even if I don't know when. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'm meeting Shara, Sarah and Wendy tomorrow! =D It's about time... HAHA.&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/8779198715057613014-3376836883306179720?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/3376836883306179720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-today-is-so-stupid-i-woke-up-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3376836883306179720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/3376836883306179720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-today-is-so-stupid-i-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-944268310985520110</id><published>2009-01-05T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:17:28.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just finish watching Xiao Niang Re. Just like 1/4 of the Singapore population I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I didn't really quite like the ending, truth be told. And so did a few followers (so see it's not only me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean, how did Yue Niang escape from the fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And after all that the producers put Yu Zhu through, can't her mental illness get better in the end? Even if it was slightly?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And and and, what happened to people like Liu Yi Dao?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nah, I didn't really like the ending, even though I love the show. Especially Yuzhu. Joanne Peh's acting is awesome. Made me cry three times and those were the only three times I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; produce Xiao Niang Re 2 though. It wouldn't be as good and would totally ruin the first show.&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/8779198715057613014-944268310985520110?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/944268310985520110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-finish-watching-xiao-niang-re.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/944268310985520110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/944268310985520110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-finish-watching-xiao-niang-re.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5929324094331530808</id><published>2009-01-05T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:56:28.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So! I have decided to move back to blogspot *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah I was at Xanga then I decided to change back here but I deleted all the previous posts. Okay, this is confusing, let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At first, I was blogging with blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, I changed to xanga (long story) and hence, the lack of posts in blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After which, I decided to move back to blogger. But before that, I deleted all the posts which were in blogger. Bad memories. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I retained the blogger url but shifted all the xanga posts here (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;End of story. Now I'm just waiting for Mr Lim to help me put some songs here and make it presentable before I showcase to the rest of the world! Muahaha -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YUN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YOU&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/8779198715057613014-5929324094331530808?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5929324094331530808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-have-decided-to-move-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5929324094331530808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5929324094331530808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-have-decided-to-move-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8050183873721126004</id><published>2009-01-05T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:11:57.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha thanks Eugene for the help on the cbox and the music (: I know you probably have heard my thanks a gazillion million times but still, thank you anyway (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woke up early before 8 this morning to meet Jiayun, our birthday girl, and Grace for breakfast at airport today =D Had a hearty breakfast, yummy. But of course, what can beat great company? I truly believe that as long as you are with people you love, it does not matter what we do or where we go. With the people we love, even the dullest thing seems fun xD Haha. And went to city hall with them to get Jiayun's polaroid camera before going home. The film is kinda expensive by the way. $17 bucks for 10! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And waking up early in the morning is good for you! I have been awake for the past 7 hrs and it's only 1542 now. But I'm tired already so I shall end here and sleep, again. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And dudes, it's Xiao Niang Re last episode today! Starts from 8pm. GO FRIGGING WATCH IT =D&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/8779198715057613014-8050183873721126004?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8050183873721126004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-thanks-eugene-for-help-on-cbox-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8050183873721126004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8050183873721126004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-thanks-eugene-for-help-on-cbox-and.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-7307706777635734315</id><published>2009-01-05T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:29:43.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Alrighty, since I know I have another reader, I guess I must blog about something so as to entertain everyone. HAHA kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway I can't remember what happened on the 1st so I'm not going to talk about that. So much for being the first day of the year. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2nd was much more interesting though! Much more. I went over to Eugene's house at about 4 ish and met up with Jon there. Eugene made dinner for us (: Chicken been hoon soup. Haha it wasn't that bad - it was pretty good actually. But the only problem was I had to use the toilet right after I finished that bowl -.- After that we headed off to Somerset!!! =D Met up with Kerry, woon yee, yc and yc's boyfriend, chris. We went to a bar. Haha. Never in my life would I imagine that more than half of the tasc would go to a bar. It's not that we aren't close or anything but more like, we are all pretty prim and proper and stuff. But anyway, we had hell loads of fun in the bar! Like HELL LOADS. Made so much frigging noise in the bar and hell loads of stupid things. Pole dancing, touching someone's ear with the nose and I cannot remember what shit we did la. But it was super super funny, I laughed until my cheeks hurt. I just remembered laughing and laughing the whole night. Of course, we did the usual catching up (: It was really nice meeting everyone again. Haha. And please, never buy the drink called June Bug or Singapore Sling because it tastes like some kinda cough syrup =S The rest of the drinks were still quite alrighttttt. Just as the bar was starting to fill up with loads of people and get really crowded, we decided to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was such an awesome night! Not so much because of the alcoholic drinks and all, but more because of the great company =D Woon yee said I was drunk/high even before I had the drink -.- Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Both times that I went to this bar so far, I had a great time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BUT THE FREAKING TRANSPORTATION FEE IS SO FRIGGING EXPENSIVE NOW. I HATE ADULT FARE. IN THE YEAR THAT WAS 2008, GOING ANYWHERE COSTS 45CENTS. NOW, GOING ANYWHERE COSTS AT LEAST 90CENTS OR SOMETHING. DID I MENTION THAT I HATE ADULT FARE?! I THINK I JUST USED UP 4DOLLARS ODD IN JUST TWO DAYS OF TRAVELLING -.- I HATE ADULT FARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, after getting over that fact, let's move on to the 3rd. I'm not sure if I'm employed but I think I am cos Eugene's mum asked me to go down to the tuition centre next sat. Haha. And I prayyyyy that Ms Tan will call me tomorrow. Please call me tomorrow and give me some good news =D Please? Haha. I'm applying for some teaching job in my old primary school and Ms Tan who was my form teacher then will be calling me to inform me if they are hiring me. Wah please hire me, I'm desperate now. Haha. My mum is nagging at me everyday to find a job and my reserves are running low. And well, things are getting a little bored already so might as well find a job. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alright then, this seems to be my longest post thus far. I'm kinda tired but I think I'm going out soon with my family (: And dim, if you reading this, I'm so screwed. In the you-know-what-way kinda screwed. And dim, have fun with the girls if they are there in Indo with you (:&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/8779198715057613014-7307706777635734315?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/7307706777635734315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/alrighty-since-i-know-i-have-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7307706777635734315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/7307706777635734315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/alrighty-since-i-know-i-have-another.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-6339647423957371347</id><published>2009-01-02T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:19:18.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I love to read blogs cos people's blogs are funny but well, I actually do hate to blog. I guess it's a love-hate thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So 2009 has finally come, not that I was looking forward to it. It feels all the same anyway. I can't be bothered with new year's resolutions anymore too - just like how we can't be bothered with Santa Claus after a while. But anyway, it wasn't such a bad new year eve yesterday. Had dinner with eugene and my sister and went back home to watch xiao niang re. Yesterday's was the best episode. I frigging cried -.- And then, the whole family headed to my dad's company to watch the fireworks. Had such a niceee view of the brilliant fireworks (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, blogging is so not my thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm bored at my own life already. I can't be bothered with what I did today. I'm sure you aren't too. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy new year anyway!&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/8779198715057613014-6339647423957371347?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/6339647423957371347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-to-read-blogs-cos-peoples-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6339647423957371347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/6339647423957371347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-to-read-blogs-cos-peoples-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-5961967347556327060</id><published>2008-12-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:17:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe my emotional range is as long as a teaspoon. You are either happy or sad, no? Why confuse yourself with the multiple feelings that are probably created by yourself and are non-existent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, Christmas came and went. So did the birthday. I have a love-hate relationship with my birthday. I love it cos it's cool. It's cool when I tell others my birthday is on the 26th Dec and they don't believe. But I hate it cos it seems like I have to wait the whole year for it and along the way, I just don't get excited by its arrival anymore, or it could also be that the focus is on Christmas every year. HAHA. Or just maybe it;s cos when I turn 18, for example, everyone else is turning 19 already.. Or it could be that I always get scolded for some reason on my birthday -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I need to find a job. Like soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8779198715057613014-5961967347556327060?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/5961967347556327060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-my-emotional-range-is-as-long-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5961967347556327060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/5961967347556327060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-my-emotional-range-is-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8968922288555324735</id><published>2008-12-24T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:17:01.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Number 1 reason why I really really really really like you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I  DON'T KNOW. I JUST DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so tired and my eyes hurt so much. I'm going to be a superhero. I wanna change the world (: &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/8779198715057613014-8968922288555324735?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8968922288555324735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/number-1-reason-why-i-really-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8968922288555324735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8968922288555324735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/number-1-reason-why-i-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-8880862298719412602</id><published>2008-12-20T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:14:53.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I had lunch with Mr Tan, Kerry and Syak, played bowling and won (it's so stupid cos I won -.-). Had dinner with the girls and got grounded for not answering my mum's 11 missed calls (: And no wonder Clare's always late for school. Her 12 bus stop is a loser bus stop. Damn it. Kerry and I were looking at the bus services board and when we turned around, the freaking bus 12 zoomed past us. We ran out to flag it but the stupid bus stop bench was more than 2m away from the road (I swear!) Sickening sickening sickening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So anyway, I was being tortured on wed and thurs. But thurs was so much better than wed cos I met this person. Yeah I'm going to sound so weird saying this but heck. I stepped into one of the shop and once I stepped in, I saw this girl about the same age as me (I think) and at the same time, she was smiling while facing me. I'm sure she's not smiling at me but yeah she was facing me at that time, and I swear, she looked so .. mm I don't know how to describe. She wasn't really beautiful per se, but definitely above average. But it wasn't her looks which engaged me. And the whole time I was in the shop and looking at her, she really looked quite different. And of course, the shop being such a small shop that it was, the two families managed to converse about their clothes and when we left, she smiled again. This time, I'm sure at me but for courtesy sake only. When we left the place, my mum went, "That girl had this .. aura hor." And my sis went, "Yeah, very elegant." But she's really different. She left me feeling inferior, in a good way. Yeah it's weird, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway we had hrc outing and we went nebo club again (: And I had fun with the girls (: Okay, yeah I suck at narrating. This is for keep's sake onlyyy.&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/8779198715057613014-8880862298719412602?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/8880862298719412602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-had-lunch-with-mr-tan-kerry-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8880862298719412602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/8880862298719412602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-had-lunch-with-mr-tan-kerry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-4714063911916292535</id><published>2008-12-15T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:12:35.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I just watched Love Actually. I'm a happy kid (: Who ran yesterday, even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't really wanna learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: arial;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; about anyone else. Neither do I want to know more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm contented with the way things are. Even if it seems nice, on the superficial level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And one more thing, would you go out with a close friend whom you are scared of or a friend whom you are comfortable with?&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/8779198715057613014-4714063911916292535?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/4714063911916292535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-watched-love-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4714063911916292535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/4714063911916292535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-watched-love-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8779198715057613014.post-1940010847212729596</id><published>2008-12-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:58:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Haha. I just came back from Jia Yun's house (: I had so muchhh fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, we reached Novena Square at 1ish only to find that the ice cream buffet is from 3 to 6pm. So we decided to head to MOS burger for lunch. So here's the important part: Marc, Jia Yun and I ordered one burger each and RB decided to order the whole meal. That's a total mistake if you plan to have an ice cream buffet after that. Anyway we went to the place at 3! ((: The thing is, when you are having buffet, you got to have a strategy. Marc's and my strategy was to get a super small scoop of all 24 flavors and then decide which to get a full scoop for after the tasting of all 24 scoops. And jiayun's and RB's strategy is .. no strategy, just eat. So in the end, Marc's record was 27 scoops, mine was 24, jy's 6 and rb's 4! Moral of the story: Don't eat a full meal before having an ice cream buffet and always strategise how you should eat your buffet (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The waitress was sooo amused by us cos marc and I kept asking them to give us smaller scoops! And anyway, we wanted to have their sausage (it was really big and long and delicious looking!) but it was over my budget so we decided to go to cold storage to buy sausages and proceed to jy's house to cook it! It was really fun with them (: We had to go to the internet to search how to cook the sausage -.- But it turned out really good, and oily (even though we did not put any oil). And we cooked mashed potatoes with campbell soup! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really enjoyed the day with them ((: Haha and rb and marc are really funny. Their sense of humor and the way we throw insults at each other are just, you-got-to-be-there-to-know-how-funny-it-is funny! And I just received the approval from MOE to be a relief teacher!!! (: YAYYYY (: That really ended the day well!&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/8779198715057613014-1940010847212729596?l=theiroldnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/feeds/1940010847212729596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1940010847212729596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8779198715057613014/posts/default/1940010847212729596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theiroldnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>|| min__*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15482811107068587640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
