<?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-3058775615905754493</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:03:15.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adjudication</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>385</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4222722228353644826</id><published>2009-02-17T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:26:33.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me on msn if you want to know my new blog address ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;385th post, this blog ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4222722228353644826?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4222722228353644826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4222722228353644826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4222722228353644826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4222722228353644826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-15036859967343345</id><published>2009-02-16T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:33:25.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. I miss 2L, and the people inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeni read my blogposts last night. He didn't get offended. Instead, he tried to understand my way of thinking, before slowly refuting my arguments. And he brought down his point on why my theory is not 100% correct, by focusing on the grey areas of life. And next, he brings in his belief, and we both come to consensus that both parties have reasonable theories but some flaws here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect Leeni. You'll go far in life with that attitude man (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm in 4P. I cannot change that fact. As people change, I must change. One who is not able to adapt to surroundings quickly enough will go extinct. I can no longer have the privillege of free speech and intellectual discussions of that level. I have to be more resilent. I have to be more magnaminous. I have to be more like Leeni, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't as bad as I thought. Although it was quite obvious that people tried to avoid me, I held my temper. And blasted it on VS xD LOL. Sheesh. I got 4/9 for my math test. It turns out that there are WHAT THE HECK 5 answer marks, and because of my first error, they fail me. That's retarded. RI math papers value ANSWERS over METHOD. Wtf la. VS can't explain ANYTHING for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. And physics quiz I got a 9/10. Expected, but definitely not happy. I was careless. I had 10+ 7 more minutes to check and I didn't try to work it out again. I went home to check and found out area does cancel out in the formulas. Haiz. Now I'm one mark behind roys. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol during lunch, Vincent said something funny. I was commenting on how the principal's voice broke since I have never heard a girl zhao xia before. Maybe she had a sore throat or was dehydrated, but uhm... was just quite surprised la. Then Vincent said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls don't break voices, they break hearts". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cool xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The match today was postponed with 9 minutes left. Dotz. Due to lightning and thunder. Everyone played quite badly again. Yeah, partially it was because of the weather. It was a sunshower, so the entire field became like a sauna. A freaking warm, humid sauna. But nevertheless, we could have run faster than that. We are tougher than that. We siege and destroy. For the championship we'd walk through fire and ice as a team, so why give up now? Common Raffles Hockey Warriors DeathlaZers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay dinner, and that's about it for today. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-15036859967343345?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/15036859967343345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=15036859967343345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/15036859967343345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/15036859967343345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-816257852473415028</id><published>2009-02-15T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:41:30.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yudder just called me a galileo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what you said is true, but it's uncomfortable. So people ostracize you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it really is uncomfortable eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks Yudder. For thinking about it thoroughly before starting to hate me for whatever I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still owe an apology to everyone. Because there are some things that were never meant to be said. The big difference between me and a genius is that a genius knows how to keep his mouth shut. I don't. I still have much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another follow up by Yudder though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but i'd like to think that there is at least a part in friendship played by emotion&lt;br /&gt;that u geniunely like the guy, so you hang out with him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need that abstract part of life. For the truth is too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yudder is wise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I decided to put up this topic even. Testing the waters of friendship? Releasing the pressure? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a pretty packed day. I went out for a random lunch. Then went busy bees. Sharon's in the earlier class, wtf? Okay random. Next. I got 36/70 for my compo. PASS!! xD Lol nah it's still bad. But on the good side, I'm writing faster, and my compos are always hitting 1.5k words now. Heheh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I didn't know that one's fitness potential could be measured o_0. I suppose mine would either be very low or very high, since my oxygen intake has to be super efficient with my sinus around. My nose is like, half blocked all the time lol. But then again, I'm perma fat. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Screw this. I'll have to face the consequences of my actions tmr. Chem lab for period 1. DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-816257852473415028?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/816257852473415028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=816257852473415028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/816257852473415028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/816257852473415028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-amused.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3466182562534119619</id><published>2009-02-14T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:37:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll do one final closure post on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory spans from Darwin's theory of evolution. Darwin says "Survival of the fit enough". Since the first ecological system has been created, organisms, species all have lived by this rule, and one of the main integral rule behind the theory is that one does not do an action that does not benefit oneself knowingly. Which means, as I said, motive-action must result always in a gain (in one's knowledge). This is a basic biological rule for any species that continue to live on the face of this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with the modernization of society, this evident fact of survival of the fit enough has been clouded by abstract terms, pulled the hood over our eyes. We believe that this kind of thinking is primitive, this kind of thinking is uncivilized, and we who do not believe in this are modern men. However, there are so many traces of it evidently shown around the world. Politicians fire at each other. At work, people vie for the top positions. In school, people fight for the various accolades. Am I not right to say that the basic principles are still living within each of us, deep within our subconscious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying that our modern, abstract term of "friendship" has value. It is something worth understanding, something worth caring about. But what I have experienced may have been different from you guys. I have been through so much backstabbing here and there that I have delved deeper on understanding betrayal. And hence, I have come to the conclusion that friendship is merely something that has arisen from Darwin's theory of mutualism. It is another layer of mutualism, with much more complex systems, but then it is still mutualism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means I've been thinking myself as an investment by you guys. Now. Investment. How many of you people out there dare say that your parents are raising you not because you're an investment to them? How many of your parents say that when you grow up, you'll have to take care of them? We, in our subconscious minds, view everyone as investments. Likewise, others view us as investments as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view the world like this was a lot of pain for me. It made me think that humans were no different from animals. All we have done was just to pull abstract terms underneath those defining layers of human society. However, it made sense. It made me understand why everyone did what they did. Whenever I am punished, I know it is because I was not a suitable investment. I did not meet up to expectations. I posed as a threat. And that was also my motivation to continue improving myself so that I was a useful enough investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with something everyone should think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lies are our society built upon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we seek the truth in our lives, but when we find out the truth, we choose to shun it away?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that hard to accept the fact that life is like this and live normally?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3466182562534119619?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3466182562534119619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3466182562534119619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3466182562534119619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3466182562534119619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-do-one-final-closure-post-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-9028405800415853389</id><published>2009-02-14T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:02:37.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay Davin. This post solely refutes your arguments, and my apologies for being insensitive. And clarifies further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm before you read all these, I would like to apologize first, before you try to see the reason in whatever I'm going to say. It never helps when you look at reasoning with a closed heart &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say friends are there to carry out each other's burden. Exactly my point. That is mutualism. You have friends to alleviate your problems. At the same time, you alleviate your friend's problems. That is an exchange. The net loss in this equation is definitely on one side. The only reason why you do not see the loss is because there is firm belief that both sides are having a win-win situation, where in actual fact there can never be one. Benefits are always never equal in a long measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to talk to the RA people. That's where your own personality lies. That is completely irrelevant, since you are a guy who knows you can do it on your own and always try to work it out. But then, if you do not know how to solve some things, do you not ask people who are smarter than you? Isn't that a motive itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, you will never do something that does not have an underlying motive, be it consciously or subconsciously. Donating to charity may seem to be charitable, but your motive may be to alleviate your own guilt for not donating. That, by itself is a motive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And further more, you sure you've never neglected your friends? Have you ever experienced yourself continually talking to one friend all of a sudden, but as time passes you talk less and less to him/her? That is because you find yourself having less and less purpose to chat with him/her, no? Isn't that another motive-action example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always read up on Darwin's theory of evolution. I got almost half the basis of my idea from there. It fits perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, guys, I'm sorry if I've offended you guys by using the word "investment" - I realize it is quite extremist to objectify people, to regard people as individual units. But all I can say is, my thinking of the word investments is very different from you guys. Investments to me are things that are important, and they cannot be neglected. They have to be understood well, they have to be taken care of, they must be acknowledged as an integral part in this conglomeration of life. Investments, to me, are not just objects, but what my life is and probably will depend on in the near future. I cannot do without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I use that word is because when I've thought through these topics in sec 2, I was really, really upset. It doesn't help when the people beside you betray you like half the time and then keep smiling at you in class (like some teachers and classmates). It just felt like sometimes when I was needed, I was called up. Otherwise I was just ignored. That was how my entire analogy came about. It gave me a more systematic way to view life, as well as accept how people thought, what they did, and calmed me down. It always helped me when I looked at the big picture. It was a clear way to view life, as compared to an abstract. Remember. People are always seeking to find the order in chaos. So why can't I find the order in my chaotic life? That is the answer I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry to everyone who I have disappointed or upset. But this is how my life has evolved, I have strong beliefs, and I cannot be abstract. I have clearly defined a path of life that has fit perfectly into my calculations, and I have not gone wrong yet. That is where the foundation of my faith comes from. The prediction of human behaviour by observing trends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I apologize, but this is my belief. If there's anything you want to blame it on, just blame it on my background. Helps a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and anon. Define success. I haven't had a single failure with this theory of mine yet. I am not establishing selfishness. As I said, it may seem selfish, but in actual fact it is just however you live your lives, just laid out, stripped bare, with all the abstracts removed and the main infrastructure remaining. And yeah, my apologies to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and Davin. Some other guy in class thinks almost the same way as me. Would you oust him too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I think I've posted enough of this topic. Now onto today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PIANO AT RGS SUCKS. THE F SHARP KEY TWO OCTAVES FROM THE BOTTOM IS STUCK. -_-" the sound is damn weird, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYA meeting was draggy. We were late, and it dragged on. I guess my slides weren't prepared that well after all. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I should really skip whatever happened at vivo. It's... just weird. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm apart from that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-9028405800415853389?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/9028405800415853389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=9028405800415853389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9028405800415853389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9028405800415853389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-davin.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4919107386534768993</id><published>2009-02-13T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:15:35.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol anyway here's just a clarification of my post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that only I do it. Everybody does it subconsciously. Davin, if you don't, then tell me the reason why you avoid from talking to people like Kenneth Lim. It's because he will be more of a burden than help. And the only reason you'll teach him will be because subconsciously, you know that doing so will refresh your memory, and at the same time appear helpful. Lol you may say that you don't do it consciously, but subconsciously you'll do it. We aren't on the top of the food chain by doing things that have no benefit to us you know. Every action must be beneficial, simply speaking a give and return thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a bad thing. Looking at relationships as investments are never bad, since they're true anyway. They're just very direct, something which people like to shun away from. You can keep lying to yourself, but if you can find a situation where you do something not for a return effect, just tell me. I'll refute everything. You can't go against a law of nature that has brought you to where you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, probably will post later. Have to go to RGS to do my stupid IYA presentation now. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4919107386534768993?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4919107386534768993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4919107386534768993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4919107386534768993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4919107386534768993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol-anyway-heres-just-clarification-of.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6455995813577764849</id><published>2009-02-13T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:06:15.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning had history test. Was quite okay. I guess. Should be able to 4.0 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then assembly was just fail. I suppose it was entertaining though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS was quite okay. The UN are quite an upset, considering the amount of money spent on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philo was just weird. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles trail for science club. Was pretty much a blast. Super fun lol. The sec 1's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for the RJ astro club first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol met aaron and imbas there. Then had the meeting. Then they had introduction. Lol I just said I was sec four. Then everyone laugh. Lol. :D quite amusing actually. Everyone was so serious there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay more importantly, I was looking at the programmes in JC. Saw Huiyao's application sheets. There were so many. And I saw the requirements - sec 3 and 4 results must be submitted. I don't know what to do. I feel disappointed. It's a huge blow. I'm utterly disappointed at myself. How much am I missing out? And how much will I miss out as a result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to the trail. (I ponned halfway for the astro thingey) Lol. Tee created an explosion in the lab. First time in my life I've seen an actual explosion lol. He added water to the elephant toothpaste mixture, before adding hydrogen peroxide. Then when the foam was rising, he threw in a lighted splint. Boom. Explosion, and me, Kang and Tee's shirt (lol, tee's shirt) got stained with IODINE. Luckily I managed to quickly wash it off. Lol Jlim told us off for it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, how it works is like this. It is the same principle as pouring water on burning wax. When you have a fuel source, and a sufficiently large enough fire, when the fire comes in contact with the water the water will vaporize. In our case, the water which was added rose together with the foam up the tube, and when the lighted splint was thrown down it was ignited by the product oxygen to a bigger flame, and that instantly vaporized the water. When water turns to steam, its volume expands a thousand fold. The oxygen and foam, which were less dense than the water rose up faster than the water and hence, when the water evaporated, was blown out violently. Coupled with the fact that oxygen was on the outer side of the explosion cloud, the whole thing was a fireball. Luckily none of us got burnt. Bad mattie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Uhm and here Gratz to Yudder who got 2nd for 1500m freestyle! Well done la (: And gratz on getting into swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now emo topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not about Vday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that no matter how hard I try, eventually the only person you can count on in this world is yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I actually realized this in sec 2. But I've tried so hard to try to accustom myself to others. It's so uncharacteristic of me. But then I get my self esteem lowered, I get used, I get made fun of. It sounds pathetic? Just try. Try and see if you live a life knowing what everyone is thinking, but not knowing to respond to how they think. And if you tell them you know what they're thinking, they get offended. I guess that's something that can never be predicted. I can know all the psychology in the world, but not erratic behavior. It's frustrating, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I posted this up already (maybe three or four times?) but it's really reiterating in my life. Friends are nothing but investments. When they give you happiness, you keep them. When they piss you off, you just dump them. It's all about how much benefit you gain out of it. It's just that nobody realizes it. You help friends so that they will help you in the future. You help friends so that other people will believe you are kind and caring. Simply put, you never do something without anything in return. It's so blindingly obvious, but everyone chooses to look the other way. Ignorance is bliss. So was the life before the french revolution began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I got selected to go for emcee training. Like o_0 me an emcee wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I shall post about Vday. It's weird, but i'll decide to spend my vday this year on the things that are important to me in life now, unlike last year, which was horribly wasted on someone else -_-". Vday is so superficial. What, you mean you love for a day only? Is it an occasion where you decide to let go that burst of emotions and then subside, recede? Please. Spare me. If you truly love someone, you don't love them only on vday. It's just some excuse of a day to hang out with people you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Everything is piling up on me. But I know I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6455995813577764849?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6455995813577764849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=6455995813577764849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6455995813577764849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6455995813577764849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-pretty-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2295679237357380044</id><published>2009-02-12T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:58:58.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FAT. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah anyway. Chinese and math lesson were like nothing (chinese lesson was basically no lessons, just solving the problems of our class) and math lesson was, YESS NO TEACHER xD loL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then came down to PE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won 2 - 0 against Ted's team. But then, I played like shit. Especially shit today. No idea why. I couldn't get my timing right. Bryan scored both since I did an ASSIST lol xD Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next match against Bryce's team was screwed up. I think I played fairly okay. Although I did screw up more than usual. I lost the ball twice on my own, and I didn't run fully back to defend. Which shows I'm quite crappy in fitness. Haiz. And there was this one on one with Bryce at the start. I should have gotten that one in... it was obviously my mistake to run head on against him. Damn how to not succumb to pressure. But eh yeah we had quite a lot of chances. Choo nvm la. I suppose we all have our bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then CLE - Lol TKY was asking us on "what is life?". I mean, with such a philosophical question, wtf are you supposed to answer. I was thinking about stuff and then said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a death march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds totally emo. But it's the truth. We walk on even though we know what awaits us is death. Your determination to overcome obstacles (your thirst, your tiredness) determines how far you go on the journey of life before you drop dead. Most people walk to a point and say, hey there's no point in moving on further, we're doomed anyway. Then they stop. That's how far they go. But some people move on further. Every step does not mean being closer to the end, but how they have surpassed others and gone ahead, breaking new ground which no other people have stepped on before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_0 okay I suppose that's enough elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bio was just a new topic. And I was really sleepy. Haiz. I think Jlim's impression on me is like negative infinity now la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim carn! I did 50m freestyle today. Originally supposed to have 100m breaststroke, but then the events damn lag, so postponed. Lol my 50m freestyle timing improved by 2 secs even though I didn't swim for an entire year o_0. 33 secs wootz. xD BUT NOOOO JERRY DID 30.51. Ownage. Damn I think he's the only non-swimmer/polo faster than me. But maybe I'm wrong as usual. Ah whatever. LOL He beat Ryan Goh the poloist -_- and I tied with Ryan Goh (he's 33 secs as well, but I'm not sure about the millisecs). Lol la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for hockey training for half an hour. So useful right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, you can just think how tired I am now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn there's still history test tmr to study for. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monosyllabic is an irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2295679237357380044?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2295679237357380044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2295679237357380044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2295679237357380044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2295679237357380044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5832110132814807345</id><published>2009-02-11T04:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:01:21.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay anyway. Second post for today, since I'm bored. Koped from benjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your playlist on shuffle, and for every question click next. Make sure you don't cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;借口 - jay Chou. (o_0 wtf. No, I am clear about my sexuality. No excuses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Check Yes Juliet - we the kings (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do people feel when they’re around you?&lt;br /&gt;龙战骑士 - Jay Chou (Lol everyone feels like dragon knights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe your current relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Fly away - F.I.R. (Lol getting further...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where would you like to be now?&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand - simple plan (Aww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How do you feel about love?&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable - westlife (Whoa. o_0 what a nice one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What’s your life like?&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clean - Utada Hikaru (YEAH I WISH MAN :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you ask if you only had one wish?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody - Wondergirls (Holy o_0 am I that emo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If someone says “Is this okay?”, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one - Daniel bedingfield (o_0 utter randomness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson (I'm a revolutionist?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;River flows in you - Yiruma (... I like the river) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder - Boys like girls (Lol no I'm not that angry xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Apologize - One republic (Either I am too much of an apologist or I need to apologize a lot o_0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - Usher (LOL. WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Crushcrushcrush - Paramore (Oh dear.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;一千年以后 - JJ Lin ( I'll give you the answer a thousand years later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - The click five (What's the problem xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Superman (it's not easy) -Five for fighting (Lol maybe tough, but superman? o_0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Canon in D - Pachelbel (o______________0 go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard of broken dreams - greenday (Wah. Shattered. Sobsob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What will you dance to during your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Mirotic - DBSK (LOL WTF NO WAY MAN. HOW WILL YOU EVER DANCE LIKE THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes - Kelly Clarkson (Eh..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Maria - 200 pounds beauty ost (LOL OVERWEIGHT PEOPLE RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secrets - The all american rejects (No, I don't gossip. -_0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Built to last - Melee (Ha. If only. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yep I'm utterly bored. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5832110132814807345?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5832110132814807345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5832110132814807345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5832110132814807345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5832110132814807345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5228951417227680792</id><published>2009-02-11T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:12:48.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Utmost dosage of random jokes. Look at Choo's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today. Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things I remember vividly was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math lesson, where I was struggling to get stuff. I'm quite weak in trigo. Dang. I think by the time I reach differentiation and integration I'll die like some 0_o. Dotz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, where I finished the test faster than Bryan. DUDE IT WAS SO SIMPLE WTF I STUDIED BUOYANT FORCE FOR NOTHING. And to think I was panicking as well. Argh. Sometimes I should get my priorities right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE. We, or at least I hope, didn't screw up. Minjian being Minjian, comes in after playing bridge, without preparation, and thinks he can do a splendid job. He fails. Sad to say. I guess I could have done better on my part too - if I had studied Minjian's part I could probably have answered some of the questions Law shot at us. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the hockey AGM. Choo is now in charge of the development of C div. Like whoa. Imba. Fitness will own lol. *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay other than that, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR SOCCER TMR. CHOO. MAKE SURE THE PLACE YOU STAND IS CLEAR EH ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more mistakes, look ahead and go for goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5228951417227680792?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5228951417227680792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5228951417227680792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5228951417227680792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5228951417227680792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/utmost-dosage-of-random-jokes.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7094679462660734567</id><published>2009-02-10T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:51:06.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a failure speaking randomly reiterating whatever happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail physics. Test is tmr, I can't do so many questions. I flail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my lead on the math teacher in class. I flail. And slowly lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese flails miserably as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On overall, I am flailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IYPT was just flail. Walked to J8 to buy tamiya cars but couldn't find one with a suspension system. Flail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have a nice 1200 fps vid of a lighter starting up. You can actually see the spark hitting the gas then bursting into flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall. Flail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 o'clock,  3 o'clock, 10 o'clock. What time should it be now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7094679462660734567?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7094679462660734567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7094679462660734567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7094679462660734567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7094679462660734567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2294049680226180837</id><published>2009-02-09T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:22:19.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just failed my bio and math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math - I wrote out the equation on my paper, then forget to square one of the terms. And it was a long question... so I lost 3 marks. Out of 9. That's 66%. GG. I'm sure la. One stupid, random and gay mistake cost me my full marks. I'm fail. FAIL. FAIL. I think was probably because of the ammonia before the test. Head was groggy. BUT WTHECK, I still failed. Choo you can stop suanning me. I teach you and I fail and you beat me. Back to square one. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Sucks. Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's game was quite badly played. Despite the fact that we won 3 - 0. Haiz. Where has that motivation to win gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go study for my physics test now. And history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so screwed up sometimes. How will I ever change this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2294049680226180837?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2294049680226180837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2294049680226180837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2294049680226180837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2294049680226180837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-failed-my-bio-and-math-test.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-8120948071440677444</id><published>2009-02-08T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T04:31:55.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I feel random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this morning, all I did was stone on the com since 8.30, and watch the screen going "ka-blink!". I think more than 20 people were asking me questions. Bio and Math. O: well at least I could answer all of them. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the afternoon, I fell asleep. As usual. Like a neko. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then busy bees. I failed my compo. 34/70. Can't help it, the highest mark given was 39/70. Lol. FAILFAILFAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. But then again, I suppose I really deserve to fail. My chinese sucks. Seek to improve! And the one I wrote today took me 1hr 30 mins. Which is quite fail. Argh. I need to speed up my writing as well. And stop pen twirling (while failing) xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody in my family so adamant about their mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway. Lyrics as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built to last - Melee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places,&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose smile makes me feel I've been holding back,&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends saw from the start.&lt;br /&gt;So why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa yeah, now look where we are.&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no escaping it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the hills that night with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;You and I were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are the sun in my universe,&lt;br /&gt;considered the best when we've felt the worst&lt;br /&gt;and most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really great song... as well as the one yesterday. Go listen when you guys have the free time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-8120948071440677444?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8120948071440677444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=8120948071440677444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8120948071440677444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8120948071440677444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5682840868829667540</id><published>2009-02-07T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:49:03.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was weird. I screwed up for practice. Tried to correct my mistakes. Then during the game I scored twice. The coach looked pissed. If the above premises are true, then I inferentially conclude that I pissed the coach of because he doesn't like the fact that I scored. Neither do I, since those goals weren't exactly the best. Damn. I need to improve more. Especially my footwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And we got our jerseys today. I'm no. 7. Lol. In sec 2 I was no.5 I think. Gah. But the shirt looks weird. I'm sure the adidas logo is right at the neck. -_-" Quite fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The rest of the day was horribly spent. I came home, ate lunch, and SLEPT. Ugh. I can't believe it. Then woke up 3 hours later. Decided to study for my 4 upcoming tests next week. I don't even remember anything for history or bio lol. So yeah I did math and bio. Was relatively okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out for some dinner to celebrate my grandma's birthday. Lol. Somehow it feels very very weird. I can't find a level to talk to with my cousins. It's quite hard when nobody understands you most of the time. Sigh. I must learn to talk on a conversational level more. Being too intellectual gets you ousted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And my chinese sucks. I asked some china person where is the 茅厕. LOL. Then she was laughing as she pointed me the direction. That term is only used in ancient China so yeah nowadays nobody uses it anymore. Hence, I made a fool out of myself. As usual. The appropriate word would be 洗手间。 Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL. FAIL. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Okay. I feel random, so I decide to post up song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel Bedingfield - If you're not the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do "Check yes Juliet" Tmr. Or "Built to last". I'm looping them -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5682840868829667540?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5682840868829667540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5682840868829667540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5682840868829667540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5682840868829667540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3689085398724819873</id><published>2009-02-07T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:16:13.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was weird. I screwed up for practice. Tried to correct my mistakes. Then during the game I scored twice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3689085398724819873?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3689085398724819873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3689085398724819873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3689085398724819873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3689085398724819873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay_07.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1564458766693646303</id><published>2009-02-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:27:30.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I shall post early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay. First thing in the morning. Feedback from yesterday's year head meeting - many parents were understandably kancheong. Everyone wanted to raise the bar for getting into RJ as 3.2. I think my parents were one of the few that raised their hands for 2.0. Their simple rationale - boys at this age have to learn to be independent. Better failure now than in the future. Somehow I agree, and disagree at the same time. 3.2 is an easy bench mark. Much, much easier than 9 A1s. Lol. It's really unfair to those who are working hard out there, and while we have people being retards in the class. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing - PE! Haha CHOO YOU DIDN'T TRY YOUR HAND OF GOD LOL. And so many crosses to you. Next time against Bryce, feint a bit la. Can beat him one. I played okay I guess, dribbled past two people once. I suppose my playing style is very solo, but hey, I didn't even take a shot at goal today. I've been passing lol. And they're getting more accurate. Hmm. Royston... is like a wall. Lol. I think only one ball got past him for the entire game, which is crazy amazing. I NEED STAMINA. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it may be very uncharacteristic for me to say this, since I've been doing it a lot last time, but if there's anything I've learnt in my 4 years of sports in RI is that you don't bitch at someone else about your mistakes. Especially be adamant about it. I think the whole hockey team hated me when I was sec 2 because of that, but thankfully I've changed (I hope!). Learn from your mistakes and stop bitching since it doesn't ever help. You as a sportsman should understand this best. If you're offended as usual, I'm sorry, just ignore me. I just don't like to see people making mistakes that I made before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then math. LOL. Okay it was utterly random, my work was "Exemplary". Hooray. -_-. I just practiced for the math TA on circular measure. Nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was CRAZY FUN. Okay, maybe not that much, but for once I finished what the teacher was teaching before the lesson. Thanks to my mom for making me do those assessments at the start of the year xD. Ah well. Better go finish them then. I want my A1. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS. Finished the vid on "No Man's Land". Quite sad. Ciki and Nino shot each other. "Standing and watching people kill each other is anything but neutral". Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. LOL IYPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenwei (some old boy, ex physics olympiad for sg team) is the supervisor of this IYPT thing la. Today we had a very interesting chat on Ewan's life. And nationalities. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Now I realize how no life I was when I was in primary school&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: I was only mugging and playing neopets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the conversation progressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Oh yeah Dewin next week your class hosting any Taiwan students?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, got 5. 3 boy 2 girl.&lt;br /&gt;Wenwei: Woah. Wait. There are Taiwanese girls coming to your schools?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Wenwei: Don't they go to RGS?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Uh no.&lt;br /&gt;Wenwei: Woah. Taiwan girls are like... way better than Singapore girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay obviously this is a known fact. Anyway. We move on, since wenwei talks about about his life in Taiwan when he was posted by army there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenwei: Eh btw, you know most of my friends, they said when they go Japan the girls there aren't very hot you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: They wear glasses issit?&lt;br /&gt;Wenwei: No, sometimes their teeth crooked or stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol sounds like Korea.&lt;br /&gt;Wenwei: Huh really? I thought Korea was GOOD. You know, compare sg to taiwan to Korea, it's like... (he uses hands signals. Thumbs down, Ok, two thumbs up).&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL. I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, what Ewan said next is damn cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Aiyah, girls don't matter, all that matters in life now is my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wenwei: Ewan. *sigh* You secondary school also no life la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really, damn x 1000000000000000 hilarious pls. Laugh until stitch. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh okay. I think this post is long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrist is sprained. I think I killed my wrist while sleeping last night. Must have slammed it against the table. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh okay, hockey training tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1564458766693646303?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1564458766693646303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1564458766693646303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1564458766693646303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1564458766693646303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-shall-post-early.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-9107790194114258944</id><published>2009-02-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:55:29.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nothing much worth mentioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I screwed up during training. I cannot screw up. Cannot. For those who didn't make the team, I cannot. I'm sorry for making all those bad passes, I'm losing too much concentration. I'm sorry. ARGH HOW TO CONCENTRATE DAMMIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've been signed up for 50 and 100 freestyle, 100 breaststroke, 50 fly for swim carn. I suppose fly would be pretty fun. Hopefully my fly timing is now sub 40. Haven't done fly in 2 years xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I can't believe Charis called me out of IYPT just to ask for a food recommendation in the canteen. Haha no worries. But you should have just asked Nigel Fong lol. He's in BB02 also right? Anyway, lol suppose I'll have to call you a senior now. =/ jiayou in RJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. NOte. I should have mentioned this, but my posts are RARELY in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J1 girl hockey team is really okay looking (Sorry, but somehow I'm a normal 15 year old hormonal teenager and cannot help but be attracted to the opposite sex) but... vulgar. I was quite shocked, but then again, it's Singapore. Conservatism is gone. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I was sitting back facing all of them.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: Eh, stop touching my fucking ass! (she laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: Eh stop fucking mine then &lt;br /&gt;(both laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why, but it sounds pretty uhm... crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the hockey team got scolded because we were too vulgar o_0. I suppose I am getting a bit too. As our wise vice capt Ish says, we shall start using "Bumblebee" and "Mushrooms"! Excellent. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else is there worth mentioning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-9107790194114258944?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/9107790194114258944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=9107790194114258944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9107790194114258944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9107790194114258944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-9167386908114566352</id><published>2009-02-04T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:51:41.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already predict my gpa for this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0 for sciences and math. And a 2.8 for chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese is damn fail. I'm sure of all the tests and holiday homework I got back today, my average score is... 60.3/100. That's fail. FAIL. FAIL. I MUST GET AT LEAST 70 dammit. Lol I realize that even if I keep arguing, it is pointless. Chinese is an abstract subject, and if the teacher doesn't like the way you write, you can't argue it out. Because you have no authority. And just my luck I've learnt some screwed up way of writing chinese. ARGH. REVAMP, REVAMP! MY CHINESE MUST. MUST. MUST IMPROVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL PE. Shaun Choo brought his ggxxpwnzors uber cool turf shoes. Scored a "clinical" goal (I have no idea what that means, but I used my recessive foot. Wait. Non-dominant foot. Lol) And Shaun Choo went to suan me by kicking through two people's legs for a goal. xD Well done la! Lol PE is really fun, even though we lost the second game because our keeper fumbled. Gah. Nvm. I'll practice dribbling with my right foot once it heals fully huh. It's really block-like lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem and phys was yeah, the usual. Had the utter urge to just listen to the ipod in phys. HYT wouldn't have minded either. But didn't. Since glycerol was a shear fluid and HYT was contradicting herself. Lolz. But anyway, something interesting I saw in the physics lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SYmZj_TiB7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BHOV-k1byLU/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SYmZj_TiB7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BHOV-k1byLU/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298935280145926066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And in chem we were playing with fire. Literally. Me and Davin kept putting copper oxide at the airhole and watch the flame turn green. xD Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SYmaHLrsZtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ox3jBPg2T_I/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SYmaHLrsZtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ox3jBPg2T_I/s320/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298935884763915986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I didn't mean to capture Roys in the pic, but yeah he just turned around at that moment xD Sorry roys! Pretty unglam, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(RANDOM: I SOUND LIKE SOME BIMBO WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, I stoned, so next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE. Lol. RE WAS DAMN JOKER. I'm sure so pathetic la. Do presentation then forget to bring it on thumbdrive -_-". Presenting on Fri now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha on the way home, I was sitting in front of two NSKs. I think they were primary school kids. This was the damn funny convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Uh you know when I run 1.6 I get stitch. Why ah?&lt;br /&gt;B: Uh I think because your muscles will lactate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD!!!! LACTATE and LACTIC ACID. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Okay anyway. Two articles in then news caught my eye. One of that was "Sexual revolution breeds confusion". Straits times, just go read. Basically it's on what I wrote a few weeks ago - how girls have become less conservative and all that, really depressing stuff. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And slumdog millionaire bags another oscar award! Well done la. :D really, it's a great movie, go watch people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay I shall end my horrendously long post now. I guess my blogging style is really like a girl's. Type so much. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-9167386908114566352?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/9167386908114566352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=9167386908114566352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9167386908114566352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9167386908114566352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SYmZj_TiB7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BHOV-k1byLU/s72-c/DSC01460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3804818220066852045</id><published>2009-02-03T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:39:26.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite the day. Well, an okay day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. For lessons today, I think I only remember what, bio lesson, where we had to dissect a OMGWTFBBQ sheep's eyeball wtf. And it was RIGHT BEFORE RECESS. Like wth, i'm sure you dissect an eyeball before recess, then let the vitreous fluid just spurt out of the freaking eyeball. I OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCE MY SUBJECT COMBO FOR J1 TO BE PCME. NO, NO, NO MORE BIO! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Math. I finally resolved my problem. By going round in circles xD (lol we're doing circular measure and trigo, get the joke? Nah. =/). But yep, it isn't that hard, just uber tedious, and tricky for some questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Was screwed up. Had yingyongwen test. I WRITE UBER SLOW. DAMN. DAMMIT. DAMMMMMMMMMIT. Lol whole day write long but overtime, what's the use. Sobsobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. House meeting. Lol our new theme for the year is damn cool. It's some cute little avatar, and our theme is WASA-B!. Yeah originally from wasabi. Wasabi, otherwise known as a horseradish spice in japan, is a bacterial killing agent. It has a spicy and slightly sour taste, but it is used in many dishes for its properties. And (if you didn't figure it out already), it's green. Lol. Hopefully our WASA-B! is fresh, since un-fresh wasabi is slightly bad for health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hockey match - THE PANTS ARE DAMN GOOD. I CAN DO A SPLIT WITHOUT EVEN FEELING RESTRAINED. HOLY. Lol okay whatever, I can't do a split. Haha xD But they're damn good. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The raffles hockey warriors/ death lazers(emphasis on the Z. Ish came out with our team name) trounced SJI 3 - 0. Hakim hat trick lol. Quite a funny match. But wth, I'm sure you hold it at northland sec. SJI and RI are so close to CCAB (Well, close enough), and SHF decides to hold it at YISHUN. Wow. Dotz la. Then I could have gone and pop by SJI to say hi to eden. And his *ahemahem*. Lol. xD jking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah lol. Funny quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey TIC: Eh Ish, you really can only talk crap issit.&lt;br /&gt;Ish: No ma'am, it's to release the pressure after a tense game, y'know, after we siege and destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't find anything funny about it, it's normal. You must have an aura of randomness to match with Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the physicists sing when they went down the stream?&lt;br /&gt;A: ρ, ρ, ρ your boat gently down the stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3804818220066852045?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3804818220066852045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3804818220066852045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3804818220066852045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3804818220066852045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha-today-was-quite-day.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4588107170045904151</id><published>2009-02-02T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:52:03.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha it's a miracle I didn't sleep today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Had a boring lesson course. Okay what isn't boring, lol. Next week I have 4 tests. WHoo. PHYS BIO MATH HIST. All ace-able subjects, maybe not so much of math and hist though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slacking during hist today. Suddenly no mood to copy notes, just committed everything to memory. I think I can recall only 80% now though. Sian should have just taken the notes la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm screwing up during training again. My flicking technique is definitely wrong. How can it be that I'm putting so much strain on my right bicep. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match tmr, best of luck. Let's own SJI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. TENIPURI &lt;3!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4588107170045904151?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4588107170045904151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4588107170045904151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4588107170045904151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4588107170045904151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-its-miracle-i-didnt-sleep-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3289016394924166143</id><published>2009-02-01T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:32:44.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, it's been (almost) a year! Considering I post everyday, and somedays I post twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this blog has come a long way. After all my angst and emo and randomness splattering and majorly scarring each and every corner. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheheheh. May decide to change blog address soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from that, today. I studied for 2 hours. Random studying. Then fiddled with my newly found media player. Then slept. Could not go swimming because my parents were out. And they don't let me go swimming alone. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy bees today was just the BOMB. My hand burned out from writing a 1000+ chinese word essay. And I think I wrote the least in the class, dammit. Everyone spam 4 pages (one page is 400 words). I totally owned myself la. Pick up and then drop the pen. Wrist hurts. =/ oh dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls in the class are quite okay looking. But everyone is just quiet. And stone. Lol chinese tuition on a sunday afternoon, how does that sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, so basically i'm preparing for sch tmr now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much when you've grown more beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3289016394924166143?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3289016394924166143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3289016394924166143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3289016394924166143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3289016394924166143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/and.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-736930926554305948</id><published>2009-01-31T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:20:30.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a jumbled mix of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had hockey training 3 days in a row. All I can say is, I need to work a lot harder. I'm damn weak. My legs are going numb after running and my wrist almost snapped. Need to increase my stamina. Lol maybe I'll go swimming tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of swimming, I actually planned to go today, but I fell asleep for 4 hours =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Training was quite screwed up, as in me. Yeah. I screwed up. We're doing higher level stuff now, and precision is needed. I can get the timing perfectly right, but my mind is hell faster than my body, so yeah it's like I'm always watching myself miss. My body can't keep up with my mind, what do I do. T_T Shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, it was sleep. Until after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my cousins' house. Lol they gave me like how much free stuff la. I just got an Ipod nano that they didn't want to use anymore. And more other stuff. That's damn cool. But eh. They're otakus. LOL. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post pics up but am too tired (weird huh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm quite sad over something else now. No idea why I'm sad, supposed to be long over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-736930926554305948?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/736930926554305948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=736930926554305948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/736930926554305948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/736930926554305948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-jumbled-mix-of-events.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2212408314342680573</id><published>2009-01-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:12:08.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. School today was weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring day with the most boring subjects lined up. HIST HMT SS PHILO. Lol I didn't sleep. Hooray for Bryan who keeps distracting me from sleeping LOL. xD Shiz still can't twirl a pen. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol and during IYPT, I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you could use a high speed camera to view your life in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb you'd look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you realize that all that mistakes you made can be so easily avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you realize it's always painfully too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact yesterday still lingers lol. Now I'm pretty conflicted inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be some guy who cried his way into the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to pick myself up from the ashes and walk bravely into this burning ruins of my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That small path ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2212408314342680573?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2212408314342680573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2212408314342680573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2212408314342680573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2212408314342680573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay_30.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3152647430632878995</id><published>2009-01-29T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:50:49.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cried for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coach miscounted the number of people, so I'm in. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH I JUST FUCKING CRIED FOR NOTHING OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose this means I have to work a lot harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's up there, toying and laughing at me. I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see who gets the last laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3152647430632878995?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3152647430632878995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3152647430632878995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3152647430632878995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3152647430632878995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6285473189551284030</id><published>2009-01-29T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:53:51.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been what, 5 - 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard I wasn't in the hockey team for B div 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trained so hard, I gave my 100% in almost all trainings, I even went to training on a sprained ankle and bore with it, I kept improving my own skills so that I wouldn't lose out, and when I heard I wasn't in the team, I just broke down. All that disappointment I had been holding back since sec 2 just rushed out and smacked me hard in the face. I'm such a fucking failure. I couldn't get into RA, I got into such a screwed up class, I couldn't even make the bloody team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked the TIC why he didn't put me in, he just said if there was one more position, I would be in, and it was only because I'm a midfielder. The other midfields are either DSAs or players within the top 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked about the forward position. Why Michael, who only came for 3 trainings out of 12, got into the team. I am better in skill, definitely. I won't even bother to deny it. Then he told me something that made me even more sad. I can't run as fast as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fucking hurts to know you lose out to people who have advantages over you. No matter how much you train, it just doesn't. Fucking. Matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, to fucking hell with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6285473189551284030?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6285473189551284030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=6285473189551284030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6285473189551284030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6285473189551284030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-what-5-6-years-i-cried-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-90817198559586087</id><published>2009-01-28T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:26:05.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I'm very surprised that I didn't fall asleep today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons were hell boring. I got full marks for my math TA, so did half the level. HOoray. Lol. Then lame joked my way through the day. And lived through physics and RE. Argh. Survival camp much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Then the THINKING half of my brain was spent on some other random topic. Yeah. I give my brainless, retarded half to school and use my thinking half for my personal interests. So cool right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State the difference between crush, infatuation, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation: Doesn't last a heartbeat. It's fickle, yet many people think it's love. Shows the fidelity of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: More like, temporal devotion. A crush is something more permanent than infatuation. I think I fall in this category. Currently. My definition of love is a bit strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: Doesn't matter who the other person is. Trust and devoted. For life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, the last part is probably dependent on the strength of the feeling, but let's not delve into that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a crush is just a liking towards a person both dependent or INDEPENDENT of his/her traits. Yes. If you originally thought that was love, you're wrong. The reason why it is not is because if you look ten, twenty years down the road, a crush will not be as strong as love. You don't feel that urge to sacrifice. Maybe sometimes, but not forever. Although you feel the urge to be together. And yes, a crush bloody hurts, that's why people tend to mistake it for love. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to normal. Can't get too distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-90817198559586087?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/90817198559586087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=90817198559586087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/90817198559586087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/90817198559586087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm_28.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4699809715174472292</id><published>2009-01-27T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:55:46.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my house got VISITED. So yeah, I stayed at home. Was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I was horribly antisocial. Guess why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted that 80% of my visitors are girls. Yes, this is because I have only female cousins with the exception of two, one of which didn't come. So yes only one male cousin came. And Chew came. And Victor Gwee. That makes umm.... 3 males? Excluding fathers of course. Lol. And a huge spam of females. Sparks antisocialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly. I am shocked - or rather amused, by how time changes people. The last time I saw victor's sisters was when I was 9 years old I think. 6 years went by, and LOL they've grown. Uhm. Liwei. You can go for them. I think they're bombshells. Lol. Joking. Anyway. Dammit. People grow so fast =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay randomness: I just remembered attending some class called morris allen english centre when I was p3. It's some (semi-elitist) tuition center that puts the best in one class through some test. Then I got into the best class, and I just remembered something interesting. I was the only guy out of 12 people in the class. You know, it didn't feel like much that time but now when I think about it it's JUST SO OMGWTFBBQ KER-EEPY. Maybe that's why I'm so antisocial now lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. No idea, I seem to be like a celebrity amongst my relatives. Damn pressure. HMT O's must get A1. &gt;&lt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. SCREW THIS SHIT. TIME TO STUDY. I HAVE TO LIVE UP TO EXPECTATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and happy NS, liwei (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4699809715174472292?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4699809715174472292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4699809715174472292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4699809715174472292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4699809715174472292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2113780852464538044</id><published>2009-01-26T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:09:55.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was the solar eclipse today! I watched it - At least I saw the peak of the eclipse lol. Was quite a nice experience since I was watching it with the naked eye (yes I know I'm crazy). But it was beautiful. The sun was a myriad of colors. Probably cos of diffraction of light by the moon's particles, but lol. Still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, really nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such interesting cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2113780852464538044?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2113780852464538044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2113780852464538044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2113780852464538044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2113780852464538044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay_26.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5831630709197799597</id><published>2009-01-25T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:24:36.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are still bitching in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5831630709197799597?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5831630709197799597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5831630709197799597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5831630709197799597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5831630709197799597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol_25.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-8099638197532722470</id><published>2009-01-24T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:33:41.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training in the morning - aiyah, I completely screwed up la. I couldn't even dribble past mason + amirul today fully. I should sleep earlier so that my concentration is better. Lol. But otherwise, I know my fitness is improving inch by inch, and i'll have to do more conditioning soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. CNY = time to lose all my fitness. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay anyawy. Today I went jgcc for the (probably last) training session. Lol. I played 3 games, I won two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won against Weibin 550 - 428, lol. Lucky break I suppose, but I spotted a nice bingo on this rack. FHINMU?. Probably won me the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game won victor gwee since he phonied lol. 440+ to 350+ I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last game... Lost to EDEN. Damn. By 8 points, Alpha says I'd probably played the best endgame, and there was no way I could have won. I was trailing by 80+ pts before emptying the bag lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't spot the bingo in the above rack, it's HAFNIUM. (Check it out on your periodic table, heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to chinese. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-8099638197532722470?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8099638197532722470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=8099638197532722470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8099638197532722470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8099638197532722470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/eheheh_24.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2729618894497608757</id><published>2009-01-23T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:50:21.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY talentime concert - I must say, it was rather nice. Except for the quizzing section, where everybody was half sleeping except for the sec 1's. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talentime section featured the five houses each putting up a skit for us. Frankly speaking, I think buckley's was definitely the most entertaining. Shien was brilliant at his dancing. Moor's was quite nice as well, if it wasn't so corny. And (okay obviously my own opinion), the breakdancing wasn't as skill or flashy as I expected it to be. But still, an okay job. Could have been better if the curtain wasn't sash white - it made your yellow costumes look bland. Hullett was... okay, the only reason why I'd like hullett's performance is probably because they used jay chou's songs. Lol. Morrison was quite okay, except the side storyline sucked. Lastly, Bayley. I had no idea what they were singing or doing. No offence to any bayley guys who just happen to read my blog, but I really think there isn't much to dispute that bayley was the worst of all the five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Another big disappointment. Each house was supposed to get only one prize, and there were no rankings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Then played PP, like you didn't know. Played until 11.30 with chew. Then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a proper nap for the first time since school started. OMG. FINALLY LOLZ. Now feeling refreshed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I, or anybody force myself to pretend to be someone I am not?&lt;br /&gt;Because of F/A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2729618894497608757?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2729618894497608757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2729618894497608757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2729618894497608757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2729618894497608757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6093819871307264324</id><published>2009-01-22T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:17:08.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eleemosynary's adjective form is eleemosynous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nvm that, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Apart from remembering it was a wacky, crazy day, such as celebrating chinese new year during chinese class and eating yu sheng (yes, my chinese teacher wanted the class to get one). Lol. And we made a mess on bryan's table. Wootz xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I guess my biggest takeaway for today was from my bus ride home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was taking the bus ride home - it really can show a lot about society these days if you decide not to sleep. I was observing the various situations around me, and there were two incidents that struck me pretty deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I overhead some NSKs (neighborhood school kids - don't get me wrong, i'm not prejudiced or sth, just referring) talking about sex and HIV loudly in the bus. Well, this may seem normal, but get this. Those kids were P4. Or P5. How would I know? Well they were from my ex-ex-pri sch. So I recognize the uniform, or for the matter the age group. Now. They were talking so loudly that I could hear them from the front of the bus, and they were at the back. Yeah. Shows something wrong? Perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I overheard two girls of my age standing next to me commenting on jc choices. I found out that one of them was my sister's senior. And the other was from njc. This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: What JC will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;B: Hmm. I think either NJC or ACJC la&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh, not aiming for the top schools?&lt;br /&gt;B: Aiyah cannot one la. So hard. I don't even think I can get in NJC or ACJC. If cannot, I go poly.&lt;br /&gt;A: No la, surely can one if you try!&lt;br /&gt;B: Eh even if I really get that high, I wouldn't want to go RJC or HCJC&lt;br /&gt;A: Why?&lt;br /&gt;B: RJC so stress, go in there I think can faint alr. (Note: She says this not noticing that I'm wearing the RI PE shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yah. True. I think even HCJC is less stress than RJC. So mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What's with this. Stress? More like time management. If you don't set a motivation to do something within a frame of time, how can you blame it as stress? Naturally, humans are not 100% efficient, but stress is a byproduct of poor time management. Although yes, I do agree in RJC you have to study quite a bit more than in other JC's, but it's the same if you want to excel in any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Now I shall go on to briefly summarizing today's hockey training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fitness is screwed up to P4 level. Hooray. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could rely on during this training was my senses and my brain. They served me well. Lol. But without stamina, my body didn't move the way I wanted it to most of the time, and I couldn't get past people consistently (even though I managed to break through many one on twos). And Wai Choong is really a fast defender. I need to be as committed as him. Or as fit. Lol. Never got past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh okay apart from that, I think sitting with bryan is damn cool. Make lame jokes all the time. Having a good laugh. Being Humerus (lol, bio lame joke made in bio). Can't remember them all, only remembered this from CLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing goal setting, like short term (2009), medium term (3 - 5 years later) and long term (10 years later) goals. Lol so I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey bryan. Wanna hear my goals?&lt;br /&gt;B: Okay sure, lamo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My medium term goal is to be able to drive.&lt;br /&gt;B: Wow dewin. So pro. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh wait, must hear my long term goal also.&lt;br /&gt;B: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Long term goal : to be able to drink drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz. Okay. Time for me to finish up my math worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6093819871307264324?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6093819871307264324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=6093819871307264324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6093819871307264324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6093819871307264324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/eleemosynarys-adjective-form-is.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4253501960589888267</id><published>2009-01-21T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:11:02.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I know. Normalcy is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm finding it hard to be retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's very hard to get along with my class now. It's like everyone is so much slower than me. And it's not because I'm more academically talented than them, it's mainly because I'm starting to put in effort. Then, people will have grudges against you. They get jealous. They get pissed. They gang up against you and make you feel alienated. That's okay, but too much is a bit irritating. Lol if it weren't for my ankle and my hamstring muscle I may have started fighting by now. I'm getting VERY irritable. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel my life still lies in a RA class. And the J1's. Even the people in my class that are close to me are starting to alienate me. Not that I can blame them, but is that the price of trying to work harder? Is that the price of trying to make a change for the better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE lesson today was a joke. I kicked a soccer ball up to the second level and had to retrieve it. When I was aiming for a grounder. I should stop using my left. All power 0% accuracy. Naturally, it was a laugh. I'll have to work harder on everything if I want to excel. Took me 15, bloody years of my life to learn that there isn't a shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Why am I even rambling stuff like this. It's so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay. I learnt a new word today. Eleemosynary - something with the connotations of generous. Hmm. I wonder if I can say "_____ is an eleemosynarious person". Is that right? Argh. My english sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese duzhe test was a big failure. Why did I mention it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the insanity and tedium of school life setting in, hopefully I won't stray from my intended goals, especially the A1 for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4253501960589888267?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4253501960589888267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4253501960589888267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4253501960589888267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4253501960589888267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/today_21.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3757754475027305712</id><published>2009-01-20T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:06:23.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Hmm this is my 351th post. Coming to a year soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so tired in class. I'm sleeping at 11.30, earlier than 12 for goodness sake. Training? Maybe. Or maybe I'm pushing myself too hard, but I think that's bullshit. I'm slacking like shit lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. IYPT today was really fun. Playing with fire. Literally. Don't ever pour water on burning wax. You get an explosion. And I think we cracked like, 5 glass plates of the science labs by heating =/ Lolz. Lucky we don't have to pay for them xD quite scary when they crack though. Erpz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math TA today was just... dotz. IF my math teacher doesn't mind my working, I'll get full marks. Lol. My math teacher is... just can't teach la. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must persevere through this dredge though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3757754475027305712?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3757754475027305712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3757754475027305712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3757754475027305712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3757754475027305712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol_20.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7388539518221345401</id><published>2009-01-19T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:05:23.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am quite pissed off by my mom now, but I'll try to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, boring stuff. Nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was quite okay, but my fitness sucks. Lol. I really must go run more. And probably correct my running posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Another guy from RI dies. Acute myeloid leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really saddening isn't it. He was top in form for geog, and just returned from OBS. (Yeah, he's sec 3). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my condolences to his family, and it really pains me to know another Rafflesian has just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this world becoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7388539518221345401?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7388539518221345401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7388539518221345401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7388539518221345401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7388539518221345401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm_19.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7916870323965147871</id><published>2009-01-18T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:11:23.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching some anime called "Aoki Densetsu Shoot" (Don't ask me why I have time to watch, lol. The curriculum is just slow). I must say, I'm touched. That beautiful euphoria as the show came to an end. And that slowly permeating sadness. A beautiful shounen story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda shows how I'm no longer immune to Jap propaganda, but then again it's a beautiful piece of work. Well done, whoever the artist is! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a bit of math, chinese and physics revision (although physics I was just blankly looking at the wall and picturing problems, lol), and also attended busy bees. Eh. Kinda got the hang of chinese already. Must start comprehending though. It's my weakness to assume too much since (in all modesty) I have a wide knowledge range and whenever I see a topic I'm familiar with I write answers that aren't derivable from the passage. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, does it sound muggerish? Fear not. I think I only spent about 1 or 2 hours max in total for the above (excluding busybees). I spent the rest of the time watching anime and playing scrabble. =P Lol. Enjoy life while I'm still free xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it sounds no life. I should go out soon =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol now I shall move on to the emo topic I was talking about yesterday which I finally decide to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship - what is the point of it? [10 marks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll probably fail it. *Laughs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering how to describe friendships. As I observe almost everywhere, I feel sadder and sadder. Friendships today are like fireworks. A sudden, beautiful burst of emotions, like a myriad of colors, but short-lived, fading out after a few moments. It's so painful to breathe at those moments isn't it? (Okay that comment was random). Yeah. In today's context, I believe friendships are like fireworks. Everyone looking at this statement would instantly deny it, but just ask yourselves, how many of you have made a friend, then neglected him/her after a while once you find other friends? Or at least, lessened in your intensity of contact towards that friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who say no, you guys are absolute liars. Either that or you're some arrogant, pigheaded person. I'm sorry, but I really feel very strongly about this. It's a bad thing all of us do. It's just like my post back then on sacrifice - the more friends you have, the less attention you can pay to each one. It's really sad, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this thing about "keeping in touch". How many of us actually keep in touch without some ulterior motive? On MSN, when I go online, I'll recieve maybe 2 or 3 messages, saying: "eh can help me with blahblahblah". Is that what people are for? Maybe they are. An eye for an eye, you give me this before I'll give you that. It's all primitive, down to the very simple psychological foundation that is within all living things. Don't do something unless you gain out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really painful when I strip the word friendship down to its psychological roots, but yeah I rather this facade to stop then continue to harm the many people out there who feel like me. People who are abused by their "friends" only as a source of information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who am I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh okay I'm just putting my trail of thoughts down. I keep coming to the conclusion that humans suck. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we tainting everyone around us with this disgusting weave of lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7916870323965147871?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7916870323965147871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7916870323965147871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7916870323965147871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7916870323965147871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1258256904005239366</id><published>2009-01-17T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:35:15.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early on a SATURDAY to play hockey with a SPRAINED ANKLE! Wheeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It went quite okay, apart from the fact that I can't run FAST. And I screwed up in one big opportunity in the match... let my instincts get hold of me before I thought. I ran to space, got a clear pass and no one was marking me. But due to my experience (or inexperience), I did a flash sweep once I saw the ground in front of me (I was at the top of the semicircle) and aimed to the right. But it went wide. Argh. I neglected to look at the goal's positioning - since I went to go setup the goal, I should have remembered we placed it slightly off center. But I think my eye speed coordination is getting better, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I heard ewan sprained his ankle playing soccer yesterday after IYPT. Get better soon Ewan! Own the field, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh apart from that, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post some emo topic up that has been lingering in my mind quite a while but apparently no time now. Parents. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1258256904005239366?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1258256904005239366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1258256904005239366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1258256904005239366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1258256904005239366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1920036877100831524</id><published>2009-01-16T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:03:02.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It was rather hard to walk with a sprained ankle all day, but I guess I managed it. Thanks to leeni's advice. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just run with your sprained ankle. Sure can one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolololol. I suppose it's something to do with the ankle strengthening and hyper-muscling or whatever it's called. But I think I can go to tmr's training lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, apart from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too sleepy in class these days. It bores me. I think I better a) sleep earlier, b) stop going in advance of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll pick a. For the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Nothing much today, hopefully things will get interesting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1920036877100831524?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1920036877100831524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1920036877100831524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1920036877100831524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1920036877100831524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6716617210268662504</id><published>2009-01-15T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:25:03.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I have so many things to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BAD side of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my 2.4. My fitness SUCKS. I don't know how to describe it, but I ran 2.4 in 13.05. That's bullshit. Even on my first attempt in sec 1 I did 12.20 pls. My will is gone, and I walk an entire lap. I SUCKZ. WTHHHHHHH LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. I kept falling asleep during class. I nodded off during bio, while copying notes. Yes. I was copying notes with my eyes closed. Lol. Then in the end I woke up finding scribbles on my notebook. Haha xD Ah well at least I got the knowledge. Sleeping + listening in class = ftw xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly. Hmm. Someone is going to get guilty here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Had hockey training today, was doing quite well. Then, I kena whacked on the toe by Chooey's imba ggxxskillz then my toenail cracked. A bit. Ah well. Then we continued playing, and I TRIPPED OVER HIM, AND SPRAINED MY ANKLE. Lol. Owch. Now I can't walk properly =/ lol don't worry Choo, next time I'll be more careful. Hopefully this doesn't affect my chance of getting into season though. Although I know my fitness will take another steep dive. Ahh screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now. The GOOD, FUN side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Okay. My dad's rushing me off the com, so I shall just post the lame jokes. They were the ones that were nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Joylim was trying to make kenneth lim quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jlim: Kenneth, can you please keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth: eh mam I very quiet mah&lt;br /&gt;Jlim: Haiyo kenneth, how can like that, can you turn into a leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She tried to say turn over a new leaf, but obviously failed xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. Now for short lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animal has gynephobia (fear of girls)?&lt;br /&gt;A: Eagle (Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is another name for Ironman?&lt;br /&gt;A: Fe-male!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of deer is blind?&lt;br /&gt;A: No idea! (no eye deer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a joke for someone like alpha. A bit vulgar, so yeah just highlight it if you want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "FFFFFF"&gt;What did the penis say to the condoms?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cover me guys, I'm going in!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol k, going off now byes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6716617210268662504?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6716617210268662504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=6716617210268662504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6716617210268662504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6716617210268662504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2283614047637914337</id><published>2009-01-14T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:42:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Found out something pretty shocking. Charis Low is top scorer in PLMGS. Lolololol then she trick me and say get 14 pts. Wa lao. Gratz lol hope you get into RJ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the O levels for chinese. Hmm. Won't post the statistics on my blog, but gratz to huiyao on getting A1. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more motivation for me to follow in their footsteps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Better start studying chinese. I don't want to lose out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm okay anyway. TOday. Physics class... I skipped it. The teacher let me, to study on my own in the project corner LOL. In the end I went to study something out of syllabus until I realized it was too difficult for sec 4 standard lol. So yeah, technically i wasted that period xD Chem was just retarded, since we knew most of the stuff already (as in, the usual people like davin bryan roys me etc.) so yeah Jtan just gave us the next lesson's worksheets to complete. And I'm saving them for math tomorrow. Math, on the other hand, is pathetic lol. DOn't even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school played table tennis with the J1's! Yeah it's been 2 months, and wtf all of them hardcore train pingpong lol. Dammit! I'll catch up on that too, heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. I suppose I better pull myself ahead before the tedium of school sets in. Already signs are showing - portfolio. Wth. 100+ pages lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. All the best to the J1's! (: I'm rushing off the com now, so yeah bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2283614047637914337?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2283614047637914337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2283614047637914337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2283614047637914337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2283614047637914337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/eheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-323504356601724297</id><published>2009-01-13T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:16:00.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Just finished training session with alpha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but before that, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring. I was doing phys in eng, phys in chinese and math in physics. That's how boring the day was. Eh btw, does anyone have college physics? LEND/ SELL me i need it. I have been living without a bio and a physics textbook for 3 years running, wootz. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I forget this uber hilarious convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stares at rack on ISC-&lt;br /&gt;me: CEEINOT. There's a floating R, so...&lt;br /&gt;Liwei: hrmmm (he knows it, but don't want to say.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol, ERECTION &lt;br /&gt;Liwei: Yeah, NEOTERIC also&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh ERECTION better can play at two places&lt;br /&gt;Liwei: Yeah of course, how can you block an ERECTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, he didn't intend that, that's why it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Obviously I'm not a very chronological person, since I have decided to mention the part of Liwei coming to my house now. He comes to my house to train me in scrabble (since he's bored after A's, lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically nothing much happened, I just realized I suck like some shit, figured out what's wrong with my playing style. Apparently, it's just like a noober version of quackle SPEEDY player. Fish like hell, but miss bingo moves. Hence, me = noob. A lot to catch up, with A divvers I guess. Was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Then coz of *ahem* Eden *ahem* and his *ahem* love problems *ahem*, I talked with alpha over quite a lot of stuff, like how girls are like in jc etc. Turns out it's pretty practical, aka you don't do something without an agenda. Kinda like me now, so it's pretty much a individualistically oriented academia period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't know why, but I just can't resist saying this: The modernization of the world has brought a complete alteration of the word, or feeling "love". Love is all about trust, and nowadays, with technology, who the hell trusts anyone. The only existing thing now is infatuation, and everyone thinks that's love. True, he/she may be hard to get out of your head, you may not like his/her for looks but character instead, but love is also about your willingness to sacrifice. Perhaps love does exist in modern society, but it's all so shallow. Pathetically shallow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The misuse of the word makes me want to like, cry and smash something in the process. It's extremely irritating and degrading of the concept itself. There's a saying that love is bittersweet - it's more than that, it's bittersweetspicysourchocolatefudgeylemonkimchi flavored. Something inexplicable until you understood both sides of what love can do - heal a heart, or break one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh okay whatever, just being philosophical again. But I really am quite disappointed with adolescents these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, apart from that, I heard the O level results were quite bad. All the more motivation for me to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academia and sports, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-323504356601724297?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/323504356601724297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=323504356601724297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/323504356601724297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/323504356601724297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-445904537973029680</id><published>2009-01-12T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:18:15.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I keep looking at my syllabus, and tell myself what the hell have I been doing last year. Mol concept is bloody easy. Physics is... dotz. Math is easy as well. And I screwed them up. WTF??? No more screw ups. Must keep on going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I actually got 25/30 for oral diagnostic. Something I wrote during lunch time. That's pretty cool :D But maybe on second thoughts, TKY is too lenient. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey... definitely need to improve my footwork. After taking glucosamine (lol sounds like a drug), my joints are feeling way better :D lol yesssss. Time to work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for all of us to wake up, and start this final race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O's, watch out. I'll own you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-445904537973029680?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/445904537973029680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=445904537973029680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/445904537973029680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/445904537973029680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/eh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2972816252217922742</id><published>2009-01-11T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:12:05.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Decided to go back to viwawa for a while, and found there was chinese chess o_0. Lol so far 24 wins 0 losses. Quite a feat, though I must say I'm quite rusty. Without playing with imba people like chew I think I've slackened. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also, more or less, finished the chapter of pressure. Did the O level assessment book already - I must say it is quite useful. In fact, its brilliant! Lol. Now I suppose I should move on to electricity. I suck at it lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Busy bees class. The only thing i went out for today. Hmm. Tried to take on a positive attitude towards chinese xD it went okay I guess. Guess who's in my class! Snao (Shao wei, the nyps one) and Chern Hwee. Lol. *laughs* Well at least the teacher is quite okay, but the class is hilarious. As in, you should hear them when the teacher asks us to read a passage. It sounds worse than a broken tape recorder... cos it's creepy as well xD Lololololololol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my right knee, I'm praying I don't wake up tomorrow half paralyzed. My knee is hell screwed. Better go kope some glucosamine soon. Haven't bought it, though I've been eating my fish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's a random note to all those out there who like salmon sashimi (raw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshest are always the dark red ones. Always eat with wasabi for germ killing purposes. However, ensure they are fresh, or they will give you hell. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for cooking them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best to cook them in slabs. Take a good look at salmon meat - you should be able to see it is striped white in color. The white stripes are actually adipose tissue, lol. Yes, they're fats :D So DON'T EVER SLICE INTO PIECES AND COOK. Or else you'll end up with what I got... the fat melting and then solidifying into a chunk at the side. Eww =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I thought I'd share (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2972816252217922742?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2972816252217922742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2972816252217922742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2972816252217922742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2972816252217922742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/today_11.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5595757629162733340</id><published>2009-01-10T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:03:20.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol today went for training early in the morning. All i can say is, I'm learning much more, but my fitness sucks like some shit. DAMMIT. Footwork. DAMMIT. DAMMIT!!! lol. Yeah but it was fun. For once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I suppose the rest of the day is pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note: salmon is pretty hard to cook. =/ It's better raw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5595757629162733340?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5595757629162733340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5595757629162733340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5595757629162733340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5595757629162733340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1926638852312310365</id><published>2009-01-09T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:09:37.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons aside, I suppose the only thing worth mentioning would be raffles trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, raffles trail is the introduction of core CCA's to the sec ones. Each CCA will have a booth to showcase their cca. Naturally, its members must help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. For most of the time spent to prepare, we played floorball in class xD. Yay I can do 1 airhook. Hooray. I feel so accomplished. Lol. Ah well. Fun fun fun, although I got several injuries from Kevin (cuts and bruises) since he's damn violent and doesn't bother to stop or correct his smashing and hit me like, 4 times. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, apart from that, the first week of school was quite a pathetic one. I don't even feel like part of the class anymore, and to be honest lessons are damn boring when you're being slowed down by the class. I suppose I could make use of these times to catch up with the imbas lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, sleeping early since there's training tmr. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1926638852312310365?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1926638852312310365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1926638852312310365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1926638852312310365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1926638852312310365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-busy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7693188649537110307</id><published>2009-01-08T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:31:10.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, quite a number of things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEC: eventually Yuet Cheong, Royston and Theodore became CEC. Anyway. No idea why my form teacher decided to nominate me, since I know I'm quite unpopular compared to the likes of them. Hmm. Anyway, my hands are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science club exco meeting: Hilarious. What else can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey: Today met our new coach, Jude Felix. He's quite a good coach... I think even after one day I've improved considerably. Lol. And my new hockey TIC who's a fitness and nutrition expert says my knee problem comes from not having enough omega 3. Yep, you guessed it (or maybe not), I'm not eating enough FISH. LOL. And now, since my problem is so serious, he suggests me to go for glucosamine, some joint healing supplement. Ugh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Chinese lesson. (note that this post is absolutely not adhering to chronological order, but I'm just recalling stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Ai Ling was a brilliant writer. Her writings were mainly that of bitter, sad love. Personally, that's what I find so nice about her writing. My favourite is probably "red rose and white rose". It's really intriguing. This is the summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the life of a man, he'll like two kinds of women.&lt;br /&gt;The red rose, or the white rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red rose symbolizes the outgoing, daring personality&lt;br /&gt;While the white rose symbolizes purity and composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he chooses the red rose&lt;br /&gt;Ten years will pass, and the red rose will be nothing but a thorn in the neck&lt;br /&gt;While the white rose he did not choose would be like the radiant moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he chooses the white rose&lt;br /&gt;Ten years will pass, and the white rose will become nothing but a grain of rice&lt;br /&gt;While the red rose he did not choose would be a brilliant, shiny ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's really quite true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In modern day context, I would say that just about every 9/10 girls in singapore are/ aspires to be the red rose.  It really, really is a pain in the neck. Fyi, there has been a more apt, unsubtle translation of "Red rose and white rose". It is "the whore and the lady". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westernization destroys conservation. Something worth crying over, really. Since I realized that's partly why I missed OIP korea so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. So much for my rambling. I have to go do my stuff proper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7693188649537110307?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7693188649537110307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7693188649537110307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7693188649537110307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7693188649537110307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm_08.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2040246760651692433</id><published>2009-01-07T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:13:57.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I dunno how many times I've resisted my utter urge to punch bryce and kenneth lim. Truthfully speaking, the only thing that's stopping me is the fear of breaking something. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's getting more interesting. Physics we're starting on pressure, chem still revision though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royston is scary as usual. Full marks for english diagnostic test. I got really, really low. I have to catch up. Improve my chinese at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some places where I cannot reach without talent, but for those where I can reach, I will reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bring on the thunder.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2040246760651692433?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2040246760651692433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2040246760651692433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2040246760651692433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2040246760651692433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4977631540277048818</id><published>2009-01-06T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:10:27.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was okay, some teacher called valerie keh. Rhyme not intentional. She's quite an okay teacher I suppose, except that we have to copy all our notes down. No printed ones. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio... started on nervous system already. So far so good. Half the class in chaos though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math... LOL. My current teacher is screwed up. But this year's math programme looks tough. Erpz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Got the same teacher as last year, dunno happy or sad. Really nice teacher, but too nice =/ Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had an interesting assembly talk, then played table tennis till 4 and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I'm rushing my post thanks to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4977631540277048818?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4977631540277048818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4977631540277048818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4977631540277048818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4977631540277048818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol_06.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4250664201439291705</id><published>2009-01-05T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:20:46.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the ECP thing was actually quite okay. We made quite nice sandcastles/pyramids lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I played bridge with Kuan, Bryan and Boss. Lol. They decided to be evil after the first 2 rounds, then keep making me lose. So yeah, they each person sacrifice once and then bid 7 no trump LOL. I won it somehow... once. Was super happy lol. Winning a 7 notrump game is damn imba. And my cards weren't even that good lol, just had 2 aces. Hooray! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lame jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Ling: Wah the sun so hot, I think even my feet getting sunburn liao&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol. Sounds like sandburn. (this is supposed to sound lame)&lt;br /&gt;Joel: haha funny. Lol whole body sunburn la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lolololol. Hips get sideburns, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit the psls all having fun at sch -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4250664201439291705?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4250664201439291705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4250664201439291705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4250664201439291705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4250664201439291705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4579574964380161421</id><published>2009-01-04T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:36:12.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Today. Utterly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is a lack of homework, my mom bombards me with assessments. Chinese. I do them at a snail's pace. I fall asleep. Etc. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Hong En's church (again) for bilingual service. Had another inspirational amusing talk. Then ate dinner and here am I typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, was learning a new piano piece as well. Maybe will post it up by end of this month seeing i'm so slow =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. And we're going to ECP to build sandcastles tmr, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4579574964380161421?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4579574964380161421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4579574964380161421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4579574964380161421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4579574964380161421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1375383824674576821</id><published>2009-01-02T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:58:16.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aha. Finally. Lol I've decided to post it up =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River Flows in You - a nice song (not so nice playing though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. the background noise is all by my stupid dog who was hungry and kept tugging my leg =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4ijWfi6z-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4ijWfi6z-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3058775615905754493-1375383824674576821?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1375383824674576821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1375383824674576821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1375383824674576821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1375383824674576821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1433048840732864273</id><published>2009-01-02T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:59:33.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. First day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a LAST MINUTE SWAP of form teachers, hence now my form teacher is some much nicer teacher called Tang Keen Yeen. Hooray! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my headmistress seems like a nice person. Hooray for that too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, apart from that, nothing much. The canteen food prices have gone UP. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on USAYPT - the team is out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Lim (JC1), Jie Liang (JC1), Kewei (4F), Yeo Jie (3I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand the first 3, but Yeo Jie is the only one I don't get. He didn't speak during the presentation at all, and didn't ask questions too, but he got in. I mean, it's understandable if someone like Ewan or Yao Yuan got in, since they did presentation, but then someone who didn't talk or question got in. Yeo Jie, if you happen to be reading this, I'm not questioning your ability, I know it's way better than mine and you're definitely someone who can qualify for this. However, I'm questioning more of the way they select the team, since they seemingly claim that it was from the "oral presentation". Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. You take some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1433048840732864273?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1433048840732864273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1433048840732864273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1433048840732864273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1433048840732864273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2123902676057699705</id><published>2009-01-01T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:17:41.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my chinese project whee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, been playing the piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIRUMA IS A GODLIKE COMPOSER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I'm sure they used "river flows in you" as bella's lullaby in twilight. Utterly disgraceful. A beautiful song tarnished with the lousy name of twilight. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FT is Rosie Smith. Like omgwtfbbq O: i'm SCREWED! Fiercest teacher in the entire of RI. Oh. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's school again tmr. Which, as stacey says, marks the last "first day" of my RI (S) career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so fast hasn't it? It seemed like just yesterday. Everything seemed like just yesterday. I've come a long way from being a junior to a senior now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No (more) regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2123902676057699705?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2123902676057699705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2123902676057699705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2123902676057699705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2123902676057699705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-8231875369043439510</id><published>2008-12-31T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:29:21.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2009 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a grave looking year ahead! But nevertheless, we'll overcome the HMT O levels, the economic crisis, the various blows singapore's reputation has suffered thanks to stuff like mauling at the zoo and the sg flyer, the fact that RI and RJ is merging and the future disasters that await us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. The future looks grim. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolololol okay, now to my year reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a year, going through many ups and downs. As usual, walking through this life with the various things learnt each day. Memorable events this year would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYSC&lt;br /&gt;OIP KOREA &lt;br /&gt;Science club exco&lt;br /&gt;Astrigue&lt;br /&gt;Astrochallenge&lt;br /&gt;Me playing the piano after a 6 year hiatus! :D&lt;br /&gt;EOYs -_-"&lt;br /&gt;And of course, people connections, but lets not go into that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just now I went out to holland for countdown. As usual. Lol there were firecrackers! I thought they were banned x) and yeah they were quite loud =/ then I walked past this wine and liquor area and suddenly someone opened a beer bottle and splashed the person right in front of me. xD then people were running around and they were WEDGIE-ING each other. Like o_0 and then everyone was screaming and all that. Lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. For 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYA!&lt;br /&gt;HMT OLEVELS =/&lt;br /&gt;USAYPT/IYPT!&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY B DIV!&lt;br /&gt;WYSC 09 (probably!)&lt;br /&gt;APAO (maybe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many random stuff awaits! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I suppose that's enough. I've been posting for a year already xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-8231875369043439510?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8231875369043439510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=8231875369043439510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8231875369043439510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8231875369043439510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2009-everyone-its-grave-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3725206310105739833</id><published>2008-12-30T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:25:23.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to school at 8.30 for USAYPT/IYPT selection presentation. Well, I feel lucky that I didn't get the role of presenter (lol). I was just firing questions at the poor presenters =/ Oh well. I was surpirsed at the panel of judges rather - I knew half of them! (Lol half of them were from the IYA committee, xD) People like Pangwei and Weilin (ex - RJ astro chair) etc. Hmm. Yeah, it dragged on for quite a long time. Me Huiyao and Kang got so bored that we started flipping coins and pens (yes, pens lol). And we went for lunch only at 2.30 =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh. Lol when me Kang and Huiyao went for lunch, we heard the wonderful stories of Korea accomodation to the IJSO students. Communal bath ROFL xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah right, we also met Matt's dad and sis at S11. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why, but i'm hell tired now. CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to school! Bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll post up a vid of me playing 'river flows in you' soon, hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3725206310105739833?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3725206310105739833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3725206310105739833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3725206310105739833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3725206310105739833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1920687196154745024</id><published>2008-12-29T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:52:56.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day completely wasted as well. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lololololol I just realized the best jap songs are always anime openings/ closings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes IYPT selection presentation is tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wish someday will come when I don't have to pray for luck. Sigh) &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1920687196154745024?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1920687196154745024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1920687196154745024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1920687196154745024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1920687196154745024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm_29.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7486368230507738944</id><published>2008-12-28T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:27:08.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless day, wasted at home, only went out to cut my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Cut my hair. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I can't enter biz@sch anymore. Not that I don't want to, but then again, I tried my best finding people. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gained insights on how the Yen became stronger. It's quite funny but commonsensical actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chinese... 4/10 done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7486368230507738944?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7486368230507738944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7486368230507738944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7486368230507738944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7486368230507738944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm_28.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4900042207798934029</id><published>2008-12-27T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:37:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home for a good half of the day before going to the hockey coach farewell dinner at 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess it was okay. Lol the entire hockey team cramped into the house, which was quite funny. Heheh. Yep, basically we chatted a bit, then had this emotional farewell speech and yeah watching TV. But oh wells. It was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Screw Chinese. I hate the work =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol this is an incoherent, short and random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4900042207798934029?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4900042207798934029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4900042207798934029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4900042207798934029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4900042207798934029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4636305956151784332</id><published>2008-12-26T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:27:12.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heheheh. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of hilarity - IYPT was quite funny. Ashwin and Yeo Jie... -_-" really have to hand it to them lol. Two genius physicists. And top jokers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Ashwin is sec 1, has gotten a bronze in JPHO, and took the sec 3 RA physics test and beat even Kang Zi Yang. =/ On the other hand, Yeo Jie, a sec 2, has finished A level physics with distinction and only sec 2 to get gold for JPHO. Bright guys eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Their top joke - deciding where to go for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay guys where do you guys want to go for lunch - S11?&lt;br /&gt;A &amp; J: NO!&lt;br /&gt;J: Or maybe we could go to the hong kong restaurant last time&lt;br /&gt;A: No... they put alcohol in baked cheese rice. Who eats cheese in alcohol? I was feeling groggy after that. We should just go pizza hut/&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh no lol I don't like pizza (it's true!)&lt;br /&gt;J: then we could go to swensens or something?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can we just go to the food court? Got variety...&lt;br /&gt;J: NO. It's not value for money. I mean, two pratas cost 7.40... that's daylight robbery&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah that's even more expensive than pizza hut...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyah like that might as well go S11 right?!&lt;br /&gt;A &amp; J: Eh yeah S11 sounds good. Who said no ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then I walked ahead, leaving them at the back to argue it out xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we also had to do drilling... So, while we were drilling, there was some part which was hard enough to withstand drilling. Then Mr Krithin was suggesting we get a diamond drill bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Eh, diamond drill bit a bit the ex eh.&lt;br /&gt;K: No prob, just give Mr Ho (the other instructor) some coal and he'll compress a diamond for you!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. Yeah so today we laughed a lot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol final pic of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SVTbZJIOpyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SzjVSTLdPtY/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SVTbZJIOpyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SzjVSTLdPtY/s320/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284089487806080802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the person there is Kang. With a whiteboard full of equations, erpz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4636305956151784332?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4636305956151784332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4636305956151784332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4636305956151784332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4636305956151784332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/heheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SVTbZJIOpyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SzjVSTLdPtY/s72-c/DSC01406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3234923412279630843</id><published>2008-12-25T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:41:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was helluva fun-ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning went church with Chew and family - attended CHINESE service. Lol. My chinese is pathetic =/ ah well at least I understood MOST of it. Haha. Then after that, went down to help serve lunch and talk about random stuff. Heheheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when to chew's house to play - we did even more card tricks (pure scam, as hongen would say xD) and yeah, ping pong. Gah. My smashes are so inaccurate now I don't know what to say... and hongen's countersmash is crazy. It's like, the chances of the ball crossing the table gets lower and lower - 100%, 70%, 15%. The speed of the ball keeps getting faster and faster O: Although I returned it like 3 out of 20 times, that's just scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That's how I spent my christmas, just like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun and that's what matters! (Lol so cliched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after today, it's back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3234923412279630843?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3234923412279630843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3234923412279630843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3234923412279630843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3234923412279630843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-helluva-fun-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5333464238963931185</id><published>2008-12-24T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:57:20.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting at 11.55pm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My sister told me her wish was for me to laugh more this christmas. Aww xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Apart from that, I realize that I don't look photogenic. Just look at my facebook photo - I think I look way uglier than that lol =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tonight, some guy dressed in red comes into your house and puts you in a sack, don't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos my wish for christmas was to have the best friend in the world (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5333464238963931185?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5333464238963931185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5333464238963931185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5333464238963931185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5333464238963931185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-858593183907184797</id><published>2008-12-23T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:14:16.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I found something nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yV3Frbn_ic0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yV3Frbn_ic0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful opening song of some drama I watched when I was young. Is more meaningful if you know the story, but oh well. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: This as well ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rg3h5mpw2Uc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rg3h5mpw2Uc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3058775615905754493-858593183907184797?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/858593183907184797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=858593183907184797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/858593183907184797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/858593183907184797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-i-found-something-nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1373052908760723063</id><published>2008-12-23T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:45:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cut the deck twice and got 9 of diamonds each time. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - today, I suffered from a bad cough which caused me to pon iypt. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forced to do chinese work at home. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula for efficiency of chinese work: (Where 'Ec' is the efficiency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ec = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, obviously I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Chrno crusade, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1373052908760723063?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1373052908760723063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1373052908760723063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1373052908760723063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1373052908760723063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm_23.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7296858711727014359</id><published>2008-12-22T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:55:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. IYA meeting in the morning was quite fail. I thought it was going to be fast and productive, but it dragged on. Oh well. Pangwei was wearing an interesting shirt :D pity I didn't take a pic of it lol. It said "SCIENCE: It works, bitches". Lol that's quite a nice shirt I wonder where to get it hmm. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So basically, nothing much has been done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've set a new record for an afternoon nap - 5 hours. Pwnt =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have to entertain my elder female cousins who are constantly irritating me about what I did when I was young now -_-". Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7296858711727014359?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7296858711727014359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7296858711727014359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7296858711727014359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7296858711727014359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2965195514503005882</id><published>2008-12-21T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:23:34.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heheh. Just came back from bbq at mattie's house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - was boring except for the bbq. xD yeah Me Chew and Kang went... Naturally, you get auto-suanned by the IJSO medallists. Haha. We played... pingpong. Lols. Mattie got a Korean bat too! Ha. And yeah it was quite nice too. Korean bats = &lt;3 lol. Played for quite a while, then Hongen had to go off for some dinner with his grandparents. Ah well. So Me Kang and Matt were talking about science club matters until we got bored (Which was quite fast) and started doing... card tricks. Lol! Yeah many of them were hilarious. So simple, yet so "magical". Ahaha. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ was yeah, pretty good, and I had fun toasting marshmellows lol. Crispy on the outside while almost liquid on the inside... mmm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah then we played more pingpong, and more card tricks, and socialized around with matthew's relatives. Lol. Kang the big and great keeps suanning me with his card tricks. Gah. Maybe someday I should like, point out at the card and say, I know you're cheating! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it may not look like anything much, but 4 hours just whizzed by like this. Yeah x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. A sad thing - Matthew may not be continuing scrabble anymore. He says he may be more interested in programming than scrabble =/. Ah well. Hongen definitely won't get serious in scrabble, Adil... is always too busy with debates and RIPB, so yeah it's just left with me and Zhiyuan. It's so depressing when I realize it... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I shall recruit lower sec students then lol xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Pretty much it. I shall upload the picture of matt in a santa hat (hey, rhyme!) on a later date ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2965195514503005882?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2965195514503005882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2965195514503005882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2965195514503005882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2965195514503005882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/heheh.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7248837136125425531</id><published>2008-12-20T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:25:35.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played scrabble @ JG! With uh, weibin alpha gc cheah hubert dorai guanhui and ball. :D lol I played okay-ish, but I think it was horrible. Gah. I missed stuff like EUPHROE which I would never miss on ISC, but then again alpha didn't see it too xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games played: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won Guan Hui by 100+ (lucky break)&lt;br /&gt;Lost Ball by 70+ (phony threes)&lt;br /&gt;Lost Alpha by 40+ (less lucky than mr. tyco. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was joking for the last one. But yeah, shows that I have a lot to improve on if I ever want to win mil cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Apart from that, that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for dinner with the IJSO people tmr heheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7248837136125425531?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7248837136125425531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7248837136125425531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7248837136125425531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7248837136125425531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol_20.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4441844247225582455</id><published>2008-12-19T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:02:04.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit life is getting damn screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 days left to find a group to get in for Biz@sch and none of the group leaders are contactable, and most of them are coming back after the deadline. I just feel like throwing something sharp at someone. Gah. At this rate I might not even be joining. Wtfwtfwtfwtf. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ponned training today. Thanks to a delibiating headache after listening to my mom nag for half an hour at me over my chinese homework. Which I really need to get started on, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. School's closing in and the pace of life is picking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going down to JG to play scrabble tmr though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, nothing much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW CHINESE + HOMEWORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4441844247225582455?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4441844247225582455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4441844247225582455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4441844247225582455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4441844247225582455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit-life-is-getting-damn-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5809140114360794680</id><published>2008-12-18T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:43:25.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite a random day. Had lots of fun at IYPT again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was boring, we had a match against NIE and I scored a goal. That was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, a picture post, so i'm going to post some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsbV1MYLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x0PeMe-7UqE/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsbV1MYLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x0PeMe-7UqE/s320/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281152730017849522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol an IYPT set up. It's supposed to be a lame joke btw... "sandwich" in chinese x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsbEdfidI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y3H8uH-2GTo/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsbEdfidI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y3H8uH-2GTo/s320/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281152725355039186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another IYPT photo. Ice cubes, each the size of my palm btw. Haha (you can see how much fun we're having, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsa1NTGFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fDeQD2HhjnM/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsa1NTGFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fDeQD2HhjnM/s320/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281152721260582994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this was at wysc - the window view from the hotel me and wzy was staying in. Haha nice right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsagFOALI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vqX4Opvmwmg/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsagFOALI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vqX4Opvmwmg/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281152715589550258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not to forget Wzy, the most respectful person in the world who sleeps while facing his back to the speaker xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpuv6KmroI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0eZ2ejnKBLU/s1600-h/victor+against+suanne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpuv6KmroI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0eZ2ejnKBLU/s320/victor+against+suanne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281155282391969410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just epic. Child prodigies. Victor against Suanne - Suanne only won by 50 pts. Which kinda shows Victor has a bright future :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I knew I should never have left my dad to fill in the wysc form for me. He put my favourite subject as CHEM and my hobby as ASTROPHYSICS. Lol now everyone thinks I'm some mugger and even Suanne asks me chem questions. That's damn wth - ask some god in chem like Chew la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to forget, GRATZ TO IJSO TEAM who has brought back 3 golds and 3 silvers! You've done sg proud :D congrats to (the great and imba x infinity) Mattie Kang and Chentian! For Chew - I know you were sick on that day, that's too bad, but getting a Silver is still very imba (: congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gtg. Bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5809140114360794680?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5809140114360794680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5809140114360794680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5809140114360794680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5809140114360794680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay_18.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SUpsbV1MYLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x0PeMe-7UqE/s72-c/DSC01367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5605713809246364653</id><published>2008-12-17T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:41:07.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much today - frankly, I think even the bus ride was more interesting than training. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was just an increase of yesterday's (which means, more tiring, lol) and since coach wasn't there, we just screwed up all our drills. Oh well. That's the hockey team for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol sometimes I just wished that I was born in a family with more humble parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5605713809246364653?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5605713809246364653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5605713809246364653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5605713809246364653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5605713809246364653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2235852985429996331</id><published>2008-12-16T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:57:26.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm. Did quite a bit of thinking today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, today's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning woke up at 7 (yes, wtf it's a holiday!) for training, only to find out that it was cancelled =/ since we have so many ponners. Gah. Then, to pass the time before going to IYPT at 9, I was studying differentiation. Note: It may sound mugger, but it isn't, because I'm the only one in IYPT selection team that doesn't know how to differentiate/ integrate. Gah. And all I have gotten up to is how to get the formula of the gradient, but do not understand limits. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYPT was just really more hands on work. I got really tired of it, but well it was quite fun la. Seeing that we were (once again) playing with stuff in the lab... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for lunch and spent 2 hrs travelling to NIE for the 2nd training session of the day. I fell asleep on the bus... and something interesting happened. I was supposed to be at NIE by 2.30. So, it was 1 when I boarded the bus, and then I sat at the window seat, propping my head on my left hand and fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked at my watch and saw the time was 2.45. Then I panicked, and pulled out my phone to call the other hockey players that I was going to be quite late (seeing that I still had to change another bus). But my handphone clock showed 1.45... and that was when I realized that I must have reset my watch while I was asleep. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Training wasn't as tough as yesterday, but still tough. OW MY KNEES OWOWOWOWOW =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That's about it. Now on to my deep (or maybe not so) reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating on how my life linked with the word "sacrifice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that in whatever you do, there must be things sacrificed. An example would be if you wanted to get good grades, you'll have to sacrifice your play time. Simply put, it's something like the saying: you can't have your cake and eat it. You take some, you lose some. Something that you can completely get is just an ideal, non-existent, futile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resembling quote from fate/stay night: "Don't be naive; you can never hold on to your ideals. Being able to save someone means there will be thousands which you will never be able to save".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I sacrificed in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty. The thing about life is, it's hard to choose what to sacrifice. You own so much at first, but then painfully you have to give them away, one by one. Knowing what to sacrifice carves your future. For me, I sacrificed my midnight talks to continue my obligation of studying, I sacrificed my time to play scrabble as a hobby. As I look back on these sacrifices, I am bemused by the various unorthodox ways I try to gain whatever I want, although mostly successful. They seem crude. Lol. Sacrifices are indeed hard to make, but that's life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. LAME JOKE TO END OFF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why does a lion eat raw meat? (Highlight bottom for answer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;font color = "FFFFFF"&gt;Because it can't cook!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2235852985429996331?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2235852985429996331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2235852985429996331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2235852985429996331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2235852985429996331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3228542195612969066</id><published>2008-12-15T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:38:08.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=/ today's training was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I overslept in the morning, but then training was cancelled due to rain, so yay lucky me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the afternoon training... you know, since I was warming my butt on the chair while playing scrabble for two weeks i kinda had no more fitness x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the coach scolded me for no apparent reason, and made me run even more. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Let's be a darrenkhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give some, you take some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3228542195612969066?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3228542195612969066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3228542195612969066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3228542195612969066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3228542195612969066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-training-was-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-8504216008515722618</id><published>2008-12-14T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:16:11.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Today was the most sleepify-ing day i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in other words, it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tmr I have hardcore training, and to think I have been warming my butt on chairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-8504216008515722618?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8504216008515722618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8504216008515722618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8504216008515722618'/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5205270482281709465</id><published>2008-12-13T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:10:26.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm back from penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was ranked 26th for wysc, 4th in the Sg team (behind eden, zipeng and victor). Yeah, I managed to overtake wzy and blias, but lol seriously I'm terribly disappointed with myself. I know I'm better than this. 2/9 wins for the 1st day, then 6/9 and 3/4 for the second and third day respectively. My first day cost me so much. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have learnt - never to go into a competition without ample preparation (and mugging). Eden may have all the luck in the world, but even that would not have made sure he would win if he never prepared. I on the other hand, knowing my frequent bad draws, should have prepared way more to ensure I could win with skill rather than luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've learnt to be more... uhm... composed when there's a competition. If I relax like day 2 and 3 I can beat people like Sean Chung lol. Pity I was too nervous against Scott... and that took down my entire first day. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Racks. I must really re-plan my strategy for tackling bad racks. I must learn when I should change and when I shouldn't. Lol I just realized I had 7 vowels/consonants in a rack so many times and I never changed. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. On to random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After WYSC, me wzy victor and my family went to play at the beach lol. We did parasailing, which was quite fun, and jet-skiing. Lol. Wzy went jet-skiing with me, I drove, and then was max-throttling all the way. You should have seen us when we got back on shore lol. Completely wet and my hair was... something that came out of an explosion. Ah well. It was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played pingpong there (like what's new!) lol. Ah well nothing much I guess, apart from the fact that I suck. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm k. One last thing that I found which creeped me out like shit - Suanne stays a walkable distance from my house. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(holy crap I live so close to 10 scrabblers in A div lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'll post pics up when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5205270482281709465?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5205270482281709465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5205270482281709465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5205270482281709465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5205270482281709465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-im-back-from-penang.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5550421877950670969</id><published>2008-12-10T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:44:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Right. Posting on day 2 of WYSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I majorly screwed up the first day. 2/9 wins. Well, I can't say that it was mainly my luck, for I played quite badly (ignoring rack leave, etc.) for a few games. But yes, my luck SUCKED. I kept getting the wrong tiles at the wrong time and my opponent, on the other hand kept getting right tiles at the right time. Note that I never used the word 'nice'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was much better... 6 / 9 wins, 2 of the lost games were really unsalvageable (lol is that a word) and yeah, my racks were still sucky but i kept nice leaves. Ah well. I must win all 4 games tmr to have a chance in the top 20. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, 8/18 games is the lowest score for the sg team btw (yes, i'm the lousiest in the sg team). KZP is in the lead, with 11 wins, followed by Eden (lol, lucky like shit) with 11 wins, then Blias with 10 wins, then Victor Gwee with 9.5 wins, then Zhiyuan with 9 wins, then me with 8. Lol. I really blame it largely to my luck. My first racks are never easy, and that affects the game (like wth will you play in ADFJNNO -_-). But then again, complaining won't help... lol even Blias and Wzy agrees that Eden has some godly hand and mine is cursed or sth =/ Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. On a side note, gratz to WZY who has instantly won 200RM by playing highest scoring word, albeit with 2 blanks. ZaNJERoS for 257 pts. Lol. Well done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I'm playing Sean Chung tmr. Msia team this year is ridiculously strong. Go check the WYSC webpage for more details lol. 5 of them in top 10, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, okay I should be studying now lol. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lol I got Suanne angry by standing in her way. Wasn't even intentional, but wth la lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5550421877950670969?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5550421877950670969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5550421877950670969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5550421877950670969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5550421877950670969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3268376333290650132</id><published>2008-12-08T07:33:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:16:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYSC TMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. PRAYING FOR THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3268376333290650132?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3268376333290650132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3268376333290650132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3268376333290650132'/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6500827252718361039</id><published>2008-12-08T07:33:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:33:39.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYSC TMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. PRAYING FOR THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6500827252718361039?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6500827252718361039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=6500827252718361039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6500827252718361039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6500827252718361039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-wysc-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6189332960308034850</id><published>2008-12-08T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:16:11.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYSC TMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. PRAYING FOR THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6189332960308034850?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6189332960308034850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6189332960308034850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6189332960308034850'/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2300436293450957058</id><published>2008-12-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:50:38.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Posting from the hotel in KL, where I'll be stopping for one night before moving on to penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the ride wasn't much, so let's skip that bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done quite a lot of reflections (literally and laterally) while sitting in front of the study table using the com. You see, the hotel I'm staying in puts mirrors in front of study tables. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about OIP Korea for much of the journey here. How much it changed my life and affected my thinking etc. It was probably the best overseas trip in my life, thanks to the friends, scenery and fun. How I wish I could be back there again and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared into the mirror blankly, I realized how long it was since I last looked at myself properly in the mirror (no kidding). I last looked at myself in the mirror properly at 11 years old (yes, 4 years), where I was much younger and cheerful. As compared to now, all I see are those dark shaded eyes, faded smile and of course, a much older (and uglier) person. It feels so weird when you realize time has passed so quickly, so much has happened and there has been so many changes. It all feels ethereal, dream-like, where I'm just being swept away in the torrential current of life to where I do not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OIP was something new to me, it showed me my younger self - fun loving and happy. The 8th and 9th graders were really warm and welcoming, and doubtless it was their innocence that I was drawn into. That feeling of youth is somehow... tempting, negating all responsibilities and just having fun. But as I embark on the road of adulthood, how will I face each an every obstacle? The mirror shows me how much has changed, yet it does not tell me how or why. Is this the side effect of maturing - sacrifice of idealisms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaeHyun wrote to me in his letter, "Someday we'll meet at the top of the world". I never felt much for that statement when I read it - now I know why. I was wondering this - will we meet at the top of the world as friends that can laugh and have fun with, or as important people with faked smiles and those beautifully woven lies with ulterior motives? I cannot answer to that. I can't find one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's all part of growing up I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to decide my path from here, but I'll move on step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my food for thought today, praying the best for WYSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2300436293450957058?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2300436293450957058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2300436293450957058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2300436293450957058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2300436293450957058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-9086930136378842261</id><published>2008-12-06T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:55:48.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The IJSO team has officially left Sg 17 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm leaving tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really need all the luck I can get... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiming for top 10 at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully, not get owned by suanne or alastair richards) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol random jokes today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm eating some cake]&lt;br /&gt;Sis: You have lip on your cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading my text messages so that I could clear them... then I scrolled down to see a name "Marie". I was like omgwtf since the only Marie I knew was Marie Kim... who is in CSIA Korea. So I opened the message, and guess what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie France Bodyline. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really seems to pass fast. Definitely, my busiest and most fun holiday ever (Thanks so much to OIP) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, save the tears now. I'd be letting down so many people if I didn't get something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYSC 08', let's make this count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-9086930136378842261?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/9086930136378842261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=9086930136378842261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9086930136378842261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/9086930136378842261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/ijso-team-has-officially-left-sg-17.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4429343263283041039</id><published>2008-12-05T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:15:04.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOday was completely wasted. Well okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day playing scrabble. On the com. Hence, I have become nothing but fatter. Not only that, I think my eyes are dying and my skills are being worn out with fatigue. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causeway updates: Nigel's back to top in Premier, Andy is leading open Cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck, IJSO team who's leaving for Korea tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethereality, Betrayal and Idealisms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4429343263283041039?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4429343263283041039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4429343263283041039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4429343263283041039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4429343263283041039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-completely-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3975776122331389683</id><published>2008-12-04T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:39:08.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ambiguity, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYPT-ed the whole day again. We moved on to solve other problems, like me and Nathanael going to solve the Air Pocket problem, while Yeo Jie and Ashwin were doing the Faraday cage (resonating modes) question. Hmm. Many funny things happened, though I can't remember most of them. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame joke of the day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were analyzing our "Ice bulge" question samples and moving the ice samples around when Yeo Jie was trying to get the ice out of the plastic mold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeo Jie: Argh it's so hard to break the ice out&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol it's all a part of this IYPT icebreakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Moving on to better things xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I have been once again astounded by the wonders of science. How do you make a piece of neodymium magnet (button magnet) rotate at 5800rpm with 3 simple, household appliances that don't cost more than 2 bucks in total? Easy - A nail, a wire (frayed ends) and a battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even though I said this, look at the overkill setup Daniel and Jie Liang did xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/STfq2IOM3mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/guIGWWP7pzk/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/STfq2IOM3mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/guIGWWP7pzk/s320/DSC01353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275943704128708194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn scary... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the rpm is dependent on the strength of the magnet, so yeah... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Came home and played a bit more scrabble. Crap. Wzy is getting too pro. I can't even beat him now. Or maybe i'm just damn pathetic. Oh SCREW THIS SHIT. My parents aren't exactly helping either... keep complaining about me spending too much time on the com. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah that's about all for today. Gbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3975776122331389683?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3975776122331389683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3975776122331389683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3975776122331389683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3975776122331389683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/STfq2IOM3mI/AAAAAAAAAO4/guIGWWP7pzk/s72-c/DSC01353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-803713501776563166</id><published>2008-12-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:57:08.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a stay-at-home-and-no-life day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did completely nothing but scrabble, a bit of maple and chinese homework. And even chinese homework was quite fail... since I only found 2 articles. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble was just really hardcore. I'm sure wzy improved so much when he never practice. Crap I really must buck up. 2 days left before I leave. Ugh. DAMMIT LA. Well at least I can see some significant improvement in my playing style now... hopefully quackling for the next two days will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, do your best Alpha! You can own causeway (And suanne tmr) xD Just do what you always tell me, relax and chill! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. And of course, at the same time, best of luck to the IJSO team! Win 4 golds! Okay obviously that's like, already secured xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, happy trip to Sapporo, Greg! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just realized this post will make the last picture post of Korea disappear. Ah well. I have to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it still hurt~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-803713501776563166?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/803713501776563166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=803713501776563166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/803713501776563166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/803713501776563166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-stay-at-home-and-no-life-day.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7541395260591820927</id><published>2008-12-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:19:32.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a day of much hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay not that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at 8.30 for IYPT experiments. Lol ice bulge was super hard to do =/ since we had to wait for the ice to freeze and all that. Plastic containers were a no-go, since they all cracked. Dammit. But I shall post a lame joke that struck me as quite random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Can we use cork as an insulating material instead&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess so... but won't the cork break?&lt;br /&gt;Ewan: Oh yeah... when it bends too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's pretty corked (cocked) up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, at that instance it was funny. Lame jokes are never funny if they aren't told face to face... gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to business. Then we made our way to NUS for some physics thing, where I spent (Wtf) 3.5 hours learning about university statistics. Lol it was rather confusing but eventually I got the idea of it. The summations/ alphas/ sigmas all over the place were seriously intimidating, but I suppose it's really nothing compared to the black hole equation xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah, that's about all I did today... Really, probably one of my most productive days (Except OIP of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start on my chinese soon... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wysc prep left: 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7541395260591820927?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7541395260591820927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7541395260591820927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7541395260591820927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7541395260591820927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-day-of-much-hilarity.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2594914063348891211</id><published>2008-12-01T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:59:23.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've spent my day so uselessly... watching anime for the whole day -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before anyone enquires, I practiced an hour of scrabble before that, so yeah I haven't been completely slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching fate/ stay night. It's like the only interesting show there is around. Srsly. Go read the synopsis on wiki if you guys want to know about it. But really, it is quite insightful. As in, the statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Tmr IYPT training &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to show, byes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2594914063348891211?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2594914063348891211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2594914063348891211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2594914063348891211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2594914063348891211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-2652314599254221546</id><published>2008-11-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:28:01.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typing on my new com! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Today was the mini @ signature park before causeway/ wysc. How did I fare? Well... lets just say I screwed up big time. Even though it was way better than I expected, seeing that I haven't really touched scrabble for what, 5 - 6 months. Wins: 2 / 9 games, both against Blias. Heheh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bingo that I'm proud off. The thing about lack of practice is that I chicken out of A LOT of bingoes. Like SOMERSET, which is good, but I didn't dare play it, opting for a safer REMORSE (well, at least it's a common word) with a phony laid down POZE* which Tony obviously challenged off. And yes, it cost me that game. Gah. Also missed DIMBLES, UNMOORS and many others which I cannot be bothered to remember xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WYSC in what, a week? I better work harder man. Alpha tells me to quackle for the rest of my days and do self analysis. I better listen to him, since he thrashed me by 276 (I think) points. Sick. Yes, I gave him the high game =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get over CSIA, somehow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think life is very sad for us humans... because we do not know our purpose of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-2652314599254221546?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2652314599254221546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=2652314599254221546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2652314599254221546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/2652314599254221546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/typing-on-my-new-com-d-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5349242146032505440</id><published>2008-11-29T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:00:02.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah my 300th post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Today I've learnt so much, just by going to the Sg expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is an emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the Expo after lunch, for the IT fair and to get my little bottles of C1000 orange/lemon juice (lol probably only Davin and Royston will get what I am referring to). Yep, they sell it there. Somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The reason I am emo is this. I have realized despite how much knowledge I have, how much stuff I know, in the real world, if I do not know how to apply them, I am worse than someone who knows nuts but can be street smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That almost cost me my newly bought laptop... (I almost came back empty handed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think the story would be too long, but basically, I've learnt to keep my mouth shut and think through all possibilities before I make my move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the brighter side of things... On my 300th post, I got a new laptop! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite imba. Fujitsu... 2.46GHz processor and 4GB DDR3 RAM. Like wootz. I don't have to worry about lag anymore! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it has a 3 year warranty xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well I should stop being braggish and be more conservative about information. Something I learnt today too. I must never let myself get overconfident on anything. "de2 yi4 wang4 xing2" in chinese. Okay. Whatever, I'm getting incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will have the will not to quit scrabble after getting owned tmr. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5349242146032505440?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5349242146032505440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5349242146032505440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5349242146032505440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5349242146032505440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-my-300th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-5642496576260788244</id><published>2008-11-28T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:58:05.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training at temasek poly... think I did okay for today's training. Definitely lacking in fitness, have to do it myself. Otherwise, I think I did okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically the most interesting thing that happened today O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I really need to study for IYPT and scrabble I guess. Two major competitions for sg and I'm staying at home, playing, randoming around. Must. BUck. Up. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be damn sad if I listened to Jay Chou's "Jie Kou" next year. Surely will become damn emo again. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, bye (for now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-5642496576260788244?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/5642496576260788244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=5642496576260788244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5642496576260788244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/5642496576260788244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-910842290734033606</id><published>2008-11-26T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:49:38.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like omg. I'm listening to all the freaking emo/ reminiscent songs... Cannot take it liao. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody - wondergirls&lt;br /&gt;Superwoman - Cao Ge&lt;br /&gt;Only want to be your friend - David Tao&lt;br /&gt;Mirotic - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;Thunder - Boys like girls&lt;br /&gt;River flows in you - Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;Balloons - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;Because of you - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world - Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I think I miss them more than ever. A part of me is trying to grasp at those bleached photographs that are slowly fading as they move further away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to move on with their lives I guess. People come, people go, it's the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll take time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-910842290734033606?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/910842290734033606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=910842290734033606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/910842290734033606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/910842290734033606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-4879925126483312088</id><published>2008-11-26T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:59:35.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA = pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cyrillic text, of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much apart from the biz@sch interview and training today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer was 15 minutes late, and I overheard his excuse. Not intentionally, but just because I was in the vicinity. "Sorry, I was at my girlfriend's house, then got traffic jam from there." Like wth. And I thought I was late already without a valid reason -_-" anyway, the interview was screwed up. They told me that my idea wasn't very feasible (I agree, I crapped it up in 5 minutes -_-") but yeah they said I was good to go. But then, I have to slot myself into one of the teams since all other teams are under-membered, and obviously I can't one man show the whole thing xD. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today - it was rather light, although tiring. Reason? Singapore's air is so much more denser and polluted than korean mountain air xD lolz. Oh yeah, speaking about OIP. I think we were the luckiest group. Pple like WaiChoong who went to ShenZhen was complaining about the food and no. of people per dorm lol. &gt;&lt; ah well =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SS1yUR_7fpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3Q3Gic4E16M/s1600-h/scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SS1yUR_7fpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3Q3Gic4E16M/s320/scenery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272996431475211922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard... to let go" - Simple and Clean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-4879925126483312088?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4879925126483312088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=4879925126483312088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4879925126483312088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/4879925126483312088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahaha-pineapple-in-cyrillic-text-of.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SS1yUR_7fpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3Q3Gic4E16M/s72-c/scenery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1990217583217732149</id><published>2008-11-25T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:28:28.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been what, 4, 5 days? I still can't get over it. Everything seems ethereal now, and those memories seem distant, yet close up at the same time. Like the waves on a shore, they gently crash against the sand before whirling back lazily in spirals to the vast ocean of memories. The descending fog thickens and everything becomes blurry, just like those fading photographs of you and me, swirling back to the depths of lost space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my little bit of descriptive narration, but then again I think it sucks. Heck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards" - Soren Kierkegaard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing much, except for playing table tennis with Matt :D His reaction time is super fast. Like wth he can return smash my smash. Damn sick. Oh yeah, I was using a korean bat. Really fun :D somehow I think my spin is way better with it. Well at least I can aim the ball in whatever direction I want now heheh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm kay. Random photos now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmi8V26qI/AAAAAAAAAME/4F7b7sFmlew/s1600-h/Dewin+and+Yeni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmi8V26qI/AAAAAAAAAME/4F7b7sFmlew/s320/Dewin+and+Yeni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272631645499222690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yeni! I think I just made the photograph look damn screwed up. Haiz ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmjqwkMRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/f1WyDgzrgls/s1600-h/Jeesoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmjqwkMRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/f1WyDgzrgls/s320/Jeesoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272631657959272722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeesoo, who will (probably) be coming to school next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmkL5ONiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GFvBn7QsL-U/s1600-h/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmkL5ONiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GFvBn7QsL-U/s320/brandon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272631666853951010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and his &lt;strike&gt;sexually&lt;/strike&gt; spontaneous buddy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmjUd1doI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XqtH9fUEjOw/s1600-h/Guess+whos+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmjUd1doI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XqtH9fUEjOw/s320/Guess+whos+back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272631651975132802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuenHyung and Yeni in an epic pose. HSM 3, anyone? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think that may be the last few photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1990217583217732149?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1990217583217732149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1990217583217732149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1990217583217732149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1990217583217732149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-what-4-5-days-i-still-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSwmi8V26qI/AAAAAAAAAME/4F7b7sFmlew/s72-c/Dewin+and+Yeni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3448885368694243552</id><published>2008-11-24T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:23:53.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aha. Today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Gratz to the APAO team on bringing by 5 bronzes! (LOL). And of course, gratz to Stace who claims she screwed up her practical and theoretical but still got a bronze -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go back to Korea next year! Like OMG HOW COOL IS THAT. For next year's APAO, which is going to be held in Korea :D but I'll have to work really hard to get in. There are people like Aaron Tang and Huiyao who are going to be shoe-ins, so I'll have to work hard for a place &gt;&lt; I really hope to meet my korean friends there or sth if I have the chance to go (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got back my results. Yes, it was 3.47, but the comments I got were: "has yet to realize his full potential." I've gotten the same comments for the past three years. Next year I'll shine. I hope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[random] HOLY COW JEREMY DANCED NOBODY LIKE THE WONDERGIRLS OMG xD [/random]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay extra pictures I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSqqSDOgn8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/XQqK2405dJ0/s1600-h/photo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSqqSDOgn8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/XQqK2405dJ0/s320/photo11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272213540871118786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YiZuo and DongYeun (Heather) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSqqhd6EtvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/so4N4A7kijU/s1600-h/photo12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSqqhd6EtvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/so4N4A7kijU/s320/photo12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272213805731198706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuenHyung... and a frozen waterfall (like wtf, how did the water freeze while flowing O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I'm running out of random photos ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3448885368694243552?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3448885368694243552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3448885368694243552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3448885368694243552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3448885368694243552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSqqSDOgn8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/XQqK2405dJ0/s72-c/photo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-8506774871803611727</id><published>2008-11-23T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:35:16.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to suntec city to get my sis a new phone. Then somehow ended up in the AFA. (anime festival asia) Lol. So many cosplayers. I was almost laughing my head off. Seriously. People should never mix manga/anime with real life. You'll find yourself insane when brought to extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot be bothered to post much, because I'm busy re-mending my heart. That I left in Korea. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seung Ju: Do you know many people in the class miss you?&lt;br /&gt;Chae Yeon: We miss you all so much.. it's going to be quiet in our class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like crying when I read these messages. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the video of me (and the imba singers) has been posted up on greg's facebook acc. I did way better for the performance, so yes, pardon my noobness &gt;&lt; and please, remember that it is just a recording, so the actual voices of the singers are way better than that. Which goes to prove how imba Hani and Hyun Ae are &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CSIA x RI forever &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Oh wait Yiheng posted up some pictures... damn hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmFYWavgqI/AAAAAAAAALc/kzNAURxGERs/s1600-h/photo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmFYWavgqI/AAAAAAAAALc/kzNAURxGERs/s320/photo9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271891492194976418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the back 5 posing for bimbo photos. SCREAM! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmFYGD2M1I/AAAAAAAAALU/lSCp2iTxlMI/s1600-h/photo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmFYGD2M1I/AAAAAAAAALU/lSCp2iTxlMI/s320/photo8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271891487803978578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo which never fails to make me laugh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmF23OWS4I/AAAAAAAAALk/9xkeGH-z0H8/s1600-h/photo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmF23OWS4I/AAAAAAAAALk/9xkeGH-z0H8/s320/photo10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271892016397437826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me boys, no horseplay on the bus... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. One thing's for sure - It'll be a long time before I can get over this pain. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSIA is the love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-8506774871803611727?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8506774871803611727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=8506774871803611727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8506774871803611727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/8506774871803611727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSmFYWavgqI/AAAAAAAAALc/kzNAURxGERs/s72-c/photo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-616409942573790755</id><published>2008-11-22T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:58:29.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Last minute found some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg3015hvzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DyozZKO3cIM/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg3015hvzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DyozZKO3cIM/s320/photo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271524744798256946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, Me, Yuen Hyung (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg30YqX3mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uMUb9iOSY9A/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg30YqX3mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uMUb9iOSY9A/s320/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271524736950066786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and Ah Hyung (she was my buddy for one day, because something was wrong with the buddy list i think. Anyway, if you found her familiar, yes, she was the one JiaXing was flirting with. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg305ZNW8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/K3FzHw7OtGg/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg305ZNW8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/K3FzHw7OtGg/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271524745736444866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hyung, ChangSun, Yonghan, JiYoung. 2 things. Firstly, JiYoung looks much better in this photo as compared to the previous one i posted, where she was looking away. 2nd thing - ChangSun is not touching anything. (I hope) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg4t2I4eOI/AAAAAAAAALE/zN21Mf0Eapw/s1600-h/photo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg4t2I4eOI/AAAAAAAAALE/zN21Mf0Eapw/s320/photo6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271525724115204322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Greg, again. Eh. OOPS. Did I ever, ever forget to tell you guys that it snowed there! :D Yeah I guess we were lucky to see snow at this time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg4t9X8MyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j1gECDyEU4M/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg4t9X8MyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j1gECDyEU4M/s320/photo5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271525726057411362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Greg's buddy, Amber, doing a jump shot. (Dang I forgot to take off my jacket, like rofl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg4tTCcQAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UnBJzMIE034/s1600-h/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg4tTCcQAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UnBJzMIE034/s320/photo4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271525714692947970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masks we bought from lotteworld. Believe me, one of them is me. xD We look like super awesome. Avant Garde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg5tLEvZRI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ywzexy0jd4s/s1600-h/photo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg5tLEvZRI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ywzexy0jd4s/s320/photo7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271526812066735378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChangSun and Jeysng. Emoness does go to some extremes, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol okay. I hope there are more pictures and videos uploaded soon. Thanks Greg, my uhm, great, popular and vocally talented roommate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-616409942573790755?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/616409942573790755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=616409942573790755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/616409942573790755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/616409942573790755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSg3015hvzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DyozZKO3cIM/s72-c/photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-433563147605565393</id><published>2008-11-22T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:02:03.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. A thing I forgot to mention about CSIA yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their school song completely owns ours. Compared to theirs, ours seems like a... chant. LOL. There is even a rock version of their school song. Can you imagine the RI school song being played rock. &gt;&lt; ah well. I really wish to get a track of their school song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it'll take quite some time to heal, but inside me my heart is still crying. Lol. Everytime I hear "a whole new world" again, I feel happy and sad at the same time. Happy for the memories, sad for the realization of reality. It's such a terrible realization that you'll probably never meet them again. One thing's for sure: I'll prolly never see the 9th graders again, since they're moving on to high school. So that's goodbye to people like Mike, Yeni, MaRie, JiSu... oh HELL I cannot bear to do this. Let's keep our promises guys/gals. Someday, we'll meet. At the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. My hand's shaking whenever I start writing in my OIP journal. I really never expected myself to be so affected, but then again it's post OIP syndrome. Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot let myself get affected right now. Biz@sch interview on Mon (yes, I got in, albeit soloing the whole proposal), WYSC (I haven't even touched scrabble for a month. Wth) and IYPT. Life is getting tougher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley: 'It's never goodbye, it's always later'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can do to console myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you 8th graders at sg next summer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Btw, I cannot post any pics up until greg finishes uploading them in HK. Yeah ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-433563147605565393?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/433563147605565393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=433563147605565393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/433563147605565393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/433563147605565393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/right.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-3239073358646285088</id><published>2008-11-21T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:00:27.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Korea after 12 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this lingering pain in my heart whenever I think of the 8th and 9th graders ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, CSIA was fantastic. The guys were really fun, the girls were really sweet, and the teachers were very hospitable. The sadness of parting is inexpressible, and even though the tears won't come my heart is crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start, but I shall try to post something vaguely coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSIA, or CheongShim International Academy if you didn't know, is one of the top schools in Korea. They have a total student population of only 600 students, 100 per level (middle school and high school is combined, which is like RI - RJC combined). That means that only the brightest people gather there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: The girls have cute uniforms. [/random fact]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lifestyle wise, they are really hardcore. They study from 8am - 9.30pm, and have lights-out at 2am. Oh btw, all of them stays in the dormitory and goes back on weekends. Yeah as I was saying, their lights-out is at 2 and they have to wake up at 6. &gt;&lt; yeah it's quite hectic there, but they still have their fun. Somehow or rather, they can find enough time to play basketball, soccer, baseball etc. Oh yes, on the topic of sports, they do not have CCA's because they have to study so much. Rather, they have taekwondo lessons, in which everyone (even the girls) have to graduate with a blackbelt. Also, it is compulsory for all of them to be able to play at least one instrument. In other words, they are all rounders, each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the next paragraph is going to be about the really wonderful korean girls there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY talented. I was working with them on a joint song performance (yes I can sing, surprised much?) and honestly I think that they can sing better than the original singers. Quotes Sheryin: "I listen until I want to cry". Yes, that's how good they are. Even Greg (antono, the Rafflesian spotlight runner's up) is only normal compared to them. And none of them ever had any training in singing before. Which makes it all the more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dance is just... wth. Someone should really upload the video of them dancing. They imitated step up 2 perfectly, and really, they are freaking hot. Sexaye! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention their hospitality. Lolz. Yeni (some 9th grader, yuenhyung's buddy) was damn funny. D &amp; D &amp; D clique, she took the last one. Dumbest xD MaRie (Bennah's buddy) was quite fun as well, and uhm, so was SeohNa, ChaeYeon, SuHee (okay dammit the list goes on). Basically, all the 9th and 8th graders (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just awesome. In sports, hospitality, everything. Harry, my 8th grade buddy, is like some pro in all kinds of sports. Lol. Soccer, basketball, table tennis etc. Then we also have Wesley, the king of bullshit. I totally miss you guys so much. Come to singapore next year!!!!!!!! YOU'LL LOVE IT (although it's a bit the warm xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, pictures! (By the way, I realize my post is very incoherent, since I'm posting at 2am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbuMTkUKYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pjXP1eyxwVw/s1600-h/SANY0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbuMTkUKYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pjXP1eyxwVw/s320/SANY0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271162309062175106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CheongShim! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbupDr1vnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/elfMlfHQgxo/s1600-h/SANY0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbupDr1vnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/elfMlfHQgxo/s320/SANY0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271162803014975090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road at CSIA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbvwn0e7CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ucJ2i6Vt_Ac/s1600-h/SANY0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbvwn0e7CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ucJ2i6Vt_Ac/s320/SANY0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271164032485616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Ant, my roommate :D (insert fangirl screams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbwG9b2KaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0HwyBglIhW4/s1600-h/SANY0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbwG9b2KaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0HwyBglIhW4/s320/SANY0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271164416244984226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley (Kyo - Jun), aka King of bullshit and Brandon Yap playing chess (lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbwfn64CzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ciPkWafnf2w/s1600-h/SANY0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbwfn64CzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ciPkWafnf2w/s320/SANY0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271164839966280498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeni (left) and SeohNa posing. Lol. FUNNAYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbxvpzdCGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2bF5q-Dwe2A/s1600-h/SANY0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbxvpzdCGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2bF5q-Dwe2A/s320/SANY0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271166214861555810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiYoung (left), MaRie (center) and ChaeYeon (right). You can also vaguely see DongYeun behind MaRie's head lol. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbw1m6QQII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m6E4sb_zXt8/s1600-h/SANY0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbw1m6QQII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m6E4sb_zXt8/s320/SANY0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271165217652359298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akshay and Kyojun (Again), Cosplaying lols =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSb2sQ4DgDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8k7tI1WXPhw/s1600-h/KoreaOIPpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSb2sQ4DgDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8k7tI1WXPhw/s320/KoreaOIPpic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271171654188498994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front row (left to right): Hani (imba singer), some retard, Hyun Ae (cute and funny but still imba singer)&lt;br /&gt;Back row: Davin, Sheryin, Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSb2hUIn25I/AAAAAAAAAKM/LUFpA71SSeg/s1600-h/KoreaOIPpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSb2hUIn25I/AAAAAAAAAKM/LUFpA71SSeg/s320/KoreaOIPpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271171466084735890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name in Korean... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all that I can be bothered to update for now. There'll be a lot more pictures! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-3239073358646285088?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3239073358646285088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=3239073358646285088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3239073358646285088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/3239073358646285088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-finally-back-from-korea-after-12.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kVYQHbfc1cQ/SSbuMTkUKYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pjXP1eyxwVw/s72-c/SANY0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-95776019992529964</id><published>2008-11-09T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:19:58.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmm. Today's post may be a bit emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this. After reading fate/stay night, I picked up an interesting quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wish to always be able to protect your loved ones and save them from death, you are being ironic, for being able to save them means you want them to be in danger".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxical, nonetheless true. Put someone else in danger so that you are able to be a hero - that sounds bad, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Next issue. Nothing to do with fate/stay night, but I assure you it is something truly magical in essence of storyline and complexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is taking away all the meaning in love. That's the other thing I was pondering on. With the flick of a hand, you can see contacts worldwide, you can know what each and every one of your friends are doing. However, it is precisely because of this technological advancements which people used to believe that would make life more convenient that the human race is facing their demise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the psychological impacts. Now that people are so transparent (as in, you can see through just about everything their doing), there is a mindset of "hey, I need to know what he/she's doing, so that I can blahblahblah. Afterall, information is power". Compare that to those days where the telephone wasn't even invented, where lovers kept on thinking about their partners, cherishing every moment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention how superficial relationships can be now. Whimsical attitudes are being spurred on indirectly with this convenient changes. Go out to the streets, help someone, most of them reply, "Hey, thanks, I like you." and so forth. Imo, that's really abusing language use. Ever wondered why the divorce rate is going up so high in the frequent years? Impulsive, whimsical, call it whatever, you get back to the same problem. Certain examples I can name offhand: People marrying cos of maplestory and a recent one, where people should be allowed to marry anime/manga characters. (All of them were reported in the newspaper, so yes, they aren't fiction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after all that (random?) emoing, I shall post on better stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did nothing much. :D (so much better right. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tmr... I'm going to Korea! 10th - 22nd, which means my blog will be dead unless I have internet access &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. I don't know why, but I'm not excited. Somehow I seem more worried. Over something else, which I'm not even sure why I'm worried of. Perhaps it was the dream a month ago? Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, my last post before I go of to the wintry land of Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and take heart, everyone! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-95776019992529964?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/95776019992529964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=95776019992529964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/95776019992529964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/95776019992529964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7905109787087968258</id><published>2008-11-08T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:18:37.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah. So tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science club outing! Was fun. :D haha there was so much stuff. But the only things I can remember now are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I beat Barry at buzzer (albeit it being unfair) xD&lt;br /&gt;2) I made lots of lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;3) I ate a lot ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think if I post anymore of my lame jokes up here, people will stop coming. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, 2 days left. Better go packing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7905109787087968258?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7905109787087968258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7905109787087968258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7905109787087968258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7905109787087968258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-7668658899030959215</id><published>2008-11-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:47:17.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-ed alot today. Made tons of lame jokes, pickup lines, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played fatal/fake on Davin's com. Lol. Keeps getting own ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay example of lame joke: &lt;br /&gt;A rich kid forgets to bring his wallet and borrows 5 bucks from a friend. Then he never returns it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;"Because 5 dollars is NOTHING TO HIM".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Aiyah. If only I spent more time thinking about physics/astro then lame jokes =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner was at Vivo... with HH, KLL, SAL and Gillian... turned out to be more or less an IYA meeting. -laughs- HH, you suck. Keep saying want to say the stuff in korean then never say. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I forget to mention I learnt a hell lot of korean these 3 days xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I finally changed my spectacles. YESSSSSS. No more falling off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's about all I can random out now, bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-7668658899030959215?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7668658899030959215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=7668658899030959215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7668658899030959215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/7668658899030959215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-quite-fun-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-1069563078019938456</id><published>2008-11-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:22:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was much more (random) fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. We actually could do the dance. Even though it looks flopsy to me xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuggets from the snack stall ownz macs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm... i suppose that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-1069563078019938456?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1069563078019938456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=1069563078019938456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1069563078019938456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/1069563078019938456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-much-more-random-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058775615905754493.post-6526887356772598276</id><published>2008-11-05T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:31:51.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting held at knife point by insane parents isn't going to get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck does this always happen to me. Trying to do business@sch = playing games? I'm stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, OIP today was random. We have to do some really weird korean dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up the link when I get to use a proper com again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058775615905754493-6526887356772598276?l=whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6526887356772598276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3058775615905754493&amp;postID=6526887356772598276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6526887356772598276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058775615905754493/posts/default/6526887356772598276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthetimecalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-held-at-knife-point-by-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>a tired teenager</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
