<?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-33098403</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:59:32.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biquan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2306875365207348303</id><published>2008-05-17T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:43:22.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the 149th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even make it to 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life just ain't interesting enough or my balls just ain't big enough to put the things that happen to me on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2306875365207348303?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2306875365207348303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2306875365207348303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2306875365207348303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2306875365207348303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-149th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2644901223458044112</id><published>2008-04-29T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:24:50.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3.5 years in Raffles Institution, the monster PUBERTUS has finally caught up to me and ensnared me into his trap. Pimples have begun to take root and have started sprouting on my face. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to go on a cold turkey. No more curry, no more heaty food, no more chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deyamn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2644901223458044112?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2644901223458044112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2644901223458044112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2644901223458044112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2644901223458044112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-no-no-no-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-840156459946402985</id><published>2008-04-20T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:06:39.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I FOUND MY PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOMEONE ELSE FOUND MY PHONE AND PASSED IT TO SUMO WHO PASSED IT TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes that is right. I have managed to get my hands on my Motorola Razr v3xx which I lost about 3 weeks ago. This means I can finally put that crappy Nokia 7760 away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently one of the judokas found the phone in the sponge pit. How did he do it? I have no idea. Many people have been digging for this phone over the course of the past 3 weeks but to no avail. One can only speculate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shaun: "I know! The judoka was so fat that when he jumped into the pit, he sank all the way to the bottom. Then he said, 'Eh? What's that poking me?', then he pulled out the handphone! 'Wah never spoil ah?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes good explanation Shaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, look at Sumo, he confirm sink to the bottom one loh.&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/33098403-840156459946402985?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/840156459946402985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=840156459946402985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/840156459946402985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/840156459946402985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-found-my-phone-okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-935979335402123877</id><published>2008-04-16T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:33:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been 4 long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonds we forged together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those unforgettable moments we felt and spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jokes we cracked about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we talked about together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tricks and pranks we played on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The begging and sharing of food between each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard PTs we spent panting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drop kick challenges after training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPS on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIJ Toa Payoh in which Joel broke the noticeboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braddel West Lake where we waded in the swamps every training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small RJC field where we would cut ourselves when we fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artificial turf that allowed us to train after the rain due to a lack of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I willnever exchang this experience for anything else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe besides world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this 4 years, despite the little accomplishments I obtained, was so important and fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the experience guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Rugby 2005-2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-935979335402123877?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/935979335402123877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=935979335402123877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/935979335402123877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/935979335402123877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-4-long-years.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-642590602847552224</id><published>2008-04-14T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:32:49.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-642590602847552224?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/642590602847552224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=642590602847552224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/642590602847552224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/642590602847552224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/not.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1961225001400092725</id><published>2008-04-13T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:50:21.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What will I be thinking at the end of tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll be of the wonderful season we have had and how we finally won the cup after 16 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1961225001400092725?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1961225001400092725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1961225001400092725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1961225001400092725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1961225001400092725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-will-i-be-thinking-at-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4480983806399559452</id><published>2008-04-09T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:44:29.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last 2 team runs before the last match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 rehearsals before the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 soliloquy before the big speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 run-throughs before the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2... crap I ran out. Basically its just 4 hours more of training before everything that I've done for 4 years becomes inapplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4480983806399559452?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4480983806399559452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4480983806399559452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4480983806399559452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4480983806399559452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-2-team-runs-before-last-match-last.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6474416471643918482</id><published>2008-04-07T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:36:00.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got a new (old) phone. It's name is Nokia 7260. It was bought in the year 2004 by my eldest brother, this means that the phone is 4 years old. And because my brother loves to sms, and does not cut his nails often, the number pads are completely scraped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my habit of sms-ing without looking, I do not find this a problem. However, when it is time to type a # or a *, I have no idea which side is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone has an Infrared port! It can transfer information and stuff through infra-red waves! It has 2 games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLAMOUR pinball OMG. If I play that, I'll be totally GLAMOROUS. WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH! This pinball in my phone is totally GLAMOROUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget BACKGAMMON. The only board game I can never seem to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has a VGA camera! LOLOMGNOWAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma take care of this phone nicely so that my parents can possibly trust me once more to give me a nicer handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't gotten me a birthday present and happen to see a nice replacement for the buttons/casing of this phone, please buy one for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sporting arena, RI B Division Rugby has defeated Saint Andrew's in the semi-finals of the national B division Rugby tournament with a scoreline of 6-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wearing a jersey! Cus Nigel broke his collarbone. I like the jersey, it doesn't make me feel that embarrassed of my skills and inability to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://redsports.sg/2008/04/01/acs-saints-rugby/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saintZ on       April 2nd, 2008 12:43 am    &lt;br /&gt;good fight Saints! fight all the way till the final at the Padang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ac on       April 2nd, 2008 7:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;lol saints not reaching finals la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ac guy must be a flanker. Flankers are mostly bastards, as proved by our resident bastard Tham Sung Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6474416471643918482?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6474416471643918482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6474416471643918482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6474416471643918482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6474416471643918482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-got-new-old-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4918103265427923870</id><published>2008-03-31T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:52:51.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was good:&lt;br /&gt;1. wotw was good!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to receive such a response though. I had felt that it wasn't very funny at all since we wrote it last night. and I even had to add in the last minute joke about the talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me: WHY WAS IT FUNNY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it when i try so hard to make a joke the joke sucks, but when i just anyhow throw up one its funny??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. RI beat SJI 31-5&lt;br /&gt;That was NICE. I think we didn't play so well though. Made quite a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Got to pon math and philo test!&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm "shameless"-David Lu, resident chinaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOST MY PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;It was in my pocket when I was playing hand table tennis with Bryan Koh in the gymnasium&lt;br /&gt;Then after I got dunked in the sponge pit in the gymnasium and went to take equipment, when I came back, I realised I felt kinda light. Like I could fly in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my pocket. No wonder. There was nothing in my pockets. MY PHONE WAS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I LOSE IT IN THE SPONGE PIT. IF YOU SEE A BLACK MOTOROLA V3XX WITH A HUMONGOUS SCRATCH ON THE BOTTOM PLEASE RETURN TO ME PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4918103265427923870?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4918103265427923870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4918103265427923870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4918103265427923870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4918103265427923870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was-good-1.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5997654660188269627</id><published>2008-03-30T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:21:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've gotta work harder on my studies. How can I, a supermuggernolifenerdgeek, only equal Lennie Wee, a sportyathleticfirstteamjock, in the various tests I have meticulously completed. It MAKES NO SENSE!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I gone wrong in terms of time management, trying to balance my various commitments to RUGBY and RIPB? Or is it that I'm just not studying when I have the free time? I believe the answers lies in the latter. Although it may seem that I am a supermuggernolifenerdgeek, the fact is that I don't study that much. When I reach home after training at 8, I take a bath (so I won't be a smelly manjan), lie down on my bed to slack, before going down to switch on my computer. Then I use the computer (not play, because I don't play computer games but rather read interesting articles), before eating dinner, then going back to use the computer before finally retreating to my bedroom for some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice something. There are no study periods for myself on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what ticks my parents off.&lt;br /&gt;"书是要读的，不读书，怎么考得好成绩？！？！？"&lt;br /&gt;This is said on an average of 1095839406813235908 times a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You only study for 4 hours every weekend!"&lt;br /&gt;This ain't true, because I do study occasionally on weekdays. eg. before tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I argue with them about my studying habits, the fact remains that I'm spending far too much time on the computer. I can't even finish a piece of e-learning without going to onemanga to read some interesting manga, or go to youtube to listen to some music or watch a funny video. I have to change this through ABSTINENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSTINENCE solves all problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to fast from the computer for days in the future so as to study harder and get better results such as an A1 for HCL in A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want this? An A1 in HCL gives me the opportunity to get a minimum score during my A levels. This will give me a better chance to study MEDICINE and be a DOCTOR hopefully in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, back to e-learning homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5997654660188269627?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5997654660188269627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5997654660188269627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5997654660188269627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5997654660188269627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-gotta-work-harder-on-my-studies_30.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7551060749292017793</id><published>2008-03-26T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:04:45.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOHOO ITS MY 16TH BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have leveled up! This unlocks more character points which I can use to update my stats. I can also learn new skills such as "Watch NC16 movie", "Watch NC16 movie", "Watch NC16 movie" and "Watch NC16 movie". Come to think of it. Being 16 only entitles you to that much common day rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before Shao Chun's present OMG&lt;br /&gt;0:00 Jian Xiong&lt;br /&gt;0:04 Claire&lt;br /&gt;0:08 Titus&lt;br /&gt;0:09 Shanzhi&lt;br /&gt;0:10 Kieran&lt;br /&gt;1:00 Nigel&lt;br /&gt;6:29 Pauline&lt;br /&gt;8:26 Said&lt;br /&gt;8:28 Shanzhi&lt;br /&gt;9:00 Entire rugby team&lt;br /&gt;            Bryan and Marcus buying me a cake OMG&lt;br /&gt;            Nigel giving me a present&lt;br /&gt;9:49 Sheila&lt;br /&gt;2:05 My Bro's girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;2:34 BING&lt;br /&gt;5:30 Waye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;6:00 MOOSE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7551060749292017793?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7551060749292017793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7551060749292017793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7551060749292017793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7551060749292017793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/03/whoohoo-its-my-16th-birthday-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3104369313551940793</id><published>2008-03-24T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:36:31.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling low on ego. Don't fret, cus Biquan's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can suan him about his height, his looks, his CCA skills, his academic skills, his life, him being a prefect, his religion, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your ego like never before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a seriously bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3104369313551940793?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3104369313551940793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3104369313551940793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3104369313551940793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3104369313551940793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-if-youre-feeling-low-on-ego.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6842287943172640747</id><published>2008-02-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:17:42.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moose: SAMPSON WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL PORN DO YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Sampson: Amos and Shihao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wayne is late for RGS invest. When his taxi comes, we usher him out in an attempt to suan him]&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: Thank you! Nice school you have there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sees graffiti on hall floor saying "TWY was here.*cock drawing*]&lt;br /&gt;Wayne: Looks like he really left his heartprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventful week it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Matches&lt;br /&gt;Supporting THE ARENA&lt;br /&gt;2 CCTs&lt;br /&gt;PI preperation&lt;br /&gt;Shanzhi's birthday&lt;br /&gt;RGS SLI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what next week will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6842287943172640747?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6842287943172640747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6842287943172640747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6842287943172640747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6842287943172640747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/02/moose-sampson-what-kind-of-animal-porn.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5934709130348065497</id><published>2008-02-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:54:27.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think today has got to be the nicest WOTW in the whole year. This was a combined effort from myself, Isaac Chay, Lawis Koh and Nigel Chua (Lit bastard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nigel Chua's help, as well as Lawis Koh's perverse mind, we managed to come up with a good script. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a lit guy to help us with every week's script because seriously, I can only go up on stage and be a jackass. I'm not good at writing scripts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's WOTW is with Wayne Tan. LITRA. COMMS HEAD--&gt; IN CHARGE OF WOTW. So it SHOULD be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the screwing up of people on their birthday. I wonder what's going to happen on mine. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5934709130348065497?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5934709130348065497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5934709130348065497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5934709130348065497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5934709130348065497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-today-has-got-to-be-nicest-wotw.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3865745718767545947</id><published>2008-02-15T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:30:56.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good: Yes I played my first full match!&lt;br /&gt;Bad: It was against C div + I think i screwed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was relatively easy. The DEVELOPMENT team managed to score 6 tries if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ego has been boosted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still a loong way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, Me Nigel and Sungming went to Newton yesterday to do our FINGER PLAYERS SL. Something I love about spending time with ruggers is all the cock we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather explicit so I shan't put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there and we were tasked to make TREES AND A LAKE WITH A LILY PAD. So we were through the planning stage any everything which involved alot of lying on the floor as well as drawing cocks onto Nigel's notebook. We also talked about things which ended with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel: You guys are perverts!&lt;br /&gt;SungMing &amp;amp; me: Noo... We're guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started to do the lake with a lily pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would show you guys the picture if I had it. But I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I went back for Prefectorial Board Meeting and after that Valentines Day Dinner with the prefects to zibei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a motorola computer cable to GIVE me? Please please please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3865745718767545947?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3865745718767545947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3865745718767545947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3865745718767545947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3865745718767545947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-yes-i-played-my-first-full-match.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8214731396521189491</id><published>2008-02-10T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:36:39.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how many more years of Chinese New Year I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's come to a point where its just repetitive and boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year has become the season of Teletubbies.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;episode one: eat breakfast with that stupid machine&lt;br /&gt;                            go big hug and use stupid items&lt;br /&gt;                           watch some animals run past some stupid tree&lt;br /&gt;                           big hug and go sleep&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;episode two: dont eat breakfirst&lt;br /&gt;                            go big hug and dance like idiots&lt;br /&gt;                           watch some stupid tree grow&lt;br /&gt;                           big hug and go sleep&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;episode three: Same as episode 1&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;episode four: same as episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during this new year, I went to the same places I went to last year. Check it up. It's probably in my archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the visits, I&lt;br /&gt;1) stoned&lt;br /&gt;2) took food during intervals&lt;br /&gt;3) nodded my head in understanding&lt;br /&gt;4) stare blankly into the far wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the relationships between me and the rest of the family. We just ain't close enough! Perhaps its because I'm the youngest guy in the entire family. We should have more family bonding activities man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I should really pick up on my interpersonal skills, and how to start conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8214731396521189491?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8214731396521189491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8214731396521189491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8214731396521189491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8214731396521189491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wonder-how-many-more-years-of-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3376325423204534065</id><published>2008-02-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:43:01.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so i'm the 29th guy in the 28 man squad. And Daniel's 30th, and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn helpful seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in team=not in team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3376325423204534065?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3376325423204534065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3376325423204534065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3376325423204534065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3376325423204534065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-im-29th-guy-in-28-man-squad.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6416208732481512417</id><published>2008-01-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:44:43.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a super long break, I've come back to blog, because I have read touching accounts of the various PSLs about orientation camp. So I'm back to emo and cry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation camp was mostly a blast. I should have said it during Alicia Goh's first lesson but she said "during the holiday", so i couldn't use the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1Q, Illyas contributed a cheer as we were walking out of the hall onto the field, and a cheer was quickly made up in 5 minutes. I could immediately see the leaders in the class, and i could feel them coming closer together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During station games, we managed to come in first back at the hall. This is freaking imba, since we finished all the stations quite well. The best has got to be the memorising station, in which the guys finished it in one try after a leader recited it to the class once. I guess PSLE mugging pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War games was dark and kinda messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water games was a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pon the Bishan walk, due to training. But I heard that the 1Q wanted to finish the hike as soon as possible to come back and watch the rugger PSLs train, and I was seriously very very touched. I never knew I was that important to someone other than my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fright night was pretty good. They got off to watching Incredible Tales, which was lame, but we helped to make the atmosphere abit better by getting them to keep completely quiet during the showing. Junyong is freaking imba and I think the Sec 1s are really very afraid of him. I guess us telling ghost stories at the later part of the Fright Night scared the Sec 1s more than the crappy Incredible Tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk of initiation was the highlight of the Orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sec 1s! Sec 1s! Theres a cup of milo in front of you, DONT KNOCK IT DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s knock empty cup down&lt;br /&gt;Me, Dixon and Daniel: Oh.... man...&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Do you know whose Milo that was? That was the cleaner's milo! He's not going to be happy at all! He's not going to have a good day without that cup of milo! You better apologise to him!&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s are stunned, but they don't apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things include walking in circles and tickling them with plants as well as to crawl under some goal post net. It was NAICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale was the bomb. The sec 1s were so high, the PSLs were so high, the Music was so good, and the cheers were so good. And PATHY! Freaking joker. Damn pro. Ended the camp on a high, and we went back to the classes to say good bye to the sec 1s. They actually 3 cheered us. Which made me feel damn special. Nice people sec 1Q are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes oRIentation saga 08. Flame on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6416208732481512417?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6416208732481512417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6416208732481512417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6416208732481512417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6416208732481512417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-super-long-break-ive-come-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6448316518992056972</id><published>2007-10-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:32:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>math gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my 130th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma gonna give the following answer for surds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RwojUZEUfNI/AAAAAAAAADo/rTuKsfT9lKM/s1600-h/calc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RwojUZEUfNI/AAAAAAAAADo/rTuKsfT9lKM/s320/calc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118942759693352146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6448316518992056972?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6448316518992056972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6448316518992056972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6448316518992056972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6448316518992056972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/10/math-gg.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RwojUZEUfNI/AAAAAAAAADo/rTuKsfT9lKM/s72-c/calc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3706117685788783527</id><published>2007-09-30T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:48:29.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I'm looking through this year's nominees' campaign videos. Not only do I feel a sense of nostalgia, but also one of anger and helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these nominees. They declare that they will approve policies, build new things, accomplish new things. Yet the reality is that once you enter the board, all you do is book others during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe otherwise, I remember arguing with Kenneth Tang at the beginning of this year about all the good things the RIPB have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, at the end of the day, I find the things that we do so miniscule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say that we are the voice of the students, yet what is conveyed to the school administration is just thrown away, filed into the unpublished annuls of Raffles Institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We promise we'll bring the Rafflesian Spirit back, yet all that is happening is that people are getting more cynical, even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say that we'll listen to the students pleas, etc, but what is the use of listening? When you're in the board, nominees, you'll discover that life isn't that rosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, you constantly have dilemmas about moral courage versus friendship. Also, you suddenly realise, so many more people hate your guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who get booked. They dont go for detention. Whats the point then? If we dont stop the leaks, who the hell is going to listen to us anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what we have done over the past year, a lousy friendship week, a good youth week, a not so bad teachers day, and now rafflesian spotlight. We have to realise that these events have nothing to do with our promises. No rules have been changed, no big initiatives have been planned. One, YIF Boing, failed so horribly its not even mentioned anymore between prefects, and its not even known between students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told not to spread ourselves too thin, but the truth is that, so many of us have nothing to do but mug. Most of us are so FREE. At event planning, we are always seeing the same few people. WHERE ARE THE REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Ming asks me if I have sold my soul to the RIPB. Yeah its true. I have. I go for preperation of every event as long as I'm asked. I hang around in school after school to see what is there for me to do. Perhaps I lack alot in discipline, but I can boast that I've done alot for the RIPB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next year. I propose we dont try new things, but we do what we do best. Hitting easy targets are better than setting higher ones which we cant achieve. DB, concentrate on canteen duty and booking and detention, comms focus on letting the opinions of the school be heard, HR focus on board welfare and Welfare focus on bringing good things and happiness to the school. As for my Gryphons committee, make sure we allocate every final we enough support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sell my soul for one more year, before im gone to RJ. Lets hope we get this right this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3706117685788783527?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3706117685788783527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3706117685788783527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3706117685788783527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3706117685788783527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-so-im-looking-through-this-years.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1456684050764929439</id><published>2007-09-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:20:37.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. (the person who tagged you is) XIANG PENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) Fatty and skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her)&lt;br /&gt;#1: Fat&lt;br /&gt;#2: Funny (like freaking funny in a certain way which i do not know how to explain)&lt;br /&gt;#3: Fat&lt;br /&gt;#4: Strong (jud&lt;br /&gt;#5: Fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) Friendship week ftw. I remember the various discussions we had on various people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) "XXXXX is a cheebye." Yes. very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) Die liao loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) Grow breasts, get thinner, and get plastic surgery, plus underneath the thing must chop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) Die luh I got too many enemies already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) I called him fat too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) Throw him into a hole and cover with soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) Funny fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how do you think people around you will feel about you) EMO LUH. QUITE OBVIOUS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) God knows. I've lost my ego over the course of this year. boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (on the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is) Being small and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) the most perfect guy around. Eh? Isn't that my self? *ego*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) Thanks ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Nigel&lt;br /&gt;#2. SAMPSON HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;#3. Xiang Peng&lt;br /&gt;#4. Chuan Hong&lt;br /&gt;#5. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;#6. Gwei&lt;br /&gt;#7. JR&lt;br /&gt;#8. Sung Ming&lt;br /&gt;#9. Chay&lt;br /&gt;#10. Bing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is no.6 having a relationship with? (gwei) DONT HAVE ONE LUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is no.9 a male or female? (chay) Metrosexual male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (JR+Bing) They are already together. Yeah a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is no.2 studying about? (Sampson) Naw, he's probably procrastinating somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you had a chat with no. 3? (Xiang Peng) Today, at YSC, in which we both got Merit... boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of music does no.8 like? (Sung Ming) Something his mom allows him to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.1 have any siblings? (Nigel) One sis I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you woo no.3? (XP) HAHA MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about no.7? (JR) No comment thank you very much. She's taken already. By a very good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is no. 4 single? (Chuan Hong) Cannot be luh, he so hanshome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the surname of no.5? (Aaron) TIONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the name of no.10? (Bing) Bing Heng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the hobby of no.4? (CH) Listening to rap? sorry im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do no.5 and 9 get along well? (Aaron+Chay) Most probably will man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is no.2 studying at? (Sampson) I already told you he's not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say something casual about no.1 (Nigel) ..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you tried developing feelings for no.8?(Sung Ming) SUUuure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does 9 live? (Chay) Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what colour does no.4 like?(CH) I think black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are no.5 and 1 best friends? (Nigel and Aaron) I dont think they even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.7 like no.2? (JR and Sampson) nope. definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did you get to know no.2? (Sampson) Same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does no.1 have any pets? (Nigel) His blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? (JR) no comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1456684050764929439?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1456684050764929439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1456684050764929439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1456684050764929439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1456684050764929439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1704241022021930569</id><published>2007-09-13T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:27:23.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nigel tagged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer One – On the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Liu Biquan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOB: 26/3/1992 (hint hint, its never too early to buy a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status: I'm quite stoned. There's nothing to do at home besides stoning in front of the computer or studying (which is almost like stoning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Brownie wownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: as Black as a blacksmith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: A boring righty, I have tried many times to write with my left hand but to immense failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Two – On the Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: My mother and father, not forgetting my grandmother and grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: REJECTION. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Weaknesses: Small, weak and not athletically inclined. This means I suck in rugby, which is not a very good thing to be when you're a rugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: The, you know? That kind? The very nice one? Very perfect one? Yeahh that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Three – Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up: Whahappening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: depends if anybody is asking me to sleep or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: The time in my mama's womb. It was nice warm and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Four – Your pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: I don't drink acid thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: I don't eat transfat thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Red dates. I like eating them in the kind of tonic my mom makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas I think, Nike is too overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: Kopi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate. Nothing like a glass of chocolate milk to start the school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Kopi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Five – Do You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: I don't breathe in tar and various chemicals into my lungs thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you’ve been in love: Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Not during rugby training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak: If i was, I would be a vegan(which I'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Six – In The Past Month Have you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drank alcohol: At Bryan Koh's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yeah DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: *suan ICHIBAN SUSHI FTW. LETS GO SUSHI OUTING GUYS.  suan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Nah. I think black is quite a nice colour, whereas red looks kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Seven – Have You Ever…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: Yeah. boohoo emo time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Eight – You’re Hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Married: I think I answered this already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a: Big, fit and sexy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Nine – In a Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait nigel what am i supposed to do here? Damn had to get it from isabelle's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye + Best Hair Color Combination: Who the heck dumps a girl because her eyes are black or her hair is red? DOES IT EVEN MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: Doesn't matter at all. Seriously. Its not like my hair is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Ten – What Were You Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago: This. I'm slow. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago: Eating my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: Studying like a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month Ago: I was doing you know? That thing?  You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: Definitely something, probably that thing, maybe nothing, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Eleven – Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love: Friends.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel: touched. OI STOP TOUCHING ME LUH.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate: getting rejected.&lt;br /&gt;I Hide: in emo corners to emo.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: Screwing around in 2K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Twelve – Tag Five People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please know that I'm trying to get the people who are most likely to reply)&lt;br /&gt;1. Bing Heng&lt;br /&gt;2. JR&lt;br /&gt;3. Aaron&lt;br /&gt;4. Meng Siew&lt;br /&gt;5. Sampson&gt;&gt; see im trying to help you restart your blogging passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1704241022021930569?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1704241022021930569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1704241022021930569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1704241022021930569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1704241022021930569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/nigel-tagged-me-layer-one-on-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8585857472750837259</id><published>2007-09-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:18:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DMP has got to be the best period of my sec school life (so far). You get to stay at home/in the library for longer periods of time (unless you are an idiot by the name of shao chun), yet you still get to go to school to mix with friends and let them remind you to muggggg. Not bad. I'm more productive than when I am at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Only one lesson, which was unfortunately, in the morning. Which meant I had to wake up at the normal time(ie 6am). Was quite painful sitting next to Bryan Koh, cus he kept on suanning me about rugby during the MENTAL SKILLS FOR SPORTS EXCELLENCE lesson. But after that slacked the whole way in the library doing chinese and physics, before going off for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was damn difficult. First we did boxing. Sounds fun? not. Because after 4 sets of Rhys's boxing schedule, your wrists feel like they're about to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of the pt, for the backs, consisted of a tackle, a sprint back and forth, a ruck, a tackle, another tackle, yet another tackle, one more tackle, and a ruck. We had to do this 10 times, which was freaking hard, especially thanks to chris who decided to handoff, shoulder the tacklers, even though we were dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pt, of course, was punctuated by the deathly hennymuller(however you spell it) in which we, the backs, had to complete in 55 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Got to go to school at 930. For MENTAL SKILLS FOR SPORTS EXCELLENCE. Which was quite booshit. Followed by MEDICAL PHYSICS, which was even more boo shit because i didn't understand anything. boohoo im dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school rushed off to Highland centre to print our SMP poster at Botak Signs, which imo is a very cool name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Like a normal school day, the day was extremely shitty. SEQUENCES AND SERIES, A CLOSER LOOK AT LIFE( in which we dissected leaves and carrots), NUTRITION FOR SPORTS( in which I attempted to learn what to eat in order to grow faster) and FUN WITH LOGIC AND PARADOX( which wasn't very fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then training, which was a crappy training for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, due to the extreme emotional damage (boohoo) alvan, matthew, kentang and mark has done to me on their blog, I have changed their link to "MY HATE BLOG". It is quite an interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how this blog post will be warped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8585857472750837259?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8585857472750837259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8585857472750837259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8585857472750837259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8585857472750837259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/dmp-has-got-to-be-best-period-of-my-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4329026112605966370</id><published>2007-09-08T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:43:12.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I did during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going for rugby PT, sorry, I mean MC(Match conditioning), I went for TLC, which rendered me invulnerable to the constant tests of loyalties which many subjected to through the duration of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop was quite okay luh, but our whole group damn stone, so it wasn't very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Jin Kiat and I'm very handsome."-JinKiat, during the self introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;TLC again. Was less boring cause we were less stone, but otherwise, the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was once, when I went out with my friend, then he was damn sad because he didn't have a girlfriend. So I told him, don't worry lah, you quite handsome what. And he told me, not as handsome as you jin kiat. At that moment, I felt powerful."-JinKiat, a moment which made you feel powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for chem, in which Vertuz emo-ed because we were making hell lot of noise. Sian his last lesson we also make him emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-&lt;br /&gt;Training. Unexpectedly slack. Everybody went there expecting the ferocious match conditioning to proceed but Rhys said that we were just gonna be going through some routines so we slacked the whole way through, with most of the noobs(ie. ME) standing on the scrum machine when we were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, left for j8 for lunch, then went to the library for HIDE N SEEK. However, I cheated like a cow and was chided by everyone. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were returning to school. KIDDY RIDE TIME. SEE BELOW POST FOR VISUAL DESCRIPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics supp, which only 8 pple turned up for. Jon owned all the 3I pple. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Nanotech, which i felt was quite a waste of money. In the end, they gave us a LCD, which can only work if you buy your own croc clips and battery, and a sputtered object which silver came off after a few rubs. wtf. And we had to travel to dover for that mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;The only free day, which I spent mugging and playing gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days and stone hammer. MAN I SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;went for ushering duty at 530, in which i earned 20 DOLLARS for ushering. thankyou guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about what I did for my holiay. What holiday? (Join the trend)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4329026112605966370?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4329026112605966370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4329026112605966370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4329026112605966370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4329026112605966370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-did-during-holidays-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8146223205839520278</id><published>2007-09-06T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:30:24.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;This was the climax of my 1 week holiday. &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbMC20DEBLQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbMC20DEBLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8146223205839520278?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8146223205839520278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8146223205839520278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8146223205839520278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8146223205839520278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-was-climax-of-my-1-week-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7702956584776170432</id><published>2007-09-02T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:04:45.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think today's msn nicks are pretty cool. Below are some . My ex-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtpfBrz-1aI/AAAAAAAAADg/7x1CVSzAq1A/s1600-h/msn+names.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtpfBrz-1aI/AAAAAAAAADg/7x1CVSzAq1A/s320/msn+names.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105497610123138466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the resolution sucks. So go open it in a new window or tab or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What holiday? Is this like some kind of catchphrase everybody is using? True however..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The epitomy and profile of a gay. the "ooo la la", coupled with the gay smiley face, and a beautifully rendered name gives this nickname a very gay overtone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Very original nicknames guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fine I'm sorry about matthew. This one is a clear indication and attempt to be gay. What with the pink HIGHLIGHTING. otokonohito means "boy" in japanese btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Very philosophical, wouldnt think the real-life joker chuan hong would have this kind of nick, but this is his real side...*emo**emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HAHAHA Ernest. But his blog is really quite good, despite the fact that it is DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. wtf. You learning malay or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7702956584776170432?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7702956584776170432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7702956584776170432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7702956584776170432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7702956584776170432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-todays-msn-nicks-are-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtpfBrz-1aI/AAAAAAAAADg/7x1CVSzAq1A/s72-c/msn+names.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5320901034195567895</id><published>2007-08-31T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:42:40.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Theres so much to talk about since the CCTs are over.&lt;br /&gt;1) EOYs&lt;br /&gt;2) New handphone&lt;br /&gt;3) CCTs&lt;br /&gt;4) History Proj&lt;br /&gt;5) Debates&lt;br /&gt;6) SS proj&lt;br /&gt;7) RE poster&lt;br /&gt;8) Teacher's day&lt;br /&gt;9) Team lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) As mentioned in an earlier post, I have decided to mug my ass off until I leave RI. This is to sow the seeds to get naice subjects in RJ. In the morning (and in the night), I have become, THE MUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet all my parents can do is to ask me to study and study and study. Damn irritating seh. I need a life apart from studying. I can't believe that while the whole world calls me a mugger, and everyone in the class uses me as a benchmark for good results, I am recognised as this slacking shit at home. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nigel said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Increasingly, even university graduates are finding it hard to get jobs. What makes you think you can find one for yourself? And even if you do, your job isn't going to be very different from the life you live in school. It's going to be worse. A lot worse. There will not be holidays, there will not be concessions for late work, there will instead be 52 weeks of work a year, and 20 days (if you're lucky) of leave. It ain't going to be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working hard so we can work harder in the future. Our lives are like maplestory. In which you level up so you can level up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This might be old but yeah I have a new handphone. A motorola razr v3xx, which is a much much much much better phone compared to my crappy nokia free phone. The razr  was free too as well btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtgN3bz-1YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jEyvUOnA67k/s1600-h/Motorola_RAZR_XX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtgN3bz-1YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jEyvUOnA67k/s320/Motorola_RAZR_XX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104845423634208130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks quite naice right? It has bluetooth and the works, excluding a radio. but thats good enough! Ill need to get myself a memory card soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons better then this lump of crap:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtgPS7z-1ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/nI9fpQoGWYQ/s1600-h/nokia-6610i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtgPS7z-1ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/nI9fpQoGWYQ/s320/nokia-6610i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104846995592238482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a built in crap camera, crap games, crap animations, crap ringtones, crap input methods, crap applications, crap etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CCTs were all relatively okay. History was a waste of my mugging time. It was so freaking simple. Good job by the history teachers in linking all the things we had learnt into one question. Thats quite pro.&lt;br /&gt;Math got abit of kick. For now, I have lost at most 5 marks. 25/30 aint a bad score. XD.&lt;br /&gt;Physics was supposedly easy but I had little time left cus I screwed up the plank question as I didn't see the mass of the plank and the man in the question and thus decided to do shit loads of simultaneous equations. The last question also I didn't know which values to sub in. But I did it anyway. I lost 1 mark for sure as I sketched a wrong graph hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. History proj was pretty fine. The trailer had great music in my opinion, and we really looked like we were presenting a documentary kind of thing to the class. Not bad at all. Never mind coughissacshihaomooselimyongcough's group complaining that we copied them. We didnt! My presentation, I hope, was persuasive. I was trying to emphasise alot on the main points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Debates were quite fantastic. Despite supposedly stiff competition from ISSAC's group, I think we did quite well. kudos to Kevin's evidences especially, as David's evidences were pretty crappy. Without Kevin's solid evidence, we wouldnt have a firm case at all. I got 76/100, before she changed the marking scheme cus she said it was too strict or smth. I AM 3rd IN CLASS. highest is shihao at 78, followed by somebody at 77, then alot of people at 76. Argh. No best speaker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SS was a breeze cus we had already done it a few years ago. So I managed to send my essay to billions of people in an attempt to get them to improve on the essay. The product was quite well done, even if I say so myself. *ego*. The trailer seems quite okay luh. The skit seems freaking funny. YESH. no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think we're really screwed. I have 3 days to come up with an aesthetically pleasing poster and I doubt David will know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Teachers' Day was quite eventful was I was the starge managhar. So managed the stage. Didn't manage to see the videos but thats okay luh. I'll get the vids from Linan. Titus and Shiyang are freaking pro people. The best emcees I think. Good idea from Wayne and Said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Rugby team lunch was damn weird. First after the Teachers' Day celebs, went to watch Evan Almighty with Jon Meng Mark and Shaochun. Quite an okay movie luh. But very cliche and too biblical for my taste. After that took train to Orchard where we aimlessly walked to taka and back to the MRT just to go to a toilet. Then went to cine for lunch. Met Issac with A GIRL there. 3 GIRLS actually. hahahaha Issac. But left with team to eat lunch. Then we all went our seperate ways. So there wasn't much team things in our team lunch. Nevertheless, i went to LAN with issac shaochun mark david jon. AND I GOT FREAKING OWNED. I FED EVERYONE IN EVERYGAME. and no, "you do not know what is demoralisation until you sit next to David Lu in a dota match." But second match was one of the better ones. I didnt die so much. But DAVID DIED ALOT HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went home yeah haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5320901034195567895?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5320901034195567895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5320901034195567895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5320901034195567895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5320901034195567895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RtgN3bz-1YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jEyvUOnA67k/s72-c/Motorola_RAZR_XX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3139663280656880742</id><published>2007-08-31T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:28:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy busy. CCTs are over, but its time for EOY mugging. Yes. My mugging mode has been turned on. I'm going to take some RESL so I can slack the whole RE away to mug my ass off for the whole year next year to get good subjects in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3139663280656880742?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3139663280656880742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3139663280656880742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3139663280656880742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3139663280656880742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7346832717036917853</id><published>2007-08-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:23:40.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week was a harrowing experience. Actually, there was only one big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue dramatic music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History performance task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*duh duh duh duh....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying back on last Thursday, this Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday to do this piece of crap which will teach us near nada about the Black Death. I think Mr Shahrom is the only effective history teacher. Wonder how he did it anyway. Maybe it was due to the fact that my last year class was less noisy then 3I, with people arguing with the teacher (ie sampson), people arguing among themselves (ie jie hao and whoever he sits next to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we ended up with this super nicely designed board. Then the night before stay up till 1 to do the info and presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But next week is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- history cct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*duh duh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- math cct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*duh duh duh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday- physics cct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*duh duh duh duh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7346832717036917853?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7346832717036917853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7346832717036917853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7346832717036917853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7346832717036917853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-week-was-harrowing-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-648565818033661914</id><published>2007-08-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:50:15.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 1 year of blogging, I feel that I've lost all humour (yeah yeah I never had it from the beginning) and much enthusiasm. In order to kickstart my blogging passion again, I would like to request all readers to tag what they want to see more on this bloggay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Biquan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-648565818033661914?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/648565818033661914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=648565818033661914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/648565818033661914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/648565818033661914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/after-1-year-of-blogging-i-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2940122480192396864</id><published>2007-08-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:31:08.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so we got owned for RE presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason? Our graph wasn't accurate enough. One of the dear markers decided to question us angrily about this. So I attempted to evade it. To no avail. I tried to give a strong argument, hoping to scare her off. No use. So in the end have to nod head and say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't THAT bad. At least we didn't get owned as badly as Paul Tern's group. zomg. no offence paul, but you got really owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday is our swimming module, in which everybody will laugh at my skinny frame. grr. And I can't swim to save my balls, So that'll make me get laughed at even more. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem's tomorrow. And I haven't studied. Good luck to me. lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2940122480192396864?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2940122480192396864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2940122480192396864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2940122480192396864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2940122480192396864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-we-got-owned-for-re-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4040321736522895698</id><published>2007-08-13T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:47:46.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that people have a wrong perception towards the word "emo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me check it up in the dictionary. Or rather, an online dictionary. Since normal dictionaries probably wouldn't keep up with these groovy and in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emo&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPA_chart_for_English" title="IPA chart for English"&gt;pronounced&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span title="Pronunciation in IPA" class="IPA"&gt;/ˈiːmoʊ/&lt;/span&gt;) is a somewhat ambiguous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slang" title="Slang"&gt;slang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;term most frequently used to describe or refer to a fashion, style, or attitude linked to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-hardcore" title="Post-hardcore"&gt;post-hardcore&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Emo&lt;/i&gt; may also describe &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo_music" title="Emo music"&gt;emo music&lt;/a&gt; or a general emotional state (as in to "feel emo"). It is also, sometimes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pejoratively" title="Pejoratively"&gt;pejoratively&lt;/a&gt;, used to identify someone fitting a particular emo &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereotype" title="Stereotype"&gt;stereotype&lt;/a&gt; or category, or of being overly-emotional. The term's definition is the subject of debate.&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay. This is from wiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now pick out the main points like the obedient history students we are (see me after class!).&lt;br /&gt;Emo is&lt;br /&gt;-Fasion, style, or attitude linked to post hardcore&lt;br /&gt;- Being overly-emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who say I'm emo. I'm definitely not the first. So next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being overly emotional. Lessee...&lt;br /&gt;When I say "Eh guys keep quiet people want to learn one lehh..."&lt;br /&gt;Then all around me comes chants of "Dont be emo luh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Eh guys keep quiet people want to learn one lehh..." I feel is not very emotional in any way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the way I say it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I put alot of emotion of my saying "Eh guys keep quiet people want to learn one lehh..."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I don't think this is likely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I got damn pissed off with David because he didn't listen to me. HOWEVER, for those who have taken DISC profiling before, I'm actually and I person. Meaning I like to be liked. And if people ignore me i'll be sho sho sho sho sad... yeah. okay. Perhaps this is the reason people think I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE, its because of my blog... HOWEVER, after looking through many records. I think I have only a few emo posts in there. Few meaning less than 10. Hey come on, I've had this blog for what? A year! and 117 posts. Less than 10 emo posts means I'm 1/11 of the time emo. This is AROUND 10%. Or in 365 days, I am emo for a month. Thats quite little. considering how fast our june holidays pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know our dear sampy is going to try to prove on his blog that I'm emo so I'll just wait and see and laugh. lalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4040321736522895698?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4040321736522895698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4040321736522895698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4040321736522895698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4040321736522895698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-that-people-have-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4721689007466850916</id><published>2007-08-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:05:50.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I'm studying biology. After 5 days of holiday, what can I say that I have done? Frankly, academically, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday day #1&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym after the celebrations. After that went to my parent's office before going out with them to have lunch. Went home to use the computer to do... something... forgot what homework I was doing, or if I was doing homework at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday day #2&lt;br /&gt;Best day evah. Parents went to Malaysia so had a fun day at home on the com. Did near nothing. But I watched quite a few Simpsons episodes which are fricken funny. Who has all the episodes please give them to me. PLEASE. Learned some crappeh PCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday day #3&lt;br /&gt;Today, I actually did something. I DID MY YINGYONGWEN. zomg. And I also studied for biology. Besides that, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday day #4&lt;br /&gt;Studied biology. Left with the plant physio crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holday day #5&lt;br /&gt;Study biology, go to cousin's place for housewarming... thats bout it luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hence, therefore and in conclusion, I feel that we should have more holidays to exploit. Never mind, there's DMP, which is meant for hardcore mugging. but... knowing myself, I'll probably not do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4721689007466850916?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4721689007466850916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4721689007466850916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4721689007466850916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4721689007466850916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-im-studying-biology.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5695184358197359787</id><published>2007-08-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:42:27.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an unusual day. Although the sun was shining, and the birds were singing, there was something strange in the air which I felt as soon I stepped into the beautiful and extensive grounds which compounds we call our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, even before I entered the school, I met senior prefect Bryan Chia, who immediately attempted to coerce me into joining him in a venture to paint the musty Prefect room. Strangely enough, perhaps due to the various rhetorical devices used by him, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, before class began, I managed to beat my Tetris records on my new phone by a convincing 1000 points. I am extremely proud of myself due to the immense amount of training and practice I have put into playing this game,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ie the time when im doing duty at the raja block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, during Biology, we watched an extremely interesting video of this fat guy having a heart attack. No, it wasn't the fat guy we were interested in, rather, the graphics and special effects of the heart was rather nifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, during PE, I managed to score a goal in the floorball assessment. I find this highly unusual due to the fact that the whole world was suanning me about me disgracing myself before i scored. However, i have to thank lennards beautiful cross that allowed me to score this goal. part of the credit must go to shuwen's lousy keeping as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, during recess, our social advocacy group, consisting of sngyi, me, alvan and sungming, were approached by ms sim, who told us that our letter had actually gotten through to the minister of education and we were thus made to converse with him formally. This made us very shocked and regretful that we actually mailed out the letter, and had not faked it like the other groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly(lol. sixthly), after playing and intriguing game of connect four with various people, we proceeded to paint the prefect room. This was not very unusual except for the fact that in the end, we decided to chalk the floor outside the room with things like "treasure here", "and here too", "check here as well", "to the left to the left" and other idiotic phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i managed to make an uneventful day sound eventful. 4.5 day holiday ftw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5695184358197359787?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5695184358197359787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5695184358197359787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5695184358197359787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5695184358197359787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-unusual-day.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8703970249168093970</id><published>2007-08-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:36:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow damn. I haven't actually done much since ELISA. However, I have managed to fail 2 things this year. An all time record high. First it was the chinese cct, now its the physics practical. I have a feeling I'll be failing my chinese gpa this term. But luckily, thanks to above average results for physics before, I managed a 3.6/4.0 gpa. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have reinstated the hit counter for my blog, due to the fact that I my inferiority complex has been growing larger and HOPEFULLY, this will help. I doubt it however. After seeing the hits I'll be much sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, me and David embarked on an exciting journey to find out more about our country Singapore. Throughout the whole of RE, we played the NEQuiz game, which consisted of answering questions to build buildings before they calculate the entire score of your game. Sounds lame? Maybe you should try it. Its really quite addictive HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, the cross country. Ready to get owned, I paced Shaun and we ran together for damn long. Then half way both tired so we walk walk walk. Then see all the muggers and fatties over take us, so we start running again. In the end, due to lack of self discipline, I got owned by Nigel Chua, (and in Faisal's words: "Even Nigel, who isn't the fastest guy around, managed to beat you.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So I got owned. Boo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8703970249168093970?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8703970249168093970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8703970249168093970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8703970249168093970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8703970249168093970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6685814833034052418</id><published>2007-08-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:53:03.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so the last two days was the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, on either monday or tuesday morning, I discover I HAD NOT DONE history mindmap and worksheet. But this one is not much of a problem, because dAng not very ji jiao, so can escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, realised I didn't understand a shit about math. This means I was near to gone because theres TA today. Then Sung Ming was asking me 6956451324 questions about the previous topics as he copied down the earlier math worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, as Sung Ming wrote down all the homework in his sketch book. Realise we have crap loads of work and we are therefore going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, discovered that we had to submit an essay for the Pen Awards yesterday, an essay which 0/30 of our class had managed to remember and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, bad hair day. nuff said. So little hair, so bad hair. Thanks to a lousy haircut which many claimed did not reflect upon the y axis of my head (this means it was lopsided).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, failed my chinese with a grand score of 36/80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ELISA albumin test! You ruined my chinese with your bleedy 6 hour long analysis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6685814833034052418?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6685814833034052418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6685814833034052418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6685814833034052418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6685814833034052418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-last-two-days-was-worst-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3481058127065401593</id><published>2007-07-25T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:30:12.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on tuesday, we, me and David, fooled around with ELISA till around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all love ELISA, allowing us to waste 6 hours of our lives to get this plate of yellow liquid--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/Rqc_Z831veI/AAAAAAAAADI/koAl8eiqpH8/s1600-h/ELISA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/Rqc_Z831veI/AAAAAAAAADI/koAl8eiqpH8/s320/ELISA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091107618835250658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some background, most of you should know that me and David are doing some SMP project regarding some microspheres. So basically we grew some liver cells on these microspheres to see which one grow best. How to know which one grow best? We have to check the albumin produced by the cells which they secrete. How to check the albumin? Use ELISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This analysis takes 6+ hours to do, with about 4.5 hours of WAITING. yes. waiting. we waited in the lab for 4 and a half hours. The first 2hrs wasn't so bad. We were so busy labelling and re-labelling vials we didn't look at the time. The 3rd hour we went for dinner. The last hour we busily studied our cheng yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. The only chinese i studied was in NUS over the lab table with David screaming in my ear and kicking my chair. Thats harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing all the crap. I reached home on the last train at 12, ate dinner till 1am, before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I badly screwed up the chinese test. The first 2 sections lose 6 marks liao. The comprehension also lose 6 marks liao. Thats 12 marks, and the total i can get is 68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls to CCT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3481058127065401593?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3481058127065401593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3481058127065401593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3481058127065401593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3481058127065401593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-tuesday-we-me-and-david-fooled.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/Rqc_Z831veI/AAAAAAAAADI/koAl8eiqpH8/s72-c/ELISA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3229277192290532513</id><published>2007-07-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:06:49.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that everythign I do can't please you, Glenn? When I don't do anything to you, you kp me. When I try to be nice to you, you kp me. When I be neutral to you, you kp me. What do I have to do to make you not kp me? I ask you why u kp me, and you say because im short and have no hair. Is that everything that matters to you? or is it not the real reason. Or are you kp-ing me just for the fucking sake of kp-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like bloody Si Yuan. When did I ever do anything wrong to him. Why are you guys so fucked up? Is it so hard to just be neutral to someone who didn't do anything to you. I tell you to keep your cards, I ask you to stop playing with your bloody balls. It is my job right? So what right do you have to kp me when Im trying to be as just as possible to everyone of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a problem. Tell it to my face. Don't just say you hate me because Im a rugger, a prefect or a short guy with no hair. Cus those reasons dont say a mother shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3229277192290532513?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3229277192290532513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3229277192290532513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3229277192290532513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3229277192290532513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-is-it-that-everythign-i-do-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1489782220762991821</id><published>2007-07-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:44:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from match support. damn. we got pretty much owned, to put it bluntly. Still, great effort to all the trackers. There's always next year for the sec 3s and rj for the sec 4s. Thats seriously all i can say. even though i know how shitty it feels not to accomplish anything in a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bishan mrt, met matthew yang, some guy who i havent seen in like forever. woah. we talked about our lives. Quite cool luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to the main topic of today, the lives of single sex female schools. In these schools, the politics is very complicated and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making an enemy out of a popular person for one day can turn the whole class against you. It will start with the bitching about you to others, followed by daoing, followed by complete hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is always important to know what others are talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a girl has some very good friends. These friends are other people's friends, as well as her informers. Lets say that they say something bad about her, it is possible to find out what was said about her if her good friend tells her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say ignorance is bliss, but this isn't so in a girl's school. it is CRUCIAL to know what others are talking about you. However, I can tell that by learning what others tell about you, you sometimes develop an inferiority complex (which i sometimes have) that you are an asshole, bitch, ugly, or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand this politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can girls feel happy in this kind of environment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1489782220762991821?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1489782220762991821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1489782220762991821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1489782220762991821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1489782220762991821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-came-back-from-match-support.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4752808184375429377</id><published>2007-07-17T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:21:53.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[A] - AVAILABLE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B] - BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;26 March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[C] - CRUSHING?&lt;br /&gt;Im not as heavy as Isaac Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D] - DRINK YOU LAST HAD?&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[E] - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO?&lt;br /&gt;My moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F] - FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[G] - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS?&lt;br /&gt;Bears. You can bite off the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[H] - HOMETOWN?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I] - ILL?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J] - JUGGLE&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[K] - KILLED SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L] - LONGEST CAR RIDE?&lt;br /&gt;2-3 hours? malaysia&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bus&lt;/span&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[M] - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[N] - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O] - ONE WISH?&lt;br /&gt;World Peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P] - PERSON WHO LAST CALLED YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Dixon. He called me from the AVT when I was in the AVT to ask me if there was an available seat near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Q] - QUEER?&lt;br /&gt;Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[R] - REASON TO SMILE?&lt;br /&gt;Everything. &gt;&gt;woah sze ping colourful smiles sia&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[S] - SONG YOU LAST HEARD?&lt;br /&gt;Moozie singing chi1 pang3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T] - TIME YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;530. but snoozed till 615&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[U] - UNDERWEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[V] - VERY HUNGRY?&lt;br /&gt;Ate some crap already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[W] - WORST HABIT?&lt;br /&gt;procrastinator. I'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Y] - YOUR NUMBER OF FRIENDS ON FRIENDSTER?&lt;br /&gt;141&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Z] - ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;Aries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4752808184375429377?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4752808184375429377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4752808184375429377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4752808184375429377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4752808184375429377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/available-yeap.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7304237979163695311</id><published>2007-07-17T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:10:43.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 10px; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://biq17.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$7,903.56&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. So my blog is worth 8000 dollars. Thats more than half a year ago. I think it was worth like $4000 then. So who wants to buy my blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com/" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $2,569,060 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com/" title="How much are you worth?"&gt;How much are you worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seow. I like free like that hahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7304237979163695311?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7304237979163695311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7304237979163695311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7304237979163695311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7304237979163695311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-blog-is-worth-7903.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3139855283226691972</id><published>2007-07-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:48:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Its Monday. Our RE report was due today. But I haven't sent it out. bad day bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something great some other day cause im really really busy now. Just gotta tell everyone I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3139855283226691972?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3139855283226691972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3139855283226691972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3139855283226691972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3139855283226691972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-309410066719074781</id><published>2007-07-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:17:22.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;weird handphone quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last 3 digits of your mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;051&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey its at city hall :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Sharmini. Cus my SLC grp going to victoria concert hall to see a concert together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first person who comes under M?&lt;br /&gt;Marcus (Koe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gao Sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;David (Lu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus We had to go to NUS and i didn't know where he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnoe why he call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;br /&gt;David &lt;-- wah sei lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the oldest message in your inbox says (grammar wrong here.)?&lt;br /&gt;"Erm i dunno cause not my job.. Then they told me dunno you school postal code..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sze Ping asking for Raffles Institution postal code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who comes up under R?&lt;br /&gt;Ren Yan, Ren Yong, Ryan Loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your Sent Items - what does the 10th message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Email koh siak peng. And 2moro morn go find him &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I so rude sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the 7th person who comes up under S?&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your gsm/network provider?&lt;br /&gt;Singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;128&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;a Cloud Strife pic which I hand drew and took a photo of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the 2nd person who comes up under J?&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;My home number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;br /&gt;donch know worzxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the third person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;Chuan Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A crappy one which I don't use. Silent ringtone?&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/33098403-309410066719074781?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/309410066719074781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=309410066719074781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/309410066719074781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/309410066719074781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/weird-handphone-quiz-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1125893720520659960</id><published>2007-07-09T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:59:50.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I learned today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some taxi drivers are assholes&lt;br /&gt;So we (me and luwei) were getting a cab. We manage to flag down a cab due to luwei's spotting skills and my waving skills. OK fine... just luwei's spotting skills.&lt;br /&gt;So I say: "Bartley Sec please."&lt;br /&gt;-"You know where it is?"&lt;br /&gt;"No....(duh if we knew we wouldnt be taking cab)"&lt;br /&gt;-"Wah you cannot expect us taxi drivers to know everything you know!!"&lt;br /&gt;Okayy. then he proceeded to be pissed off for the entire ride. Taking us in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;BUT WE WEREN'T LATE FOR THE INVESTITURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm gonna die for biology&lt;br /&gt;The test is tomorrow. And I haven't studied. And its 10pm. And I just finished dinner. Therefore I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1125893720520659960?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1125893720520659960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1125893720520659960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1125893720520659960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1125893720520659960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-learned-today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-283736066883668759</id><published>2007-07-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:03:35.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you don't learn something new than you're stuck in a rut." -Mr Romi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats so true. From now on, I'll state what I learned in every blog post to make sure I have a continuous learning process. I won't write what I learn in lessons cus it'll be too bloody boring(doh.)  So I'll write about "interesting" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned&lt;br /&gt;1. How to clean microspheres and stick them into palletes.&lt;br /&gt;After at least a month of preperation, our microspheres for our RE project is ready for seeding! A MONTH and I think we reap less than 5g worth of powder to cultivate little liver cells (hepatocytes, for the more well-informed) on.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heavy weights stops growth.&lt;br /&gt;I read on this article that if you're a growing boy (ie. me), heavy weights will spoil your growth plates and STUNT your growth. So you gotta lift lighter weights more times. &lt;a href="http://www.teenhealthfx.com/answers/Sports/1337.html"&gt;http://www.teenhealthfx.com/answers/Sports/1337.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Postal service sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;An invite for an investiture posted sometime last week reached RI in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;4. GTA: SA's flying missions are damn hard&lt;br /&gt;I can complete driving missions at 5 missions/hour but I can complete flying missions 1mission/week. Thats, well, damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheating is good for "teamwork"&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the whole class cheat during the book test with the teacher sitting at the desk smiling at us, I asked the teacher why she didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;"这样也好嘛，有teamwork."-Mrs Tan We Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been helluva busy, with me going down to NUS a total of 2 days in a week. Do I hear you say that 2 days isn't alot? Try travelling from Bishan to NUS then! It takes one and a half hours to get there, and the equal time to get back. &lt;-- See this? Thats why I didn't go for training/gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Week was pretty cool. But i feel that most activities only appealed to a small group of people. Like Pokemon battles and rubik's cube challenge plus rafflesian records. But the mufti was really great. Not sure why the Sec 4s are so un-enthu. I mean, mufti day also want to wear uniform? Is the uniform that comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Chinese CCT is on week 5. This means I have to start looking through my shou ce since I haven't been listening to Tan We Wen's lessons (just like everyone else). Zhang Hongshi is coming back on week 5 as well, so we aren't saved. Just gotta learn chinese myself. It ain't so hard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... maybe it is bloody fucking hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-283736066883668759?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/283736066883668759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=283736066883668759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/283736066883668759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/283736066883668759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-dont-learn-something-new-than.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-586876206232970581</id><published>2007-07-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:33:17.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Youth day was the bomb! I just stayed at home and perma- slacked. Felt damn good, since I've been preoccupied by various random crap almost everyday. Having the whole day to yourself is super sexy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 730 due to my father, then&lt;br /&gt;go back to sleep at 830 after he go to work (shhh...)&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 11,&lt;br /&gt;use the com until like 430&lt;br /&gt;sleep again till 630&lt;br /&gt;use the com till 11&lt;br /&gt;sleep till next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Like a freaking sloth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-586876206232970581?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/586876206232970581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=586876206232970581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/586876206232970581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/586876206232970581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/07/youth-day-was-bomb-i-just-stayed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8207356604007821975</id><published>2007-06-28T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:02:05.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post! but nothing much to say. besides the fact that going to school on a school holiday sucks balls. but it was fun, nonetheless. tomorrow will be better. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8207356604007821975?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8207356604007821975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8207356604007821975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8207356604007821975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8207356604007821975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/100th-post-but-nothing-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5935306144388924654</id><published>2007-06-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:07:08.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-deleted-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5935306144388924654?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5935306144388924654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5935306144388924654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5935306144388924654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5935306144388924654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/ur-sisters-fren-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-714641414025807644</id><published>2007-06-26T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:43:37.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shaun Ee, a person I've known for 6 years now in the hospital. Just a day ago, he fell/jumped/was pushed off the 5th storey of the S Rajaratnam block. You have no idea how shocked I was. Someone who was so playful in Sec 1 and 2, just plunging off the Raja block. Whats more, it doesn't seem so much of an accident anymore. He missed assembly, and according to Yi Da's statement, he was sitting on the ledge of the 5th floor. Alone. For now, I'll just assume that he accidentally fell off. Why is it that nobody knows what happened? Why is it that the teachers can only tell us that they do not know? How come the 2 prefects scanning the Raja block for pupils hiding in their classes did not see him?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-714641414025807644?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/714641414025807644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=714641414025807644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/714641414025807644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/714641414025807644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/shaun-ee-person-ive-known-for-6-years.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7083513532938181741</id><published>2007-06-18T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:54:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. ru ling wai shi book review&lt;br /&gt;2. 3 du zhe&lt;br /&gt;3. Advocacy project&lt;br /&gt;4. Extensive Reading Program&lt;br /&gt;5. Physics concept maps&lt;br /&gt;6. Math Logarithm project&lt;-- wtf     So my chinese compos are all done. Resulting in me looking like a no-life piece of shit. Try completing 4 compos in a short duration. I wake up, I think of the compos. I go to sleep I think of what to write for the compos.  ERP is halfway done...  Math project halfway Advocacy almost done  book review and duzhe dont care.  END OF HOMEWORK REVIEW  Lets move over to more interesting aspects of my life shall we--&gt;Such as Friday's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PAINTBALL FIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kindly sponsored by Jason Goh for his birthday party/bash/whatever- you- wanna- call- it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shannon gets us to go to Orchid Country Club by cab, wasting our money when we could have gone by shuttle bus. But when we reached the Club, its raining like nobody's business so we proceed to brave our way to the paintball tent before sitting around and chatting. In Lennie and Marcus's case--&gt;Playing Pokemon on Marcus's Brother's DS.Then its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PAINTBALL&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;br /&gt;Equipment consists of&lt;br /&gt;Visor(Not Helmet, which leaves the top of your head unprotected)&lt;br /&gt;Vest(Super loose and Hardly hit)&lt;br /&gt;Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SUPPOSED to shoot down some targets and grab some ammo box. Which Marcus manage to delay with his stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first round&lt;br /&gt;Everybody forgot about any mission. We all just aimed for opposition members. Therefore, opposition won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second round&lt;br /&gt;A few aim for the targets. People like Bird and Marcus dont care aim for people on the other team. I managed to hit down 1 target and... er.. cap Shannon on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third round&lt;br /&gt;IN WHICH WE WON, we managed to hit down the targets before Avinash the stealth warrior ran and took the ammo box. tio smack by a pellet on the HEAD. which really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last round&lt;br /&gt;we COULD HAVE won but all ran out of ammo, causing us to just pump CO2 at opponents to scare them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball is an expensive hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Equipment is no use because visor is never hit.&lt;br /&gt;Visor should be helmet so can shield the TOP of your headDont get hit by a paintball cus it hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RnXxPhE73kI/AAAAAAAAADA/FCM7_14hswU/s1600-h/paintball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RnXxPhE73kI/AAAAAAAAADA/FCM7_14hswU/s320/paintball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077229403809504834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haha marcus hair looks damn cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7083513532938181741?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7083513532938181741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7083513532938181741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7083513532938181741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7083513532938181741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/3.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RnXxPhE73kI/AAAAAAAAADA/FCM7_14hswU/s72-c/paintball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4639328543180604465</id><published>2007-06-10T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:43:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. 2 zuo wen&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 ying yong wen&lt;br /&gt;3. ru ling wai shi book review&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 du zhe&lt;br /&gt;5. Advocacy project&lt;br /&gt;6. Extensive Reading Program&lt;br /&gt;5. Physics concept maps&lt;br /&gt;6. Math Logarithm project&lt;-- wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that most of the crap belong to the languages. I'll post an update on the amount of homework I have every post. Doubt it'll change much though. yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's suck. All the activities are happening during the holidays, so you gotta balance between&lt;br /&gt;1. natural urges (to play computer games)&lt;br /&gt;2. CCA&lt;br /&gt;3. Leadership roles (ie RIPB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means that my entire holiday is full. I think only my Sundays are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I watched 5 movies last week! 3 in the cinema, and 2 in the chalet. Ok, fine, the 2 didn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans 13--&gt; I managed to secure 2 gala premiere tickets which I graciously allowed my sister to go. HAHA. In the end she didn't understand a shit. Which was quite wasteful, but ohwells. I think the 13 of them are freaking cool in their own ways. Including the slangy black guy and the computer nerd. Haha. cool people. How they manage to pull all the shit off is super amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I rushed over to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 3--&gt; Only managed to watch the last one-third of it. But I HEARD that it was the part that was most important anyway. Very predictable, but the jokes were pretty classic. The babies were cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the chalet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcist--&gt; I have never watched a horror show in ma LIFE. This is a first. Freaky.. The sudden voice changes were freaky enough. But the 180 deg turning of the head was IT. Too freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Tucker Must Die--&gt; Chick flick. Predictable. But quite cool and funny. Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to vivo again to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blades of Glory--&gt; I think this movie was superb. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. 5 movies. Im broke now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4639328543180604465?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4639328543180604465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4639328543180604465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4639328543180604465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4639328543180604465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5805312618172690279</id><published>2007-06-04T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:10:02.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second day&lt;br /&gt;300507&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring boring boring day. First we go to our class room to think and complete our action paper. After like 3-4 hrs of it, my brain was dripping out of my ears. Too much thinking! I can go on amazing races but not think for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;Consortium meeting, more thinking, more questions, more brain busting. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day&lt;br /&gt;010607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another brain busting day. Sit in this room, and raise hands to ask questions and give amendments! How fun can that get. It was better then the second day, in a way because the chair(wo)man gave quite abit of free time to discuss. Also could be because our group participated more readily. Then main committee meeting, in which the presenter from our consortium owned all the other consortia. Yeah, thats basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth and final day&lt;br /&gt;020607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off boring, starting with the "awards ceremony", in which our consortium WON. Then screwed around through out the presentations. How can you concentrate through 3 presentations each spanning 20 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;Lunch..&lt;br /&gt;Practice for our finale item, which consisted of 3 random skits involving elmo, big bird, spiderman and barney. Yeah, its that random.&lt;br /&gt;Then finale! Everybody went crazy. All the facils plus the OT were freaking high. So they bounce around so much that everybody also become damn enthu and bounce around. hahaha. Our turn to perform! But the f*#&amp;amp;-ing pple had to cut us off cus not enough time. Ok. After high high high, finale is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo time begins. Whole world starts to cry. Once one person cries, everybody cries. Its like a chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Horus for being Horus-y and high hahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5805312618172690279?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5805312618172690279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5805312618172690279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5805312618172690279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5805312618172690279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-day-300507-boring-boring-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5807502827466807065</id><published>2007-06-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:14:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLC is over! Mixed feelings. Nothing to look forward to the next day, no more cocking from Ken and Edwin my cocking partners, no more Xiong Chen, no more Beatrice, Jasmine and Sharmini. No more Indians Himanshu and Ashna, nothingness. I'm glad that I don't have to do anymore thinking for action papers, but sad that I probably won't be seeing this diverse group of people in a long long time. Man, we gotta implement the action paper, then can get together as a consortium for another stint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day&lt;br /&gt;29/5/07&lt;br /&gt;Ice- breakers, which were hilarious due to the fact that Auntie, our fac, kept on changing games cus she thought the game was boring. So we play it for like10 seconds, then change game. Wth. Then orientation at Orchard, in which I think we were the freaking fastest group, because we ran everywhere, like for example, all the way from SMU to taka to cathay to heeren etc. We finished lunch in 20 minutes so as to try to complete more stations but nooooo... all the station masters still eating. That sucked. In the end, we finished 11 out of the 12 we had to complete to finish the bingo board. Sooo close. The last station master go stop us from doing the activity. ARGH. Then we thought we can reach the Pit Stop the fastest, in the end get overtaken by groups who complete less stations then us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice is the boss of Orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next days some other time. I'm freaking tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5807502827466807065?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5807502827466807065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5807502827466807065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5807502827466807065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5807502827466807065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/06/slc-is-over-mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5236841946829458383</id><published>2007-05-28T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:27:24.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What have I done??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've left this blog to DIE?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i blogged was about... massive homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all the homework's done, albeit rushed through. And the "holidays" are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIPB:&lt;/b&gt; Are we having homework for June holidays?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;School admin:&lt;/b&gt; You are not supposed to. Teachers have been told not to give you homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no homework means we get 4 zuowens, have to read 4 chinese books, and a shu ping, plus around 2 assignments and a whole stack of chem revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the school has forgotten that we students have something called a "life". In this "life", we get to do what we want, or what we haven't done because we were so busy during the term time. This includes going out(or sleeping), taking up new activities(sleeping), and other hobbies(sleeping). How can we do these with no TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot, teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all lurbx lurbx euu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5236841946829458383?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5236841946829458383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5236841946829458383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5236841946829458383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5236841946829458383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-have-i-done-ive-left-this-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1160934603072683502</id><published>2007-05-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:48:56.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like i can never get enough of work. I think I'm addicted to work. Right after chionging like shit for friendship week, i sign up for 2 other event plannings. woah wth. more late nights, more bonding, more fun, more &lt;3. haha. Thats what makes RI special, and thats what I'll probably remember when I leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy (thurs)&lt;br /&gt;Phone directory (thurs)&lt;br /&gt;Monkey trial (fri)&lt;br /&gt;Blog (fri)&lt;br /&gt;Pull up (next wed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nidda pull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1160934603072683502?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1160934603072683502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1160934603072683502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1160934603072683502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1160934603072683502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/05/seems-like-i-can-never-get-enough-of.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7458703000104580612</id><published>2007-05-13T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:51:31.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah whats wrong with blogger. the new post function is all fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7458703000104580612?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7458703000104580612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7458703000104580612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7458703000104580612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7458703000104580612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/05/woah-whats-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2788938900229141389</id><published>2007-05-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:13:16.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oops. There's a history test 2moro and I haven't finished studying. And I'm blogging! OMG. Cardinal sin. I'm supposed to be a world class mugger! Back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2788938900229141389?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2788938900229141389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2788938900229141389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2788938900229141389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2788938900229141389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/05/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6133504651318309139</id><published>2007-05-06T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:39:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm shaven again. I don't understand whats so good about being botak, but it seems to give me some assurance. I like being botak, how it feels, and I've been this way since p6. Perhaps its because it gives me the feeling that no matter what changes, I'll still be botak. My hair will still be the same. I shan't be emo no more, cus according to a certain ugly person, its bad for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap yeap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6133504651318309139?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6133504651318309139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6133504651318309139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6133504651318309139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6133504651318309139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-im-shaven-again.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7277207359372108060</id><published>2007-05-06T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:33:30.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't understand the meaning of "despo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person like Luwei talks to many many girls, he's called a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person like me talks to a girl/ girls, I'm called a despo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the criteria sports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Luwei is good at sports and I'm not thats why we're different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dress nicely, called poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk to girls, called despo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI is damn weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7277207359372108060?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7277207359372108060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7277207359372108060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7277207359372108060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7277207359372108060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-dont-understand-meaning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8614871637310385995</id><published>2007-04-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:23:53.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "best friend" hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend loathes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that inflexible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8614871637310385995?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8614871637310385995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8614871637310385995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8614871637310385995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8614871637310385995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/aw-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4109667492658773567</id><published>2007-04-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:49:32.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! Learning journey day was superbly fun. Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 7am, cause my sister had to go to school. There I met my last year PE teacher. So we talked about lots of stuff: my progress in rugby, the new gym, the decor at the raja block. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to 3F and stoned until it was time for THEIR learning journey. Proceeded to class to see shikai shaun and lennie doing work. HAHA. Ms Peh pangsei them ask them do their own work. So Lennie bochup, he went with me and Markyeo go play with rugby ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kicked and passed and did other retarded things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while after, met the softballers and played touch with them. HAHA. I faked you Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered Lennie can kick cross-kicks damn pro-ly. Seow. His kicks are quite accurate. To think he only started seriously practicing at the beginning of the year in braddel west shit lake swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton for the first time in like 2 years! Teamed with Lennie, who was actually playing most of the game in the beginning. We were getting owned 9-0. Then I got used to the game and we fought back and WON 15-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But but I still suck seriously. Badminton is super fun! You whack the shuttleCOCKs around with a racket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to play as many sports as possible so as to improve my psycho motor, which will help in rugby! Yesh! Basketball, badminton. Lets make it tennis and soccer as well. Whooyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning journey was surprisingly interesting. Kudos to our interesting guide as she kept telling us super interesting stories that even sampson wouldnt know. Thats really quite impressive. The stories were gory yet interesting as well as made us empathies with the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also kudos to our dear 鸟人/乌龟/shikai for his super interesting stories. Man his life is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennie gave me the extra burger! Thankyew! Even though it was split into 4 parts by moozie. Thanks anyway. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla learning journey continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning journey, played badminton again, but got owned by tian kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zibei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4109667492658773567?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4109667492658773567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4109667492658773567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4109667492658773567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4109667492658773567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-learning-journey-day-was-superbly.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8604946067475844953</id><published>2007-04-19T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:54:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday- table tennis gold&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- cross country gold, gymnastics gold&lt;br /&gt;thursday- guitar ensemble gold with honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX! Holiday here we come. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8604946067475844953?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8604946067475844953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8604946067475844953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8604946067475844953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8604946067475844953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuesday-table-tennis-gold-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2905062955138758322</id><published>2007-04-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:02:03.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoaa. Yesterday was FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 7, I reached school at 8, then discovered that we were supposed to meet at 9! OOPS. Then after getting my tin I went with CLEMENT TAN to find some place to "colonize". We managed to find that the area outside the bishan library was EMPTY, so we just walked around there, attacking anyone who wanted to go to the library with a "Excuse me, would you like to donate to SPCA?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they heard it as "Excuse me, would you like to buy a sticker so that no one will harass you anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered there are a few types of people that donate etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Samaritan!&lt;br /&gt;Goes up to you without you asking them, takes out $2 notes and puts them in your can, without even bothering to take a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;Personal experience: A lady tapped me on the back, then put around $5 into my can, telling me to work hard and also blessing me. My spirit was really lifted then. If you're reading my blog maam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The parents with children&lt;br /&gt;After being approached, gives children a coin each to put into the can. Takes one sticker.&lt;br /&gt;Personal experience: Being in front of the library, there were lots of these people. One gave each child $1 and got them to put them into the can, then took a sticker and pasted it on the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ALL THE PARENTS WITH CHILDREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Please don't harass me!"&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who donate just to get the sticker to paste on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Personal experience: Someone who took out lots of change from his pocket before putting just the coin with the lowest denominator in the tin. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Sorry, but no thanks. &lt;:("&lt;br /&gt;They decline politely, having a sheepish look on their face.&lt;br /&gt;Personal experience: So many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hand-phone whippers&lt;br /&gt;When they see someone with a tin, ZOOM, their handphone appears, and they start discussing th most important deal of the century.&lt;br /&gt;Personal experience: So many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Master dao-ist&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, would you like to donate to SPCA?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me maam, would you like to donate to SPCA?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, would you like to donate to SPCA???"&lt;br /&gt;*walks away quickly*&lt;br /&gt;Personal experience: There was this woman who completely dao-ed me even though I asked her more than 5 times. Hai, can't blame her though. We were harassing people like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the morning shift, went to have lunch, before meeting up with second shift people to start the second shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to Toa Payoooooo, then cheered for Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, he was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were screaming our lungs out and even the judges had to make up lame shit to pi ping him. Like saying he shouldnt have waved to us because we were cheering for him? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxed out my can! It was like 5/6th full, and people were like berating me for having a heavier tin then theirs. HAHA. hardwork pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Orchard with Shikai, Joel, Ben Yong and Shaun, returned the tin. Then tried to decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just walked through Popular, before deciding to stone on top of a stairway, before Shikai decided to go to 7-eleven. Walked from Orchard MRT to Somerset MRT, and DIDNT BUY ANYTHING. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that Shikai was telling me that when a flyer- giver shoves a flyer in your face, you should say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOO...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried it out. This guy advertising the "finding mr twisties" competition, shoved a flyer in my face, then I went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOO...!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he withdrawed it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met a con-man at Somerset MRT who was advertising some weird toys that jumped whenever you shouted at it. Except it was painfully obvious that he was controlling the toys via something in his right hand below a newspaper on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikai decided to suan him, and succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout 1/3rd of the people were laughing and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, and started nursing a fever I contracted in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temperature's 38.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note, I discovered that 2 people hate me, and 1 guy has a chance of hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it to my face, bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2905062955138758322?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2905062955138758322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2905062955138758322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2905062955138758322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2905062955138758322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/whoaa.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4284321889728157480</id><published>2007-04-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:12:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3.64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm really just good at studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in more effort in sports, Biquan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4284321889728157480?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4284321889728157480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4284321889728157480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4284321889728157480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4284321889728157480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/3.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5703308393047879457</id><published>2007-04-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:02:03.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. My blog's been neglected. I think it's really sad. So I must post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My live is currently taken up by the following commitments--&lt;br /&gt;1. Friendship week&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese proj&lt;br /&gt;3. SMP&lt;br /&gt;4. Rugby/gymming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me a rather busy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friendship week's on its way, I really hope that this friendship week will be THE bomb. YEAHH. That will rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5703308393047879457?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5703308393047879457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5703308393047879457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5703308393047879457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5703308393047879457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3201560988891673198</id><published>2007-04-06T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:02:51.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on thursday, i went with other sec 3 ruggers to see LOMU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except that we didn't get to see MUCH of lomu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissed at 1230, we make our way to the Padang where we keep on looking up to try and find Lomu but i think he wasn't there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started doing drills that we do all the freaking time like speed ladder, tackling etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring. Exciting part ahead!--&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking session! I try to get as close to lomu as usual but a fucker with the name starting with M manages to push me away from him. DAMN. Then we try to mob lomu for his photograph but we are told repeatedly that there will be a autograph session LATER. After taking this large photograph, Lomu starts running away! AHH. I follow him, and almost get his autograph, before another fat fuck pushes me away. DAMNx2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that concludes things. I didn't get a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to 2 fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3201560988891673198?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3201560988891673198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3201560988891673198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3201560988891673198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3201560988891673198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-thursday-i-went-with-other-sec-3.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1752529976608705975</id><published>2007-04-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:29:10.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Moor got 5th place in Track and Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do more. But I'm just not athletic enough. Can't sprint fast enough, can't throw far enough, can't jump well enough. I'm just this little shit who can't do nuts in the Track and Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm saying this for the second time. In Sec 2, I decided that I would practice damn hard so that I could own 3km. That didn't happen. And it WONT happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeap. No more empty promises again this year. I'm going to do my best, to get strong, get fit, and do my best for both Rugby and Moor house next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to. Otherwise everything's wasted. All the years in RI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I rushed down to Bishan Stadium from Mayflower Secondary School after attending their investiture only to be kao-pei-ed cus I was talking to some of my friends and they were smacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biquan, you're a prefect, can you stop playing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. I go to the front to cheer for the runners u ask me join in. I join in talk to my friends you kao-pei me. Its not like I wasn't cheering. Everytime we started cheering I was always one of the loudest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1752529976608705975?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1752529976608705975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1752529976608705975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1752529976608705975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1752529976608705975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-moor-got-5th-place-in-track-and.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4267608693611896735</id><published>2007-03-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:13:41.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O yeah! My birthday just passed! Thanks for all the stuff! Specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The Adidas boots&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing this expensive gift. I told you 8. But it turned out to be 10 half. Oops. Just changed it today. Wth. Its damn patriotic. Got green black white sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nike shoe bag&lt;br /&gt;Wah finally, this is gonna be damn useful. Before getting this, I hung plastic bags to my school bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bong Slippers&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bing. Good taste. Sorry for making you stay around with people you didn't know. But was quite fun what. YOU HAVE TO ADMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Letter from Bao&lt;br /&gt;Yehh! Like the first letter I recieve from a friend. Damn coolly folded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Letter from Chay&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Cant wait to recieve it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah! I have friendster. Add me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha!&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.friendster.com/20170146"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/20170146&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4267608693611896735?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4267608693611896735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4267608693611896735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4267608693611896735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4267608693611896735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-yeah-my-birthday-just-passed-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1956248736580324103</id><published>2007-03-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:49:40.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so again, today, I faced the problem on whether to go for training, or to go to the gym. This is hard because-- Since I'm not in the team, on certain training sessions, there's freaking no point of going for training. What is it that I might do during training? Play in a 5 v 15, in which i am in the 5 because so many people have ponn-ed training, etc etc. But I did it in the end, 'cause most of the people supposed to go gym with me decided to go for training, so I felt obliged to go. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went. Worked abit on my scrumhalf-ing, then discovered what is currently wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;1) Pass too soft&lt;br /&gt;2) Unconfident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep screwing up. Damn. Must practice more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after training me and nigel decided to play "dirty sanchez", a gay cock game in which we were supposed to either&lt;br /&gt;1) Pick the phone when the phone starts playing music&lt;br /&gt;2) Pass the phone until the phone stopped playing&lt;br /&gt;3) Turn the handle of the jack in a box until it explodes&lt;br /&gt;4) Spin the phone to see who it points to.&lt;br /&gt;And the jagg-ed guy would have to do stupid things like smelling others' armpit, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered that I hadn't eaten lunch and recess. So I went home to eat lots of weird shit like pineapple tarts etc. But what really got kick was the dinner. Woahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curry, I take the tomato put into my mouth. Okay. Swallow. Okay. WOHHHHH. Major burn. Kick man. Then I eat the rest of the fish then my mouth was burning so much I take ice and suck. WOHH. kick man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1956248736580324103?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1956248736580324103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1956248736580324103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1956248736580324103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1956248736580324103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-so-again-today-i-faced-problem-on.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8601669183611779070</id><published>2007-03-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:53:06.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, lawis, alvan and shikai came to my house to play. Play what? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, we eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we attempt to play lan warcraft--unsuccessful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we attempt to play lan cs-- unsuccessful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we attempt to play winning eleven-- successful but shikai dowan play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, they ended up playing msn games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat murthabak at Prata Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww yeahh... murthabak tastes good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW ALVAN SAYS HE WILL UPDATE HIS BLOG AFTER A 7 DAY BREAK TO WARD OFF HIS BLOG OF GAYNESS! CHECK IT OUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kopi-o-.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 chocolate prata ftw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/33098403-8601669183611779070?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8601669183611779070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8601669183611779070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-lawis-alvan-and-shikai-came-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3085663227706904029</id><published>2007-03-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:03:50.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh. Today was a busy day. Shit this sounds like a p1 essay and I don't have a better starting anyway so let's just get to the point. Saw many weird things today. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was taking cab to buona vista with David and his dad, I was sitting in the front seat, and the taxi driver was actually playing a Buddhist prayer kind of thing. You know the chant that monks chant at funerals? That song. I'm not very sure, but I thought that the song was only played at funerals? Plus, the old man was quite old, so alot of theories were running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then I was going home, I fell asleep in the bus, so I missed my stop and had to take another bus back. This is the first time something like this happened. I have NO idea why I'm so tired. 'Cus I went home, ate instant noodles at 430 as lunch, then went to sleep until like 630.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was walking back home yesterday, and I saw this amazing shop name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RfaS_mnSbiI/AAAAAAAAACw/_cEaW6dYOZ8/s1600-h/cycleworx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RfaS_mnSbiI/AAAAAAAAACw/_cEaW6dYOZ8/s320/cycleworx.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041378454282595874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear lets go cycle worxx! ^.^!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, blatant show of support to worxy girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3085663227706904029?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3085663227706904029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3085663227706904029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3085663227706904029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3085663227706904029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RfaS_mnSbiI/AAAAAAAAACw/_cEaW6dYOZ8/s72-c/cycleworx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-826068247132701133</id><published>2007-03-11T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:07:30.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm confused. I just watched "I/We dare you!" on Channel 5 and I am so very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, on this show, the idiots, aka producers, decide who to dare to do weird stunts. Here comes the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to dare people to do stunts? Let me give you the context of the situation. On the show, daredevils are dared to do things like ride a motorbike up a ramp and over a jumbo jet, drive and knock down 9 cars set up in domino formation, crash into cars so that the explode and flip you over them, etc. I find this extremely stupid. Firstly, whats the point of risking your life to jump over a jumbo jet? Imagine the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Grand pa? What was your job when you were young?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: I was a stuntman.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: What do stuntmen do?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Well basically, ma boy, we ride motorcycles up ramps so that we can jump over big jumbo jets.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Won't you die?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Yap.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Then why do ya want to do it?&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: Cus it makes me famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So risking your life doing stupid things with no significance is fun? Even 4 year old kids know the difference. Tell a 4 year old kid to ride a bike over a ramp onto another ramp and he will say: "NO." The reason is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, its not like since you jump a few ramps, you become super famous. Come on, jumping ramps isn't even cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who RISKED THEIR LIVES to fly over fire, into fire, crashing into walls etc are not even well known for what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the irony in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay I want to die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RfOOdmnSbgI/AAAAAAAAACg/NVNlq7Nl1gQ/s1600-h/ramp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RfOOdmnSbgI/AAAAAAAAACg/NVNlq7Nl1gQ/s320/ramp1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040529047190400514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-826068247132701133?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/826068247132701133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=826068247132701133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/826068247132701133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/826068247132701133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RfOOdmnSbgI/AAAAAAAAACg/NVNlq7Nl1gQ/s72-c/ramp1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4054139252110576221</id><published>2007-03-10T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:43:54.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of post PI celebs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1: Bowling--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw me, I'm only a sponge. Really! AAhhhhhhhh...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen Tong's under crotch ball throw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fantastic score of 0 0 0 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats so fun about watching people eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Birthday celebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the highest card! YEHH. Huh? Does that mean i get to eat an oreo? YAY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. This oreo tastes like...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3879.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPB 07!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y280/osapapa92/IMG_3774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper post next time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4054139252110576221?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4054139252110576221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4054139252110576221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4054139252110576221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4054139252110576221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures-of-post-pi-celebs-part-1.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-674810017179962144</id><published>2007-03-05T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:12:36.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh crap crap crap. My blog is getting sooo dead. Gwah... Not good not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI07 was a blast! After all the hardwork I put in, staying back almost EVERYDAY after CCA and going back only at 8 to get killed by my parents, it was nice to see all the deco look soo good. Too bad my name wasn't mentioned, but shit am i proud of myself. This has inspired me to be part of the exco! Shit I must work hard towards that aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PI celebration was the shit man. Bowling at bukit batok civil service club thing and burn $9 in my pocket even though i threw tons of gutters. Then dinner followed by bday celebs. February and March babies. WAIT. THATS ME! OOOHHH. We were supposed to pick an Oreo. If its normal Oreo. Good. If its not, its toothpaste. ahahahah. But i got lucky. YEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, off to LAN with sikai, xiang peng, justin, isaac, luwei, yuda and ashraf. Everyone played dota except luwei and yuda and ashraf. I randomed Riki. Then I got killed twice by justin. Then i ownd the game. YEHHH. Was quite happy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets enjoy a comic then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RewJAoxRqpI/AAAAAAAAACU/D59FrHkBxyo/s1600-h/calvin+and+hobbes+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RewJAoxRqpI/AAAAAAAAACU/D59FrHkBxyo/s320/calvin+and+hobbes+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038411989669489298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Jagg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-674810017179962144?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/674810017179962144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=674810017179962144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/674810017179962144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/674810017179962144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-crap-crap-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RewJAoxRqpI/AAAAAAAAACU/D59FrHkBxyo/s72-c/calvin+and+hobbes+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-496242585442471958</id><published>2007-02-24T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:59:48.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. My blog has been *gasp* dead! For like a week! Lets hope I can remember enough to tell you about what has been happening since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day sucks/sucked. I go to my father's mother's cousin's (grandcousin's?) house, which we call "commonwealth uncle" because well, he lives in the commonwealth. So we sit on the sofa. And then we stone. My grand godfather tries to start a conversation with us, but it usually just ends after 1 or 2 sentences. Seriously. Theres nothing much to say/do, besides watching Austin Powers strip off his clothes to kill the female robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go to my father's godmother's son's (grandgodmother's son's?) house. Except that my grandgodmother has already passed away. But thats not the point. This place is also a difficult place to start a conversation. Because everybody is talking about grown up stuff. So I have no idea whats happening. I just drink my coke and eat koropok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go to my grandmother's house for dinner. Okayy. This is quite fun. Because all my father's side cousins are there. And they're quite fun people. But we went there late. So by the time we finished our dinner, they were about to leave already. At least we cracked a few jokes and talked abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day is more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's side reunion, where my mother and my auntie will crack lame jokes, after that to my father's friends place where I play with his son's Xbox 360. He has gears of war. Thats extremely fast man. EXTREMELY. Then back home to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day we didn't do anything. Alright man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in the afternoon some visitors and thats that larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school for another hectic 3 day week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah. Ramming PI work like crazy, but yet still getting homework done. Am I imba or what? Stayed back till like 9 on thursday for rehearsal. Then went back HOME for dinner. hehe. But I love the prefects. Its like they are hardworking yet funny/goofy in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got fever on Friday. Thanks to a certain SUNG MING. Bastard go sit beside me when you kena fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday morning 11am-630pm is PI rehearsal and chionging for the decor! YAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weeks even better.&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Chinese CCT, training and XingMin Sec Investiture AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- 3k heats, SMP meeting with mentor and PI rehearsal AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- PI and training AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- nothing YET.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- nothing YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet they'll fill up. Decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets push for PI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-496242585442471958?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/496242585442471958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=496242585442471958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/496242585442471958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/496242585442471958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg_24.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6251166927438648818</id><published>2007-02-17T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:56:54.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people spend so much money on various stuff like clothes, jewelery, etc? Heres what I think about them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara clothes- normal cotton clothes with a label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi jeans- normal jeans with a label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taka handbag- Piece of cow skin with a handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive earrings- Pieces of stone with gloss and put on little metal pieces to insert into your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive high heeled shoes- Small teeny weeny piece of cow skin/ cloth with this stick to make you seem taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond ring- ring of metal with a tiny rock that was dug out from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeweled belt- piece of cow skin with rocks on them that no-one will probably see unless you tuck in your shirt, and when you brush against another guy, the rocks will fall off the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foie gras- small piece of veg with this teeny piece of goose liver. Think of the goose, it was force fed a week before it was slaughtered to bring you the small piece of its liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather caps- Small piece of material that covers your head from the sun, but also pressure cooks your head so that you brain fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose- Red coloured flower with thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Liquid you get after people step on grapes then stuff them inside bottles then let them rote for billions of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont waste your money&lt;br /&gt;I always try to get the cheapest things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6251166927438648818?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6251166927438648818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6251166927438648818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6251166927438648818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6251166927438648818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-do-people-spend-so-much-money-on.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4693468517331934831</id><published>2007-02-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:45:48.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg cool day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning Moor wins talentime. I won't say I expected us to win, 'cause Anzhen seems quite slacker, etc but this really changed everything. Damn I should have joined talentime but i didn't 'cause so few of my friends were joining. I should have! Rrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had philo test. It was QUITE okay larh. I knew the majority of the questions. But kinda spoilt my mood for gng back to nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to nanyang with kenneth goh and a few other nanyang faggots. Some henry parkers were on the bus oso. People like avinash, tuck whye, shawn tay. Reached nanyang, then I pang sei-ed all the nanyang pple! I went to serene centre HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go macs at serene centre, share lame shit jokes, etc, etc. Then walked to nanyang, discovered that we were still not let inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part pisses me off quite abit. Why are we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; let inside? Your reasons are that we will disturb the curriculum of the students, but seriously, who in their right mind will be wanting to study on the last day of school before the new year? Which teachers would be wanting to teach seriously on the last day of school before the new year?Also, the last time we were studying at nanyang, the last day of school before the new year was used for spring cleaning. So WHATS THE POINT in not letting us in. We should organise a sit-in with the experts in sitting-in HCI someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go back coro, then at 130 go back nanyang. Man, nanyang hasn't changed even a single little itty bit. All's still the same, except that the staff room security is tighter. Grr. Was asked to go to the hall to see the teachers, but we got scammed. Only saw Ms Mok, so rammed her with all the oranges, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing to do, so went to orchard. Lol, was supposed to go watch movie with the ex nanyang pple, but pang sei-ed them again and went with B to see G. Wah crap the next 4 hours was a waste of my life, except that I managed to meet some of Gs friends. How can people go shopping aiming to waste money?? They're quite cool pple. Then G rips out notes from her wallet like free liddat and manages to treat me, B and her friend to dinner. omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4693468517331934831?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4693468517331934831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4693468517331934831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4693468517331934831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4693468517331934831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-cool-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-76452346964550757</id><published>2007-02-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:57:57.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit]&lt;br /&gt;I really thought of you as my best best friend. I wonder if i was that to you as well. Why did I even group with you in the first place? I really thought that we would get along really well. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder. Now that we're in the same class for the very same time, I see so many parts of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give my life to save yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so so so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something not right with my life now but I don't know what it is.  Every "fuck you" I hear when I warn someone about breaking the rules makes me want to rethink my stand towards rule-breakers. Should I be a real slack prefect, should I be a slack at times but strict at times prefect, or should I just be a strict prefect? Everyone aims to be the 2nd kind, but when you are slack at  times, who takes you seriously? Everyone is just out there to make your life harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was still a normal guy, a normal rule-breaker, a care-free person , then I wouldn't be so worried about being a role-model, etc. Then I think about what I've gone through to BE a prefect and I'm proud of everything I've gone through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings have been betrayed once again. I wonder if its because of my bo-chup attitude that I always get betrayed. It was something so tiny, but it really showed so much. One of the people so important to me! One of my best friends. Makes me want to rethink who are and who aren't my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a friend not care about your views?&lt;br /&gt;Would a friend care only about himself?&lt;br /&gt;Would a friend give no respect?&lt;br /&gt;Would a friend think he's always right?&lt;br /&gt;Would a friend use his strength to shut you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I feel so hurt. But am I really a good friend? Gotta rethink my stand towards friendship again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd am i emo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RdCAUDmCnvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DTOOZ0BMHTU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RdCAUDmCnvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DTOOZ0BMHTU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030661865823444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a cute bastard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-76452346964550757?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/76452346964550757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=76452346964550757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/76452346964550757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/76452346964550757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-feeling-so-so-so-very-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RdCAUDmCnvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DTOOZ0BMHTU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-1996170038331533874</id><published>2007-02-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:36:31.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Muslim food stall in the canteen is superb. Why didn't I know of this earlier?? Woahhh, I think I'll eat it everyday in school rrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-1996170038331533874?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/1996170038331533874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=1996170038331533874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1996170038331533874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/1996170038331533874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/muslim-food-stall-in-canteen-is-superb.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2554796279817038447</id><published>2007-02-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:25:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. the drinks stall is damn pro. At the one and only RI drinks stall, you can buy a cup of milo for 60 cents, with free 20 ice cubes. Sounds like a great deal? The catch is that, the 20 free ice cubes are IN WITH the milo. So essentially you are paying 60 cents for a 4 mouthfuls of milo, and 20 ice cubes. Superb deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should name it "Ice Dispenser".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2554796279817038447?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2554796279817038447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2554796279817038447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2554796279817038447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2554796279817038447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg_05.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7708777573671494871</id><published>2007-02-04T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:26:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. This has GOT to be one of the worst days of my LIFE. Guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my right night lens. There goes 275 dollars down the drain. And according to sources, I'll only be getting a new lens in 3 weeks time. This means 3 frigging weeks in my specs! Freak! I'm gonna look like a pile of turd. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting on my right lens. Then my sis called me to help her with something. I don't remember putting the lens into my eye but I also don' t remember NOT putting the lens in my eye. After i helped her, I put on my left lens. Checked that both sides of my eyes were see-able, then went to sleep. This morning, I took off my left lens first, then I pulled my right eye-lid. OMG! NOTHING THERE??!!! F*CKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. I'm damn mother dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7708777573671494871?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7708777573671494871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7708777573671494871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7708777573671494871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7708777573671494871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6239134031991696861</id><published>2007-02-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:18:07.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im ashamed. I haven't been blogging and my blog hits are dropping. Can the people who read my blog help me publicise please? =) Hmm... I've been busy doing unimaginable things. Like for example, studying, reading the chem and bio and physics and maths textbooks, as well as actually conscientiously completing my homework. Aw man my weeks rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday- CCA&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- Gym and prolly RIPB meeting&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- Gym&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Gym and prolly RIPB meeting/ Gym and SMP&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Training&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Hardcore mugging&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Hardcore mugging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not in the B div team. Nabei. Must work hard for the 3 remaining spots. Gwah. This'll be damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting on any muscles lehh. Am still as small as ever. Lemme check my puberty signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Armpit hair- abit&lt;br /&gt;3. Adam's apple- nil&lt;br /&gt;4. Increased appetite- Yep&lt;br /&gt;5. Growth Spurt- Erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion- Im not growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a camera to increase my hits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6239134031991696861?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6239134031991696861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6239134031991696861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6239134031991696861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6239134031991696861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-ashamed.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8363012906066831479</id><published>2007-01-29T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:49:03.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg omg omg omg omg. The new field is going to be handed to the school soon! This means no more training at "phwucky" Braddel West Swamp/Ocean/Desert/Tundra/Shit thing. I feel so happy. I think now's the time to buy new boots. But... we must still reminisce about how much the field has given to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, after the "Joel kicks balls into CHIJ glass" incident, we were exiled to train in the place now known as Braddel West Swamp. At first, it wasn't too bad. We were just supposed to train there on Wednesdays. The field was green as grass, with little to no mud. A big patch of sand pot-marked the middle of the field. When it rained however, the sandpits swelled and formed large "lakes", which were a source of enjoyment by sadistic tacklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, and the school decided to renovate the fields. We were doomed to stay in the swamp for the next half a year. =( That wasn't so bad at the time. I mean, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad.. slowly however, the constant plowing of the blades of our rugby boots on the field left unerasable marks. The holes became wider, the SOIL became greener, the grass became dead-er, and the mud became more abundant. By 2007, the field was no more a field, but more of a shithole. The basketballers slowly left the flooded basketball fields as their new basketball courts had been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 however, a big incident occurred. A motherly frog decided to go hop hop hop into the middle of the field, and lay its eggs into one of the puddles of water. Nature prevailed against the raffles ruggers, and the eggs hatched into cute little tadpoles despite the constant crushing and rucking and tackling and stamping and plowing on the field. Husaini, the protector of the tadpoles, however, was unable to protect the tadpoles, and this caused a widespread massacre of tadpoles by Saiful and Lennie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field degraded further, and gradually, the famous Samurai of the "jiang hu"(haha) developed a hate for raffles ruggers thanks to the defiant lennie wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon however, we will be leaving this shithole. Let us say goodbye to the great and awesome shithole Braddel West Lake has provided us with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8363012906066831479?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8363012906066831479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8363012906066831479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8363012906066831479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8363012906066831479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5368596702933718778</id><published>2007-01-26T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:27:51.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>training was crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to more gym and training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5368596702933718778?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5368596702933718778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5368596702933718778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5368596702933718778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5368596702933718778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/01/training-was-crap-i-screwed-up-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3426247159855158020</id><published>2007-01-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:06:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day of coincidences for me again. For those who read my blog often, you should have known about this coincidental day i had not too long ago. But today was really too coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eating lunch at S11,  I met my father. Ok, I didnt meet him, he met me. He was coming to buy nasi lemak for my mom and himself for lunch, when he noticed me and tapped my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Going to Serangoon JC for a match, I meet my cousin, who had Badminton practice. How lucky is that? Considering that when we were warming up, he was warming up. Also, I didn't really know which school he was in so this was quite a surprise. Wahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I was calling my sister to get my dad to fetch me, Lawis and Theodore called me at the same time, forcing me to deal with this hold unhold hold unhold switch unswitch problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 3 times is more then coincidental man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3426247159855158020?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3426247159855158020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3426247159855158020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3426247159855158020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3426247159855158020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-of-coincidences-for-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8402707850905661329</id><published>2007-01-17T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:40:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be talking about OBS, just go check other blogs, or go through it yourself. =) I was in the mobile group if it makes any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sec 2 asked me today if I was really a sec 3. He was eating outside the canteen, guess what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I can never wear shorts from now on ever. Its long pants forever 'cause I'm gonna be a prefect! =) mixed emotions. Its going to be really cool and I'll uphold my duties but the pants are gonna get freaking dirty at the braddell swamp. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why they allow Braddell west lake to be opened. Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the grass and trees and basically everything is overgrown. This includes the buildings, which look as if they are going to collapse with a sneeze. Which breeds many mosquitoes that love sucking us bony dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the field is, well, not a field. Are fields slippery with mud? Do fields have gigantic potholes that collect water when it rains? Do fields give the *phwuck* sound when you throw a ball at it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the overgrown trees are minefields because A**ad and *us*ini likes shitting in them before training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) the drinks guy overcharges the drinks and looks damn pissed even though we are buying from HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) the whole school floods often. yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should get a better field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8402707850905661329?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8402707850905661329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8402707850905661329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8402707850905661329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8402707850905661329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wont-be-talking-about-obs-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6216093178876864442</id><published>2007-01-13T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:51:24.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reighleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Lennie&lt;br /&gt;Shikai&lt;br /&gt;Jie Hao&lt;br /&gt;Isaac&lt;br /&gt;Shuwen&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Kejing&lt;br /&gt;Sampson&lt;br /&gt;Dehong&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Lennard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; instructors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; campsites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; nights in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;days of pure manliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I gained:&lt;br /&gt;Enormous Comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt;Fond memories&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito and Sandfly bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I lost:&lt;br /&gt;The spoilt me&lt;br /&gt;My name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS&lt;br /&gt;live it-hate it&lt;br /&gt;miss it-regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy....&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/33098403-6216093178876864442?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6216093178876864442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6216093178876864442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6216093178876864442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6216093178876864442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2007/01/reighleigh-glenn-joel-lennie-shikai-jie.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8414232145981071962</id><published>2007-01-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:38:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like everyone else. New Year Resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get gold for Napfa (never gotten because of standing broad jumps)&lt;br /&gt;    - Get C/B for standing broad jump&lt;br /&gt;    - A for situps&lt;br /&gt;    - A for pullups&lt;br /&gt;    - A for 2.4&lt;br /&gt;    - C/B for shuttle run&lt;br /&gt;    - A for sit and reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make tons of new friends (Mix in with the mainstreamers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a responsible prefect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't procrastinate (That much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop suan-ing people till they cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Improve my art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn to play a guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Improve my athleticism to get ready for Rugby B div 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do well for RE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Get a 3.9+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP. I'll be aiming for these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8414232145981071962?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8414232145981071962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8414232145981071962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8414232145981071962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8414232145981071962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/like-everyone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7149178110148914704</id><published>2006-12-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:31:30.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that if a teacher/ speaker says the word "cough", at least 5 in everyone listening decides to cough simultaneously? I've thought hard about why this is so, and I have narrowed it down to these reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The word cough makes your throat itchy. Like the word mosquito makes you itchy. But how come EACH time the person says it, people cough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Acting cute/Get attention. Some people just fake this extremely loud cough to make everybody look at them. So that they can give this sheepish look to everyone who looks at them. Except that there are 5 or more act-cute people, and its just not cute 'cause everybody does it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Crowd mentality--&gt; Speaker: "blah blah blah cough.." Guy A: "zomg. My throat feels itchy. *cough*" Guy B: "OMGWTFBBQ. That guy coughed. And he looks damn cool and poser! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; follow.. *hrgh* *cough*" and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) People cough all the time. Just that it feels more apparent to everyone else when the speaker says cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7149178110148914704?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7149178110148914704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7149178110148914704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7149178110148914704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7149178110148914704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-you-ever-noticed-that-if-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-602522633525239013</id><published>2006-12-25T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:37:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas! Just another normal day for me. No gifts, no celebration, and my parent's are going to malaysia for work. Gwah. At least that frees up my day because my parents won't be there to nag me about finishing my book report. I haven't even finished the book and I'm supposed to do this book report that's worth half the CA next year? Man, am I slack or what. I don't even have the frigging instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to rant about the new-age fighting games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In almost EVERY popular fighting game, there's bound to be this female fighter with enormous boobies. Why? To lure young teenage boys like us. I'm not saying that I'm attracted to these, but hey, who isn't? But seriously, its wrong education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, its near pornography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, why would girls with big boobs wear skimpy clothing? So that they can bounce around when they fight? Isn't it rather inconvenient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok look at the examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of Fighters has Mai--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9IOp0XLSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hnc9w_Fyy_0/s1600-h/MaiShiranui01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9IOp0XLSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hnc9w_Fyy_0/s320/MaiShiranui01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012304326867496226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RZULMZ0XLWI/AAAAAAAAABc/mLaUX4ek4U0/s1600-h/MaiShiranui02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RZULMZ0XLWI/AAAAAAAAABc/mLaUX4ek4U0/s320/MaiShiranui02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013926067863760226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her. She's skimpily clad. And she does high kicks for fun! Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capcom has Morrigan--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RZUL5J0XLXI/AAAAAAAAABk/ybZ7a-_25Ew/s1600-h/230px-Morrigan%28Darkstalkers%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 193px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RZUL5J0XLXI/AAAAAAAAABk/ybZ7a-_25Ew/s320/230px-Morrigan%28Darkstalkers%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013926836662906226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is from wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's supposed to be the answer to Mai's boobs. But wait. Why are games competing for popularity with BOOBS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead or Alive has, well, all the girls, which I won't bother posting here&lt;br /&gt;Dead of Alive is well, mainly about the boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even freaking Mortal Kombat has Sonya and Sheeva--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9Kwp0XLUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-Af3OkZqBp4/s1600-h/Sonya_P2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9Kwp0XLUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-Af3OkZqBp4/s320/Sonya_P2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012307110006304066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9K6Z0XLVI/AAAAAAAAABE/jRbQnV8jCC8/s1600-h/Sheeva_P2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9K6Z0XLVI/AAAAAAAAABE/jRbQnV8jCC8/s320/Sheeva_P2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012307277510028626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Not very attractive. But still?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-602522633525239013?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/602522633525239013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=602522633525239013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/602522633525239013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/602522633525239013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-just-another-normal-day-for_24.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RY9IOp0XLSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hnc9w_Fyy_0/s72-c/MaiShiranui01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-146617969857503427</id><published>2006-12-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:48:30.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wishlist for 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is kind of early, but its like near the new year so I gotta plan what I want to get for myself the next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- iPod nano (I need an MP3..)&lt;br /&gt;- New bag (My bag is tearing everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;- Dri-fit Jersies (Those with the jersey material feel gooood)&lt;br /&gt;- Branded Tees (Ripcurl, Billabong, Quiksilver)&lt;br /&gt;- Comic books (Foxtrot, Calvin and Hobbes, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;- More Jeans (I have 1 pair of jeans. 1!)&lt;br /&gt;- Boardshorts (Can't get enough of them)&lt;br /&gt;- Good books (I have no idea which books are good)&lt;br /&gt;- Better computer games (I got no computer games on my computer now besides counterstrike and vba. I deleted warcraft..)&lt;br /&gt;- Byford undies! (Super comfy!)&lt;br /&gt;-Cool toys (model sets, lego, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lots and lots more friends. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-146617969857503427?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/146617969857503427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=146617969857503427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/146617969857503427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/146617969857503427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishlist-for-2007-i-know-this-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7457919811746664168</id><published>2006-12-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:30:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to David's house to discuss our SMP as well as to hit the gym. Guess what? I almost died thanks to his freaking bed. His pillow is a freaking mine field! Before I went there, all was fine and dandy. After sitting on his bed for a while, my eyes became damn itchy and i started sneezing like crazy. The itch was like something was in my eye, so I kept rubbing it again and again. I continued rubbing it all the way home, and as a result, I couldn't wear my night lenses. Today... I'm as blind as a bat and I am forced to wear a pair of glasses that makes me look like a fag. And, my eyes are still red and blood shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't sleep on David's minefield of a pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what we did during the chalet, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, for the first time in my entire life, the area around my house floods. Considering that it never ever flood there before, we can deduce that the rain was fagging heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what could we do? We couldn't go to the beach etc etc. So we stayed inside and played Halo2. I think Halo2 is damn hard compared to Halo. 'Cause in Halo, you have a heat sensor, whilst in Halo2, you have a motion sensor. This means--&gt; you can't see campers in your radar. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a water bomb fight in the swamp at the back of the chalet. We spent like half and hour filling the bombs, and about 5 minutes to throw them all. At least it was fun while it lasted.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue time! Except that I didn't have butter, etc. etc, which caused me to be extremely jagged! Urhh. But everything was sorted out in the end. And thanks to Xue Wen for trying out the shitted foods, to see if it was raw or not. HAHA. Continued to play xbox after this... At about 12, we cleared up everything at closed the curtains, 'cause the chalet had this stupid rule that only 2 adults and 2 children may stay in the chalet overnight. What kind of stupid rule is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you were planning a class chalet or a gathering with your friends, since you are all of the same age, does that mean that only 2 people can stay?&lt;br /&gt;2) The chalet is small, but for 4 people only? Thats a waste of space.&lt;br /&gt;3) You mean you got to book 2 chalets if a family of 6 is going for a family outing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of myself. I didn't sleep for the whole night after ingesting 2 cans of coffee. Not bad for a beginner like myself. =)) Played alot of bluff. Even though I bluffed a chee lot, I DIDN'T EVEN WIN EVEN ONCE! wtf man. totally. How can one be so unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out, discovered there were still lots of drinks left, went straight home, went to sleep. Yep. That concludes the class chalet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-7457919811746664168?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7457919811746664168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7457919811746664168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7457919811746664168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7457919811746664168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-i-went-to-davids-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-4874582177867892754</id><published>2006-12-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:43:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class chalet was a well... success and failure. I kept on imagining us having fun during our last moments together as a class 2K, in which as many people as possible would attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successes:&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was booked and food and drinks prepared&lt;br /&gt;    - A great achievement compared to last year, since we did not even have a chalet last year.     Many times were arranged for us to buy food, discuss stuff etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invites accepted by teachers etc.&lt;br /&gt;    - I never thought that the teacher's would come to our chalet. Damn sad that Mr Ong and Mr Tan couldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures:&lt;br /&gt;Bbq pit, etc&lt;br /&gt;    - First bbq organisation in my life. I didn't know we needed fire starters, margarine, thongs, coal thongs, etc etc. Damn cheem. In the end, Ms Quah and MS Kong had to buy for us..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy attendance&lt;br /&gt;    - This really pissed me off. I mean, we spend our time calling you to come, and we spend so much effort organising the chalet, and you don't want to come? Waste of effort seh. Waste of MONEY seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size of the chalet&lt;br /&gt;    - Dammit it was frigging small. Very thin.. And it had 2 beds. Not saying that we were going to sleep, just saying that it was freaking small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather&lt;br /&gt;    -Of all the days to flood, the gods chose yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post sometime later about what we DID in the chalet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-4874582177867892754?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/4874582177867892754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=4874582177867892754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4874582177867892754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/4874582177867892754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/class-chalet-was-well.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-8419282515849086017</id><published>2006-12-16T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:29:34.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of my busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eragon was pretty cool I thought. But I haven't read the book. So can't say much. I mean Death Note seems so pro to the uninitiated. But after you read the manga, you'll understand that the movie freaking sucks. Few complains though.&lt;br /&gt;1)Why does Saphira have freaking feathers? She looks like this bird with scales! She really has them. At the back of the wings, They're arranged like those bird wings. Lemme find a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RYP_IZ0XLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j0voJCAOk4/s1600-h/eragon_16_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RYP_IZ0XLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j0voJCAOk4/s320/eragon_16_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009127730400668930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the wings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RYP_Up0XLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/StgMLjKIu2k/s1600-h/secretary-bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RYP_Up0XLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/StgMLjKIu2k/s320/secretary-bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009127940854066450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Freaking same kind of arrangement for wings!! Dragons= Birds with leather wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How come when Saphira flies up, when she comes down, she's grown like 2x bigger? Must be some growth steroids in the skies. I should go there some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lots of things not explained well. Like, suddenly he sees this bugger staring at him. So he decides to go get his fortune told. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new dog's at my place. This one's called Oreo, and it barks like crazy. But it really loves my family. It jumps and licks and lets you pet it like crazy. I suppose thats why I like it better than Sunny. It's as small as Sunny though. And thats freaking small. But its fat, like David without the nipples. Get the picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-8419282515849086017?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/8419282515849086017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=8419282515849086017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8419282515849086017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/8419282515849086017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-my-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dKIpML-QcFw/RYP_IZ0XLQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j0voJCAOk4/s72-c/eragon_16_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5832937355244348509</id><published>2006-12-13T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:30:31.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David's dog's gone. Its quiet now, i guess. But another dog's coming on Friday. I like this dog better, 'cause its always like looking for attention. Yep. Just came back from buying the chalet stuff. The chalet is frigging expensive, but its going to be great! Its about $10 a person, for an afternoon and night of fun. haha. Not meant in a sick way. But now I'm broke. I've gotta borrow money for the movie tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy day tomorrow. Considering that I'm going for a briefing session or something regarding our foreign buddies from 9-11, after that I'm going to J8 with fats and Erin for Eragon at 1140. After that go Erin house play with her dog haha.I really hope its good. My sister is weird. First she say she wanna go for the movie. Then she say she don't want. Then she say she want. Now she say she don't want. WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin is freaking philosophical. I guess thats where all her free time goes into. I mean, she actually thinks things like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? Is what you want to be when you grow up&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;what you want to be? Or are you just wanting to be that because you can earn alot of money? Thats freaking deep. But its true. I want to be a doctor, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to be something like an artist. Don't laugh. But its quite impossible. 'Cause artists just don't earn much money here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of completing your education? Or, why does Singapore focus so much on education? I feel that actually education is quite useless because you are just completing it for the sake of completing it. Its like just a compulsory stepping stone for you to enter university to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; carry out your dreams. I mean, if you didn't want to be like a doctor or something, whats the point of education? I mean, how many of the grown ups can truthfully say that they used alot of what they learnt in say, primary school, in their jobs? Maybe only the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5832937355244348509?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5832937355244348509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5832937355244348509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5832937355244348509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5832937355244348509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/davids-dogs-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-3241491710405367228</id><published>2006-12-11T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:30:27.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of blogging about my life, how about I blog about something more interesting? My life with David's dog. I mean, the dog makes all the difference. I mean a dog is so freaking interesting right? David's dog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 with David's dog-Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;When I go down to feed it, my mom reveals to me that the maid let it wash the car with her. *gasp* I have absolutely no objections to this. I think its pretty cute. But my mom thinks its a deadly crime 'cause the dog might escape. Can't blame her. Its still so freaking sensitive to touch- meaning that it doesn't let you touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 1- takes few steps back&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 2- tries to bite your hand off&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 3- runs away to hide in some corner of our fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. And it starts thinking whether or not to eat the food. We say "come here come here" then we show it the food. It takes 2 steps forward, then thinks, then retreats back into her corner. GWAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed it an apple and a pear core. I wonder if thats good for it. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, decided to go pet it or something. Sat on this spot. Then I felt that it was wet. I felt the wetness, it was freaking slimy. OMG. The dog peed on the floor. AND I FREAKING SAT ON IT. AHHHH. Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- Monday&lt;br /&gt;Still as sensitive as ever. I mean it doesn't even want to eat from its bowl if you put it near to you. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this heavy storm in the afternoon and it was freaking scared. So it started sticking to me. Ooh. *Warm fuzzy feeling effervesces from the bottom of my stomach*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. Lets see whats going to happen in the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-3241491710405367228?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/3241491710405367228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=3241491710405367228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3241491710405367228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/3241491710405367228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/instead-of-blogging-about-my-life-how.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-5689266705361740851</id><published>2006-12-10T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:21:58.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50th post! Landmark! Never ever thought my blog would survive to this state. Anyways, feel satisfied that I disciplined myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt; to keep my blog alive. haha. Today's post is going to be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm helping David take care of his dog from the 9th to the 12th. His dog has a character completely opposite to him. I mean, what comes to your mind when you think of David? Obviously- Noisy, violent, dumb, fat, etc.  His dog doesn't bark, likes running away, stays in the backyard plotting how to escape from our house and is freaking thin. Seriously, the dog has tried running away over 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, when David was giving us the dog, I walked towards the dog. The dog started running. I followed after it. Then it started running more and more, and ran out of the freaking gate! AAH. Lucky David caught it, and there weren't any stray cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, my father is reading the papers, suddenly he notices the dog near the table. He doesnt know how it happens, so he drives it back into the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time, my father sees that the dog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt; through this small gap in the side sliding door to come into the living room. This great sense of discovery is rather surprising. How can a dog get so smart as to think of squeezing through that small little gap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth time, my maid forgets to close the door. Suddenly the dog chiongs out like a meat tank and darts out of our door. Our gate is open, but luckily we were fast enough and managed to block it from running out of the gate. That was extremely lucky, 'cause a car drove past around the time it darted out of the door. Omg. The dog is freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are almost over! Left like 3 more weeks, and I haven't even finished my qi xia wu yi. SHIIIT. Must start hardcoring it, or else sure cannot make it. Next week is a busy week for me some more:&lt;br /&gt;Monday- free(look after dog)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Lennard's Bdae&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday -Buying chalet food&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Movie with fats and erin&lt;br /&gt;Friday -gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally you give people the benefit of the doubt. But there are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;You buy into many of the things that mainstream society believes, but you're not anybody's fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what Kenneth Koh would get.. he seems an extremely cynical person. Less cynical then my brother however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Rule Venus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/venus.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus is a mysterious, stormy planet - shrouded in a thick layer of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Venus, because you are quite emotional and volatile yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions change as rapidly as the weather on Venus, and both you and the planet are incomprehensible to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are not a logical thinker, you are quite empathetic.&lt;br /&gt;You can care for and understand others, but your emotions swirl too quickly to truly understand yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Venus rock? I hope it is. Its hard to rule a planet if there's nothing to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice doggy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck will say nice doggy before dying. This is freaking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 53% Aries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howariesareyouquiz/aries.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howariesareyouquiz/"&gt;How Aries Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, how come I'm so little Aries when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; an Aries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-5689266705361740851?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/5689266705361740851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=5689266705361740851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5689266705361740851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/5689266705361740851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/50th-post-landmark-never-ever-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-2703642286861877115</id><published>2006-12-08T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:03:17.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played counter-strike today at Shao Chun's house. Haven't played it for quite a long while already. Since the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;time i went to Shao Chun's house. But seriously, before that, I only played when I was what? Primary 4? At that time I got flamed by all my friends 'cause I camped and picked them off from the roof. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point. I'm writing this because I feel that Half-life is completely wasting its potential creating wierd alien games. I mean, which is more interesting to kill- people or aliens. I would say people. I mean aliens are just like bags of juice for you to burst. People, or bots in the case of player vs computer, at least you can like visualise or think "aww that must have hurt". So instead of Half-life 2's mission being to kill various alien bastards, how 'bout a some sort of counterstrike map in which you kill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;with your guns. And for example, you gotta win 26/50 times to complete the level. And just so that people won't be bored, you introduce a new gun every few levels. Seriously, that would freaking rock. And heighten the levels of the freaking bots 'cause their just too freaking dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main &lt;/span&gt;point or objective of going to Shao Chun's house is to gym. However, I shan't elaborate about the gym session. I mean, how exciting can a gym session be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Shao Chun's mom's cooking is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their washing machine is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-2703642286861877115?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/2703642286861877115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=2703642286861877115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2703642286861877115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/2703642286861877115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/played-counter-strike-today-at-shao.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-7829295378683254266</id><published>2006-12-06T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:36:02.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There isn't training today! This makes something bubble from the bottom of my heart, warming my entire being. Not that training &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make you warm, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and dirty, and tired, and wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just that not having training is definitely better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;. Definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Makes me wonder why we don't have training. But nonetheless, we shouldn't question god's miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying at 8 am in the morning. Yeap. Studying. For what? Next year. Not my choice, my father wants me to do pure math so I will understand the lessons better next year. This is rather useless due to certain reasons. Namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who the heck remembers math formulas unless its been thought in class?&lt;br /&gt;for example, If you read in a book that x equals to -b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac divided by 2a, would you remember it if you read it in a book? If you said you would, DONT LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why would you remember what you read unless its reiterated many times?&lt;br /&gt;Again the same thing applies. If I told you a cheem formula once, you definitely wouldn't remember. Therefore reading pure math textbooks= useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you really think that by reading the chi yu shou ce my chinese will get better?&lt;br /&gt;Who really cares/ uses chi yu that are thaught to us in class/ at home/ anywhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HOW THICK ARE OUR FRIGGING TEXTBOOKS?&lt;br /&gt;Again emphasising the point that you can only read it once, so you can't frigging remember. There are like 3 thick textbooks for next year: one physics, one biology and one chemistry. How can you read each more than once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go out today. But I made a mistake of the date. So I'll have to obviously stay at home. Did you know I only started going out by myself when I was in sec 1? Thats freaking freaky. When I was young, I went to my sister's friends' birthday parties and she would come for my friends' birthday parties. Man, I was such a freaking nerd. Now no more I hope. &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/33098403-7829295378683254266?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/7829295378683254266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=7829295378683254266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7829295378683254266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/7829295378683254266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-isnt-training-today-this-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33098403.post-6542540634881362473</id><published>2006-12-02T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:54:46.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you felt something on your back while you were playing the com at night would you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) reach for it and scream&lt;br /&gt;b) look at it after a certain "segment" in the game&lt;br /&gt;c) forget about it until before you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly, I did c. I felt something biting beneath my shirt on my back. Dismissing it as an itch or something, I continued playing the com. It was only after I brushed my teeth, when I was changing my shirt, did I notice this green thing on it. Woah. Can't believe I didn't care/know about it until then. I must be stupid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, me and David made it through the selection test of SMP. Whee. I'll be working hard the whole of next year. Hopefully, just hopefully, David will do the same. Gahaha. But knowing David... and looking and THIS year's RE, hmm... that is a superbly high expectation of David. Lets&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hope &lt;/span&gt;he proofs me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, didn't elaborate on Bangkok girls. One fine morning, we went to the pool for warm-up or something. AND THERE WERE 2 FRIGGING GIRLS SUNBATHING IN G-STRINGS. WOOOOOOOO. In front of a whole frigging pool of sec 2 and sec 3 students. And they stayed there for the whole duration of our warm-up. We just stared at them like idiots larh. Wah seh. But man were they hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33098403-6542540634881362473?l=biq17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/feeds/6542540634881362473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33098403&amp;postID=6542540634881362473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6542540634881362473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33098403/posts/default/6542540634881362473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biq17.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-felt-something-on-your-back.html' title=''/><author><name>biq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13870598293658543663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
