<?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-19088230</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:50:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the life we are currently leading...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5813900411713101762</id><published>2010-01-01T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:56:35.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from clique outing. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to ECP to cycle. Then went to Jielin's house to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun, especially photo taking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my feet has blisters now it doesn't really matter much. ("wah so 感动 worzXzxZX")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few moments of 2010 has been spent with the clique. And we broke a lot of record, for example me receiving the first swear word of 2010 *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 6th year running that we have known each other. Hopefully every year we will be able to celebrate every new year together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now, the first post of 2010. I eat hor fun because I am 烦 hehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5813900411713101762?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5813900411713101762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5813900411713101762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5813900411713101762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5813900411713101762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3798414841301050437</id><published>2009-12-27T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:15:11.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just glanced through my contact list. Only a primary school friend is online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay there are 2 more online, but I don't really know who the hell they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rest of you conspired to appear offline all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the time now is 9.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing people will ask is, how come you wake up so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice my friend. As you can see from my facebook, some asshole is bloody drilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started at 9am I think. I woke up at 9.08am. Then he drilled for 5 minutes. And he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started drilling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Seriously whats wrong with the guy upstairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my expletives but THAT BITCH UPSTAIRS REALLY SHOULD TAKE A LOOK AT THE FUCKING TIME, ITS ONLY 9 AM IN THE MORNING AND HE'S DRILLING?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops. Maybe he's kind hearted and he wanted to wake everyone up for church. Or maybe for tai ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't think that there are people who don't go to church, and people who don't do tai ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm at 10am. Now I can eat my breakfast way before that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I heard my neighbour's baby crying like mad. Looks like it isn't only me being the affected party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I didn't want to blog so soon (I only did yesterday!), but this thing has forced me into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Now he's bloody knocking using a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3798414841301050437?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3798414841301050437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3798414841301050437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3798414841301050437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3798414841301050437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_27.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5574984091251336929</id><published>2009-12-26T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:51:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am not going to wish everyone a Merry Christmas because apparently Alicia Tee reminded that its Boxing day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just a belated Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had my busiest day of the week on Thursday. The clique had steamboat, and being the only guy living at Sembawang (and of course kind hearted), I went to Jooinlee's house to pick up the steamboat stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met JJ and we went to Sun Plaza to get the gifts for the annual exchange. Both of us got weird gifts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we were walking around and thought of buying barbie dolls, those small shoes that babies wear, and other weird weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked past a stall by the side, and saw it has unique items. The stall was selling women wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a small box, the picture on it was like a push-up bra or something of that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being very shy I just stood there and waited for the auntie to come to us. Then she asked what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to that, and asked how much it cost. 30 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny worxZxsdzx, 30 bucks for a joke Christmas gift is really too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I got an electric fan, whom Wai Kuong got it, and JJ got himself a piece of cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't know whats the name of it, but its something that you can hang it at your door. Like a door curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the fan at $8.90, he got it for $7.90, both are well within the budget. Seriously he should have bought the same as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we met the rest at Macs, and then we went to Yuhyan's house for the steamboat and stayover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after settling down and exploring her house, the guys went to get more food for the steamboat. Lots of fun on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the food everyone went down for frisbee! It was fun but unfortunately it was ended prematurely because the frisbee crashed into some vomit on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we ate, and exchanged the gifts. I got Zong Qin's extra large pen. The pen is very huge (read this sentence very quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Wei unfortunately got JJ's gift. Thinking back if I ever bought that push-up bra thing, WK would have been very suay LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a while Joannas had to go and Yuhyan and me went to bring her to the MRT. On the way back JJ and WK joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt dirty so I went back home to bathe and facebooked for a while. Then when I went back there they told me that the glass on the table cracked because it was too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I missed all the fun. Anyway those who can't stayover were going home and I brought them to the MRT again, along with the steamboat equipment because I am going to Jooinlee house with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To return the steamboat equipment. Don't anyhow think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was weird because her sister's friends were there and I was sitting there alone watching TV while Jooinlee bathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started asking me weird questions. How old I am, how I am related to her, am I chasing her, what am I doing there etc -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think they are a really friendly bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So surprisingly we left for Yuhyan's house after just 15 minutes I think. She said that the normal time to bathe was half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she really saved me because 15 minutes worth of weird questions is really not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we watched funny stuff on the net, and played the game '99', and by 5 I think I was sleeping already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were saying I can't last after 2. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up at 11 plus I think. Then yuhyan brought us our breakfast prepared by her mum which was toasted bread with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was thinking eating bread with cheese sucks, but after having the first bite I was pretty amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either my mum doesn't know how to make a cheese sandwich or yuhyan's mum simply rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I moved really a lot that day and that day was my most hardworking for clique gathering. Usually I just lazed around like a fat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/88/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/88/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SzXpvlVDwhI/AAAAAAAAANY/EAK7eCgamnE/s1600-h/fat+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SzXpvlVDwhI/AAAAAAAAANY/EAK7eCgamnE/s320/fat+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419494730293821970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet Sugar, Yuhyan's cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because this time its at Sembawang and I wanted to be a good host, not to throw Sembawangers' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know during the night I was waiting for my family's call because my dad told us to be on standby. He might be coming to bring us to Orchard road for sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it only happened yesterday night. We went out, and had supper at Newton circle and only reached home at around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wondering how come I can only come out so late is because my dad is a taxi driver, and if by chance he's near our area he can bring us out. And his is the graveyard shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means you can see him driving along Lim Chu Kang at 3am. Spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this rounds up my Christmas. Boxing day is borrrrrring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5574984091251336929?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5574984091251336929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5574984091251336929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5574984091251336929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5574984091251336929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_26.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SzXpvlVDwhI/AAAAAAAAANY/EAK7eCgamnE/s72-c/fat+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2701112592497048842</id><published>2009-12-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:26:10.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow finally had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright last week was totally off, we had our annual basketball camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from Monday. We were supposed to be meeting at 7am, but I arrived at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially because I wanted to go to the polyclinic to have a X ray. But due to several misunderstandings I didnt went in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing is, when I stretched my back, I feel normal. Then when I carried my camping stuff to the school the back pain came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Seriously at that point of time I really thought that my back injury had a relapse. Like during sec 2/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I did those stretching, one of them is taught by the camp excel guy, coincidentally the exercise is also introduced by my physio guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll* The Cobra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay they say that this is also taught in yoga. Me doing yoga. Sounds gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I always thought yoga is gay. But now I have no choice but to use a gay way to relieve my pain. How gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I actually meant gay as happy. Never mind if you got the wrong one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stretched a bit and waited for TPJC to come :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won. Its a good feeling to have people cheering you on by the sides. I think I scored quite a lot, maybe eighteen points hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we won 82-68. Our first home game, we won and everyone was happy. Then we lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. My back pain was slightly better, but I got a bruise on my thigh. While doing a layup someone knocked me in the thigh using his knee. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment there's a freaking sharp pain that I had to hobble to the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I couldn't sleep well and its hard to move around. I had to limp from one place to another :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. The next day the bruise was better. I thought the heat rub helped a lot. But I was having trouble running and shooting the ball, and there's a match against CJC in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I played, and scored 8 points with 4/5 shooting :D In the end we won 68-63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was soooo tired that I slept through the refereeing course :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we had training in the evening, which I sat out halfway because the pain was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we watched zombie land, and had an early night at around 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day, and after the morning run (which I sat out also), we had breakfast. Then we went to the hall for a course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conducted by yours truly. The first aid course. Seriously I was quite nervous but luckily I prepared and was quite humorous I think, even the teachers LOLed :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily no one fell asleep. But the thing is the items in the first aid box is so little, and I took only 10 minutes to go through everything. After teaching them how to cure sprains and common basketball injuries I really had nothing to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an impromptu Q&amp;amp;A session. They asked me questions at first, and after that I asked them back. Whoever gets one question correct gets one chicken wing at the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rushed Q&amp;amp;A. Very random prize. Before the whole session the excos suggested buying sweets to reward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its okay. At least at the end their spirits are high and that is the most important thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was the 3v3 tournament, and after that we lunched and prepared the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the seniors are coming back for the BBQ cum testimonial match. In the end we lost 102-66 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a terrible margin. But they were really pro. Like damn. I might be quite big sized against other players, but I went in like a mouse. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and pivoted and can't find an opening. And they were very physical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my worst match of the camp, shooting 2/10, scoring 5 points. Okay still it looks normal if you compared to our top scorer who only had 12 points. And I had 7 rebounds also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its still disappointing to have a 20% shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end everyone sat down to eat their food, we didn't eat much, because of the large number of seniors that were present. In the end we joked that we paid 20 bucks (which is the camp fee) to feed the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I managed to get 3 hotdogs, a plate of bee hoon, and a couple of crabsticks. Still not bad I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them went to sleep, I played ball till around 3am plus. By that time my sole is damn pain and I have to limp to the showers. I almost did the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we cleaned up and went to have lunch. Then at night we had steamboat at chongpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not bad, really. 20 bucks and I ate quite a lot. Bruce ordered pig brain and while eating, he realised that the insides are uncooked. Wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena pwned big time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all for Terence and his adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I haven't done any work yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2701112592497048842?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2701112592497048842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2701112592497048842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2701112592497048842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2701112592497048842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5038799010094828373</id><published>2009-12-12T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:09:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I have nothing to do, so I am here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or other people aren't interested in blogging anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember in PHS times blog surfing was one of the best hobbies. Like ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many people have deleted their blogs, and I am here watching my brother play Wolfteam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I told myself to start work today, but I haven't done so. Maybe I will read some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are boring, when you have nothing to do. Or don't want to do. Like studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you see I am bored to the max, I think whatever that I typed just now was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright for a short announcement I am not going to be online for around four days next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball Camp. And I haven't researched on the First Aid stuff that I am supposed to, because I will be giving a talk on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I am quite suitable for the job. For one, I get myself injured all the time and it will really help :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we had a friendly against Yishun Sec. You might think since its secondary school we should win, but unfortunately it went otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time I played so much. My first game was against Innova JC, and I was like a calefare, only appearing for like less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was because losing was obvious and the coach wanted to give us an opportunity to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well I did touch the ball once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two friendlies before Promos, and I didn't get to play because I had a sprained ankle. 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this friendly I sprained my ankle again, but I told myself I need to play. Watching them play isn't any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in sports gear, running around, playing against the opponents, while you are in school uniform, watching them owning people, or maybe getting owned, the feeling simply sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did okay against Yishun Sec. Fourteen points and nine rebounds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure but I think I scored the most for my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach must have ran out of compliments because whenever he subbed me out of play, his only words are "Terence, good play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repeated it for like 4 times. Not that it isn't good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will be having our camp, and TPJC will be coming on Monday. On tuesday CJC will be coming, and on the third day there will be a testimonial match between alumni-s and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only concern is my ankle, and of course the First Aid course. In addition whether I have enough underwear, or clothes to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be just fine if these are settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study! (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5038799010094828373?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5038799010094828373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5038799010094828373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5038799010094828373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5038799010094828373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_12.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-771860305507119678</id><published>2009-12-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:44:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a haircut with Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my way I think I saw the Shi Hui from 5N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while walking past PHS, and waiting for the traffic light, I felt something on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot. Bird Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I can't believe I am so suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went PHS and clean it up. Meanwhile we saw Tan Bak Boon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny. He asked me if I was a Christian or Buddhist. If I am a Buddhist I should buy some chrysanthemum and bathe with it. To get rid of the bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I rather think it as a God given opportunity to buy 4D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we saw YJC squash team I think, cos Josy was there :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I accidentally sprained my right ankle (again) while playing basketball. I landed on Zong Qin's feet and immediately felt the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am so damn suay. There's a friendly tomorrow, and there's a chance that I might miss it due to the ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still some pain though. But it feels better, more flexible and stuff. I think I am about 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can play well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Eh you all tag leh! Don't view and run off. My tagboard is dyinggggggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-771860305507119678?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/771860305507119678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=771860305507119678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/771860305507119678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/771860305507119678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_09.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4029201283853757078</id><published>2009-12-05T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T08:42:00.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I am one of the only 3 people that are online now in my contact list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8.15 am today. On a Saturday morning, I must be really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get myself to sleep. At around 2 I was on my bed. I think after half an hour or something I was still turning around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not all. I woke up in the middle of the night, probably 4 or 5 something. Too dark to check the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, maybe I am too excited already. I am going out later *sniggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather I think I was too hyper after training yesterday. Normally after training I will feel damn hot, like my body is burning. Even with the air condition on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday unfortunately, I got one of my most terrible and disgusting injury of all time. A blog to the throat, hitting my Adam's apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well why can't they change it to Eve's apple, or Man's apple, or in fact into another fruit like orange, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I think me and Yan Cheng were like jumping into the air for a rebound, and his elbow flew straight into my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. I instantly got choked. I am so afraid that my windpipe might collapse and I DIES :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, granted I still feel the pain now as I am typing this post, but at least my voice didn't turn out to be sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PW group members think that I have a deep voice. If this incident happened before OP maybe they will be very happy that I finally have a voice of higher octave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like those chao ah gua. Eeyer tao yan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that I am quite fine except for a bit of worn out skin on my index toes (if there's such a word). Not one, but both feet surprisingly. Two is really better than one (sacarsm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the first week of holidays, and I pretty much wasted all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - woke up at 2 :O , ate and went for training, home at around 8 and was too lazy to do anything afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- woke up at 12, ate and went for tuition. Too brain-sapped and lazy to do anything, thus went to play bball by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - woke up at 1, ate and went for training. Monday's cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - see Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - woke up at 12.30, ate and went for training at 3. Refer to Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I borrowed two books from the library, namely Gross News and Beyond 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO HYPERACTIVE THAT I FEEL LIKE JUMPING EVERYWHERE SO BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4029201283853757078?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4029201283853757078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4029201283853757078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4029201283853757078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4029201283853757078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-308001673355096996</id><published>2009-11-28T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:47:05.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I posted? I couldn't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a lot of stuff have happened these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thank god I promoted. But barely though. I got SEEDS. Maybe I can plant some fruit trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass for math and bio, subpass for chem and econs, and my best subject was GP surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I flunked the GP paper because my format was wrong for Paper 1. I was supposed to take a 3-2, for or against the motion, "Teachers are irrelevant in the age of technology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the fence for that one. The paper I thought I will screw, was my best paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how unlucky can I get, with triple 48 marks for PE namely chem, bio and econs. WTF Scrape pass also don't give me. Disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I got jitters when they handed out the result script. Mrs Sim was walking down the row (Janice lim lookalike). Then she commented on their results, like "subpaper, good luck!", "promoted~", and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So within the 3rd person in front of me I can hear whatever she says. So she said to Bryan, "Promoted." Then Kai Sheng was in front of me. She handed the slip to him, and said something like "aiya I don't need to say anything." Then she said "very good all promoted".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave the black face and looked at me. My pitiful innocent eyes staring into her cold, bloodshot glaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU AH! Promoted, but need to buck up okay!" Wah OMGOSHZWTFBBQRUBBERBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaked out can. But I didn't really get very nervous because I thought she wouldn't say, "all got promoted" in front of me, if I really didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered that time after exams, in chemistry lecture, she told me to "must pay attention in this lecture ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought maybe I promoted, but she thought I was too slack. Or I missed the mark, and she wanted me to pay attention for next year in J1. But anyhow I slept cos the lecturer was too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well over is over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will be having a great change in our teaching staff next year. Mrs Sim will not be following up for Chem, because of family commitments. Miss Aminah is uncertain. Ms Ong has retired abruptly from teaching, because of health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one left standing is Mrs Tan for Maths. And since Mrs Sim isn't our Civics Tutor anymore, according to rumours Mrs Tan will be taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying she isn't good, but I really prefer Mrs Sim. That day, it was her last day with us and Mrs Sim treated us breakfast, homemade pasta, and all sorts of pie and tarts. Even muffins. Seriously I am thankful for her encouragements, waking me up when I really need to. Literally and figuratively. Like when I sleep in classes. And when I really slacked too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I would like to thank her. Though I might not show it but I am very appreciative of her. Its kinda depressing when people like her can't teach you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her parting statement to me was not to sleep anymore and buck up. I will remember it. Oh well, at least I had her for my maiden year. Maybe if its other teachers I wouldn't feel so comfortable, because she really is a very dedicated teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am off to wipe my tears :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-308001673355096996?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/308001673355096996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=308001673355096996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/308001673355096996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/308001673355096996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8007165298700384039</id><published>2009-10-25T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:04:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your subtleties&lt;br /&gt;They strangle me&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;And all the wants&lt;br /&gt;And all the needs&lt;br /&gt;All I don't want to need at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star&lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;Your finding things that you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;I look at you with such disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little and&lt;br /&gt;Sorry won't make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own side&lt;br /&gt;It's better than being on your side&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault when your blind&lt;br /&gt;It's better than I see it through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Now you're the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends when darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight, just a little insight&lt;br /&gt;Won't make this right, it's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Insight,&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light it ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. What a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say its okay. I don't know. I can only pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous time you didn't want it, and you destroyed everything yourself. Of course I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now just after half a year suddenly you are considering options and all the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. Are we going to get close, and maybe you decide that you don't want it again, and the whole cycle repeats itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be arsed anymore. Its so fucked up. Not the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to ask you out soon. If my schedule and your schedule permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking is not a problem. Whether it will be through is a major one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you said yes maybe something will tweak in your mind, and I am sent crashing down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe its just a primary school get-together, and I am really the special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope hope and hope. Its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the courage honestly. The cons outweigh the pros. And I really dreamt about what happened. I woke up feeling dejected and alone, like a rose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I talk I have to consider if this is something that will screw me up. Some little things that you do ultimately screw me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to let you know this screwed me up badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8007165298700384039?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8007165298700384039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8007165298700384039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8007165298700384039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8007165298700384039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2464168712430457765</id><published>2009-10-20T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:50:40.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I have give myself some targets, and one of them is to blog after promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my exams ended on Friday. The previous 3 days was senseless playing. On Friday just after the paper we went to celebrate Budifatty's birthday at Eighteen Chefs. Then, we took a TEAM BUS (HAHA) down to the nearby court, and the trip was pretty funny because Donovan's badminton vice captain was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway while trying to head a particular ball the ball landed on my specs, and caused a scratch (again). Well of course its out of shape, and maybe I am going to change the frame tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am wearing my cute army specs. And I really look like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not be having school till Thursday, and those two days left on the week are post exam activities. Like PE stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit gutted that we didn't get dragonboat, I thought it could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway about promos. Econs was okay, hopefully passable. Bio was okay, though I missed out a few points in the essay, still hopefully passable. Maths was okay, hopefully passable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow everything is passable right? Wrong. Chem was a total disaster. A complete failure. I told someone that I cried while doing it, and the reply was, ''Wah you still can do? I cry already, but still continue crying because cannot do anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt help that I need around 56% to pass Chem. My daily work is screwed, and not because I don't do, its because I did, and got a lot of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have just copied everyone's work. Like what we did for Mr Tan CW homework. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is for my 56%, my teacher told me verbally since our PW group is marginally late because of a PW meeting. She refused to show our group for some reason. Hopefully she has a very kind mindset of trying to motivate me, since I just barely passed Chem during block test, and my friend told me that she took a look at the list and everyone's was less than 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the after-promos-things is visiting my grandparents. I haven't visit them since exams ended. Well, I wanted to go on Saturday, which is the next day, but suddenly my grandfather had complained of a leg-ache (if such a word exist), and I couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't get the reason. He can just sit there and I can talk to him. He doesn't need to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, I thought maybe I could go like today or Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday or something, my mum told me that there are news that my grandfather's leg is starting to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck (pardon the swear word, because its a major thing). First thing that came to my mind is diabetes. My grandmother has it, but a minor one, and can keep under control with medicine. I just hope my grandfather didn't get that since I believe they have been eating quite healthily. Like bland, but definitely not ice blended or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while playing games yesterday I remembered my mum picking up a call. Because right after that call she told me that my grandfather's leg has rotted already. Like worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialats man. For a moment I wasn't able to concentrate on my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning my mum called me (relax, its routine), and told me she's bringing my grandfather to the hospital. I was thinking, what the fuck, now then bring. When he started having signs, he should be whipped into a ward already. He said hes experiencing pain now, which is quite different case already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing to the tune of One Republic's Apologize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:comic sans ms,papyrus,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to hospitalize&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to hospitalize&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is epic. Another work of genius from Terence Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me that, all my aunts and uncles, have work commitments, and they couldn't bring him to the hospital today. So my mum who needs to go to the Eastern part to work everyday, is bringing my grandfather to a hospital today. And she told me to be 乖 and not to cause any more trouble for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm okayy sometimes only mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, this totally killed off my respect for my relatives. When their dad is in trouble they rather put up a 'Busy' sign, because of work, because of blah blah. Seriously fuck you. Like my parents don't have work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am wondering if my mum don't go today, my grandfather's leg will rot rot rot rot rot rot, like worse than pudge in dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think family is darn important. Especially parents. Even though they can scream at you, etc, but they still love you. Like my mum who sometimes totally killed me and still prepare the dishes I like to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get the logic of just sacrificing work for a day, and just carry on the work tomorrow. Granted there might be schedules, due dates etc, but its just for a day. Request for a 1 day leave. Is that very difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will do it. I thought for everyone its first priority. I have to think twice now. Now I am thinking they are probably just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally disgusted. Considering they all live at the eastern part, they need someone from the northern part to go. Or maybe they want him to die soon, to get the treasure chest underneath his bed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thats the case I am gonna commit homocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good day today, but it has been ruined by such terrible news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2464168712430457765?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2464168712430457765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2464168712430457765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2464168712430457765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2464168712430457765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_20.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1784597890653958102</id><published>2009-10-01T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:46:40.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I didn't go to school on Wednesday. Which is yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because something terrible happened. I got a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone gasps in shock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, this time its real. I am REALLY not bluffing. To quote Derek, I REALLY have a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how convincing I am, you all will still doubt me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the mio tv guy came today and fixed it. So now I changed my crap modem, have mio tv, which the main focus will be the Uefa Champions League :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my speed is upgraded to 15mbps. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those who wanna come my house and watch the Champions League can stay overnight already YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat hope. Obviously my mum won't allow. Okay maybe for 1 person, but seriously a big group is going to kill everyone in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you hear goal goal goal goal goal goal goal goal goal. If its a repeat like the Moscow Final I think not only my family, my neighbours are going to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today the guy stayed for 4 hours. Which was pretty long. And the poor guy is rushing to another appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't look like a student. He asked me if I am one. And when I told him I didn't go to school because I am sick he gave the -OMGWTFBBQIGOTPWN- face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I explained to him he was like chey~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while I went to play basketball. Hey, stomachache doesn't affect your body right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I picked up a knock on the side of my knee. Its bruised :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think whenever I play I am bound to have some injury. Sometimes to my face, legs, and maybe fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before the previous while playing, I stepped on Derek's shoes while trying to drive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack. I spent the whole morning trying to get rid of the pain. Didn't really helped when we walked around, went to play LAN, and playing basketball again at the PHS Family Day thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ah-neh watched us play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that week the swelling ankle came back. The pain was slightly niggling, but manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day after taking my afternoon nap, I climbed out of my bed and stood up with relative ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah. God loves me man. Though the swelling was there (its still there now!) the pain was really very little. Close to no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday we went to celebrate Yanyi's birthday. And we also played basketball after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot jump very high, and when I land sometimes I feel weird. So I am shifting my weight towards my left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday I stepped on Budifatty's foot and almost got a sprain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks man. That kind of feeling whereby one wrong moment, and you can't carry on playing anymore. On that day that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling a bit shitty. As in wann' shittin' that k' of feelin', but no shittin' manz. And when my mum saw that I was playing games, she asked if I really have one, or just a mild one and use that as an excuse to not go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell. I was already preparing to go school until I felt that sudden pang of _____ (I am going to be honest, fill in the blanks yourselves because I don't know what to say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't feel that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am undecided on whether should I watch the Man Utd VS Wolfsburg. Its like 2 more hours more. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying. Every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY EVERYONE. NO SCHOOL FOR ME TOMORROW HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1784597890653958102?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1784597890653958102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1784597890653958102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1784597890653958102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1784597890653958102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2612577347371177597</id><published>2009-09-13T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:26:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after today, its the end of the holidays. This holidays I only did some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, 1 week is seriously not enough. Maybe they should make it like 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had a very eventful day. The guys, 17 of us I think, went to The Cage at Kallang to play football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah,  its a long time since last year that so many people came to play together. It was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up with a cut on my arm because of Lun Fei's watch. And a brusied knee by Derek. And a few muscle aches, especially at my butt. When I change positions while sleeping, I have to do it very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its getting better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a tradition to have this football thing every year. Hopefully the next time we have this we can break the 20 person mark. Which is very achievable, since Roy, Samuel, JJ, and some other people were not able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now my bro is cooking fried rice for his home econs. Hopefully when the whole family eats it, we will be like 'FWAH SO DELICIOUS' rather than groaning in the toilet because of a severe diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now while sleeping ( I just woke up by the way), I heard my mum shouting like crazy. She said something like, "你一直说你懂，可是其实你不懂!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot. I think that was meant for my brother. Maybe he put the rice instead of the onions and garlics first :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my blog is alive now, so tag if you are reading it! Have to mug now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my blog song. I think its very nice! The origin of the song is very touching, Rob Thomas' wife is currently fighting a disease. And he wrote this song reflecting the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Yes, don't think so lowly of yourself. Instead, everything you do is interlinked to my emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2612577347371177597?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2612577347371177597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2612577347371177597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2612577347371177597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2612577347371177597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-so.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1077769374559611581</id><published>2009-09-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:16:12.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brushes off dust and spider webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am back. Like millions of years after I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let's start with something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Vice-Captain of our school's basketball team. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go on to something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in a far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lived a guy named Terence Ong........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget that part. Sometime ago I went back to visit my grandparents. Lately I haven't found the time to visit them, because my current schedule doesn't permit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway that day I made some time to visit them. Then while alighting from the bus, I thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there is a very delicious chicken rice stall nearby. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered seeing somewhere that its Block 704, Bedok Reservoir Road. My grandparents are living at 713.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was a very good chance to explore around, and hopefully I can find it since its so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus my 'Chicken Rice Expedition' began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So initially I thought it was at somewhere near the Sheng Shiong area. I went there, and discovered that that area was actually Block 742 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah kena owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I turned back , and crossed the road. Upon crossing the road, it was like 712, which is just beside my grandparents'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought its deeper inside the car park, since after the car park, there is a block of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked and walked and walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah kena owned again. Right in front of me is like block 716, and further down the number is slowly increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay (quoting Chandra), wrong direction. Then I turned back again, and stumbled upon a 'Mama' shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked the Indian auntie who was manning the stall, who doesn't look like she remembered me, despite me buying so many ice pops during primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have became a suave young man, unlike her. Old and haggard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la I shall stop the personal insult. I am just pissed that she didn't remember me like after only a short time. Like 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said it was behind. I thought that this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really walked behind, and stumbled upon the back gate of my primary school. Damai Primary School. I was a prefect then (cannot believe it right!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked around. There isn't a lot of path to take. One is leading to a park, and behind the park was another estate. That was the place where my mum used to buy groceries from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked away from the park entrance, and towards the left. Slowly, I find myself at the car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!?! Kena owned X3 (times 3, not the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to bash the Mama shop auntie, because its okay if she didn't remember me, but she also lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like me, the Great Chicken Rice Explorer, has to go away empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked back to the back gate of Damai Primary. Beside it, was a very long route, without any cover. By then I was already a ball of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot give up. And even though the possibility of finding the delicious chicken rice is small, I decided to try. And I walked down the long stretch of pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the front gate of my school. While walking on the pathway I saw that my school hasn't changed one bit. The walls are still as ugly, a combination of orange, olive, and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting. Luckily I left the school while it was, literally blue (the walls were blue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached the school gate and looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH FOUND IT. I HAVE FOUND THE DELICIOUS CHICKEN RICE. *spastic laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had won it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked up the small flight of stairs, and walked near the coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my ex neighbour's mother, but she didn't really see me. Didn't care about saying hello or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I gotta get that, gotta get that, gotta get that chicken rice, that that. Boom boom boom... (courtesy of boom boom pow from Black Eyed Peas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw that there was a long string of people. The entire coffee shop was very crowded. Then I saw traced the long queue, and in the end it ended up with the chicken rice signboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was something like Sheng Ji chicken rice or something. You might think that how come I didn't queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue was like, out of the coffee shop. The string of people were like forming a very large maze, and then the end was like covering the entrance of the clinic beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be crazy to queue. If I queued, and they told me that they sold everything out, I might be forced to commit arson. Like burn down the whole coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end there was no choice but to leave. I was wondering if there are so many people eating that chicken rice, what about the stalls beside it. The crowd totally made it impossible to buy like lets say, fishball noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left, and walked back to the Sheng Shiong, because there's a not bad chicken rice there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so one big round, I am back to Sheng Shiong. I think I wasted an hour trying to figure out block 704.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me even more pissed, is that from the bus stop that I first alighted, I could have walked opposite the Sheng Shiong direction, and cross like a small junction, to reach THE VERY NICE CHICKEN RICE (though I haven't tried it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I took a whole big round, like around 1 km, taking an hour. Which I can just reach it in like 50m, using 5 minutes at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very pissfying. I think the next time I go there I am going to buy like 50 packets and store at home, slowly eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after buying I went to visit my grandparents. I knocked on the door, and I think my grandpa said, "Eh,没有去做工阿?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg either I heard wrongly, or he really thinks that I am my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe he thought that I went to work, because he's like asking if I am studying or working. Ho mah gawds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I am going to visit them this holidays. Because my grandfather has a bit of dementia, and I think if I don't go often, he might soon forget me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went was like dunno when. Maybe a few months. I have been too preoccupied with my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to make the time and effort to visit them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what bad luck, while bathing just now, I put my spectacle hooks in the sink. Unfortunately, one got washed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am currently dismantling the pipe to get it out. Okay just joking. I am gonna tell my dad to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not I have to waste three bucks, which could have gotten me THE VERY NICE CHICKEN RICE already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1077769374559611581?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1077769374559611581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1077769374559611581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1077769374559611581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1077769374559611581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahem-brushes-off-dust-and-spider-webs.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3614499111554689040</id><published>2009-05-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:16:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's starin' at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sittin' wonderin' what she's thinkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talkin' 'cause talkin' just turns into screamin'&lt;br /&gt;And now it's I'm yellin' over her, she yellin' over me&lt;br /&gt;All that that means is neither of us is listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's even worse?&lt;br /&gt;That we don't even remember why we're fighting&lt;br /&gt;So both of us are mad for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Nothin', crying for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nothing&lt;/span&gt;, no not for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nothing to a love like what we got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I know sometimes it gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can we make up now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't sleep through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gets me upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl when you're constantly accusing&lt;br /&gt;Askin' questions like you already know&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting this war&lt;br /&gt;Baby when both of us are losing&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the way that love is supposed to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, what happened to workin' it out?&lt;br /&gt;We've fall into this place&lt;br /&gt;Where you ain't backin' down and I ain't backin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what the hell do we do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, crying for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, whoa&lt;br /&gt;But we won't let it go for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, no not for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, this should be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to a love like what we got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I know sometimes it's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this love ain't gonna be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, perfect, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;And just how good it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can fuss and we can fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Long as everything's all right between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're gonna be happy, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know sometimes it's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;But baby, can we make up now?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wanna go to bed mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3614499111554689040?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3614499111554689040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3614499111554689040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3614499111554689040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3614499111554689040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-starin-at-me-im-sittin-wonderin.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8407758900618999452</id><published>2009-04-18T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:35:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, almost didn't blog for a month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err I have quite forgotten a number of things that happened. So maybe I will just cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now basketball training has become tougher. The seniors didn't want to repeat whatever happened last year, which caused them to be kicked out in the first round this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now we will be having 2 months of physical training. Running 2.4km every training is a must, followed by 5 sets of 20 of pumpings, crutches and squats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah after these I can barely stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its drills, like the slide feet drill, sprint drill, and suicides. Torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially they were saying for these 2 months we cannot touch the ball. But in the end apparently no one can take it, so we normally played training matches after the physical training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 5 till 8pm. Hmm I think after like 6 months of training, it will be a miracle if we didn't improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a Friday, normally we only have to go to school at 8.40pm. However it was an exception yesterday. Or maybe the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we will be having our morning runs in the morning to train our stamina. One round around the track, can only take 1.45 minutes. Total 8 rounds, for a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher emphasized, "for a start". This exercise is called intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time running it was okay, I got around 1.20 minute. But subsequently I got tired and for one round I got like close to 1.40 minute. The rest were like 1.30 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Save energy for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we did some layup drills, 5 dribble full court layup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ended the session. Fwah I was sweating like mad, even my underwear is soaked. And my fringe wasn't nice anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically shivering in the lecture theatre during Chem. With so many things to carry I looked like my country is at war and I have managed to escape the terrbile situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am having a sore throat right now. Actually for the past week. But now the sore throat irritated my throat and I have been coughing like mad. It still haven't subsided :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will be having tuition at Donovan's house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we were studying at Donovan's house after tuition. TBT came and something really terrible happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAa5EMjEWxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PAa5EMjEWxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;Description of the video: The time has come. The deafening roar echoed throughout the room. A monster, D, is unleashed. Out to create havoc in the mortal world, TBT and his fellow friends must try and stop him. This is an epic battle between good and evil. Can scrawny little TBT fight off the fierce, strong, but somewhat "gay" monster? Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Yours Truly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a very good example of being very stressed up. I think you guys especially Donovan will be sooooo dead when the YJC peeps know my blog. Muaahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Eh facebook is really so damn fun. Jialat I think I am addicted liao :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8407758900618999452?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8407758900618999452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8407758900618999452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8407758900618999452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8407758900618999452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3342058033347178310</id><published>2009-03-21T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:07:40.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am finally back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start please don't close this blog. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will start off with Bintan Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay but too slack. The food was okay, the toilets were okay (thank god).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially they brought us to the cubicles at a open field and told us that was ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cubicle was like, rusty all over, shit and urine all over the place, and the condition was so bad that I thought that I would rather bathe out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily that was the girls' one. Apparently the guy made a mistake, ours was at the other end. Our toilets looks like a resort's compared to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I didn't shit for 4 days. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the food was okay, I have to take 2 servings each meal because I was sooooooo hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the camp is that the campfire collapsed. And it rained. And a girl shared an umbrella with me. *Shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ran to our tents and grabbed our toiletries, and in the end we settled at the longhouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it was something like a half finished house, which was very big and long. The floor wasn't smooth, it was like they forgot to pave the cement, so there were rocks here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole lot of us, around a hundred plus, slept inside that longhouse. The others were at the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night they were chanting cheers like mad. One of them was, "YJC, ARE YOU HUNGRYYYYYYYY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit idiotic but I was practically a dead log throughout so it didn't wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was Tianwei's birthday 2 days ago. Jiani's was some day last week I think. Joanna's on March 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to airport to celebrate her birthday in fish and co. The funny thing was that we were shooting each other with the water gun that we took from Tianwei's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ate NY fish and chips again. The cheese was very nice. Donovan ordered peri peri catch I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The description was, catch of the day, plus rice and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering, what if, I emphasize WHAT IF, the catch of the day is high and mighty Ikan Bilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah, $15.90 for ikan bilis can eat until very shuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we were on the way to fish and co, and we saw a huge table with a lot of kids. Turned out that they were colouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan did something stupid. He koped the paper that was there for the kids to colour on. There was some sort of pattern carved in the table, so they put the paper inside the mould and colour it so that the shape will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed that the papers were of good quality and can be used as rough paper. So he came, he saw, and he conquered the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me not to blog about this. But it was against my principles, so MUAHAHAHAHA NO CHANCE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing was that we were shooting each other in the toilet, and a bangla cleaner walked in. Then he was like staring at us. So we gei gei washed our hands, and went out to the water cooler outside to load the water gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were refilling the gun he came out of the toilet to look at us again. His face was expressionless. But then he took out a sign and put it near us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caution, Wet floor." HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so damn funny because his face was absolutely priceless and the sign was bloody funny also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after emptying the water gun I went to refill it with Donovan, since he wanted to refill his bottle. So we went to the water cooler, and THE SAME GUY WALKED OUT OF THE TOILET AND STARED AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH I totally freaked out. I turned round and quickly walked away. Don was giving the -why are you running so fast- face and then when he came face to face with him, he knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while he came out and he said he was scared too, so he filled only half of his bottle only. Roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/ScTzuvVc-cI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DGV_1euiBDo/s1600-h/four+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/ScTzuvVc-cI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DGV_1euiBDo/s320/four+of+us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315641444510005698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Hong Kiat tried to scare Donovan, by putting on this hood. Funny thing is that he grabbed Donovan forcefully, looked into his eyes, and said, "I am your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the MRT to take a train. Saw familiar faces :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a train to Expo to find Wai Kuong who's working there at a Popular fair. We walked into the fair, and saw the place was quite untidy, and they didn't on the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that the fair haven't started and they were just unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to look at some sales going on at another hall, and after that went to soem mini food fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 扣肉饭 was damn imba. Personally I don't really like fatty food, especially 三层肉，扣肉，pig trotters or whatever, but this one I have to make an exception. Don, ZQ and me were saying how well it taste, and ZQ even described it as 入口极化.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, especially Jiani were like chey, got so nice meh. Then when Jiani took a mouthful, her face changed. From a doubtful expression to some constipated/gek sai face. The face where I didn't shit for 4 days in Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 好吃对吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiani: *nods head furiously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/ScTzu9g17ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eqVKifHFc64/s1600-h/jiani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/ScTzu9g17ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eqVKifHFc64/s320/jiani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315641448315874706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekaboo! (Btw this was at Taste of Thai, on her birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought I don't know how to taste food. I am exceptionally picky when it comes to food, even though I gobble everything up. Like when I eat chicken rice, the thing that defines a good chicken rice is the chicken rice 的 rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I did the chicken rice thing on purpose. Anyway even if the meat is very tender but the rice don't make it, it is not a 好鸡饭.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I changed blog song. This song is, very emotional. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully your're not doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just tried some mask that my bro made. I think he took it from the home econs book. Its some cucumber and egg mixture. My face is like quite smooth, but I hope that my face will not become a big pimple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Biology block test coming up. Have to study. Be back when God knows when :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3342058033347178310?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3342058033347178310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3342058033347178310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3342058033347178310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3342058033347178310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/ScTzuvVc-cI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DGV_1euiBDo/s72-c/four+of+us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4698766099849174952</id><published>2009-02-25T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:00:44.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I haven't blogged for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, JC life is quite, stressful. I am quitting games forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have training 3 times a week. Each session ends at around 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tiring. And when I get home I cannot do anything much, at most complete the homework that is due the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was spent studying with the guys, with the surprised addition of Dorothy :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we were studying, I noticed an uncle, was like staring at me, while doing his stuff on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the guys, and Zong Qin messaged some sec girls, Xuting and Xiaoye I think, who were on the same table as the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were saying that the uncle super weird, keep staring at people, and did some irrational stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next half an hour, whenever I looked up to talk to Donovan, he will be there looking at my direction and staring. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the exciting part. When we were packing up and preparing to leave, I saw the uncle give a smile. Like 微笑 that kind. Then I was very shocked. Then now he flashed his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangs I mean. Fangs of a wolf, glistening teeth of a 怪叔叔!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cham liao. Why so suay. Kena target by some gay sex maniac. Tio TOTO 都没有这么准.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we quickly ran away after that, if not he might come over and ask for number liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have you wondered why did I blog today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't be seeing me online for the next few days. Off to Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the Indonesian island? Where a lot of people go there for holidays and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea we will be having an adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 4 day 3 night camp, and we will most probably be back on Sunday. And the freaking thing is that we have to report to school the next day. No exemption :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will enjoy my stay there and don't think too much. My left eye has been twitching for the past 2 days already. Hopefully its not a bad omen or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been very terrible for me. I have reflected on it. I apologise sincerely. I am really very sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4698766099849174952?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4698766099849174952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4698766099849174952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4698766099849174952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4698766099849174952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_25.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1672734886925635649</id><published>2009-02-07T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:19:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of orientation has finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was quite strange, because we don't know each other and everything is so unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I was thinking of going home and discuss the first day with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that screwed up on Day 1 is that they asked for our sizes for the camp tee-shirt, I put L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they freaking gave me an XS. So I look very buffed up, like some 肌肉男. On my first day somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have thought that I am some gay who especially chose smaller sizes to show off muscles -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ended up that I wore the shirt, and wore the PHS uniform on top of it. Pretty hot but the camp tee, which is a dri-fit shirt absorbed all the sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the sweat comes from my face, so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2. (I completely forgot what Day 2 was, need to check itinerary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we had dance. They teached us how to do the school dance. Which was quite fun. My dance partner is Fattyfel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kiat got saboed up on stage also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while playing games halfway someone walked to me and asked if I wanna join basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if Derek can go and he was okay with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Day 3 we trained until my legs were totally weak. 1st thing we did was a 2.4 run -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after training we still had a wee bit of energy left to buy the crystal ball :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 was fun, the Yishun amazing race. We covered like around 15km plus on foot. Which is like omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that we went crazy, the the guys went to play basketball at Sembawang MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I left at like 7 plus and had my own night activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 was the last day. The most fun day of all. Its the telematches :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did some running, playing catching in a large group of around 125 people, then we played captain's ball, and I was the catcher as always. Then we went for lunch, and after that was basketball/handball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some time for us to prepare the skit and our cheers. Our class had been shortlisted to perform for the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole prize giving stuff, we had BBQ. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodles is very nice. The pineapple rice is still okay. Then Derek and me went to play basketball with the 2 other guys that were in basketball also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked that if we lose we shall quit together. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we beaten quite a lot of teams that came, like around 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up losing by a ball against the Vice Capt's team. A team with school team players -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end went home and did some massage. You know, after the training, amazing race, the bball after amazing race, and the telematches, I almost couldn't stand today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily today was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will be starting lectures. Hopefully everything will be good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday training, Wednesday friendly. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHERYL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1672734886925635649?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1672734886925635649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1672734886925635649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1672734886925635649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1672734886925635649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5564548894081771152</id><published>2009-02-01T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:53:00.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't went out to buy things with the guys, because my mum's friends from Hong Kong are coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你好啊~    我是香港人啊~   很高兴遇见你们啊~  啊啊啊啊啊啊啊 in the Hong Kong accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly their child was only a bit shorter than me, because the last time I saw him was like 3 years ago, and he looked quite puny then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I don't understand Cantonese, I could only communicate with his father who knows only a bit of Mandarin. Other times I just smiled at whatever they say, or went into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine if they are scolding me, and I give that shy shy smile of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed for quite a while, and because of them, my mum cooked quite a lot of dishes. There were roasted duck, 药材鸡, assorted veggies, noodles, fried prawn, and pastry which is bought by my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt suanned my mum by saying the noodles were very soggy, not enough flavouring, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt the same. Not my mum's usual standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing is that they will compare each other's cooking, and give each other comments. But the comments they give are like suanning each other's cooking, like 在后面统一刀.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this morning I went to get the makeshift specs. Since it opened at 10.30am, I accompanied my mum to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought quite a lot of stuff. And the wet market is not as disgusting as that time when I went to as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my face is quite tanned from basketball, my specs is also black now, so everything will be orh lu lu :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite excited about tomorrow. The clique is meeting up. I am going to school with my brother. First time we are taking the same MRT wearing the same uniform leh. So cool :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5564548894081771152?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5564548894081771152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5564548894081771152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5564548894081771152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5564548894081771152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_01.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7331981902965042930</id><published>2009-02-01T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:51:29.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was clique chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, chalet at CNY period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun. We reached there around 2, had our pot luck, and went to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly this time's picnic is not like a failure that TEO JIA NI organised not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were very little or no chips. Most were food that can make you full, like cake (I bring one leh! 2 packet somemore :D), sandwiches, ham, bee hoon, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while we went to the beach, and after splashing water and stuff we played captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First match was BOYS VS GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon Keat, Hong Kiat, Jiajun, Wai Kuong, me and Zong Qin playing against Felicia, Jiani, Juinli, Jiaqi, Jielin, Tianwei, Yuhyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 10 minutes later we decided to have a mixed team -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was quite fun. Then everyone sat down and chatted, about first day of school, life after phs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to chalet, and decided to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played black and white to determine who will go and buy dinner, everyone chose black except Jiajun. (actually before that we paka hao liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ROFL I JUST DISCOVERED SOMETHING FUNNY. BLOG ABOUT IT LATER&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't want to go alone so together with Hong Kiat and me, we formed the 冒险队 that ventured out of Sentosa into Vivo to buy Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we thought since the card is valid for a day, we can go in and out, without  having to buy cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, after buying Macs, both of them were broke, so I paid for the 9 dollars that was needed for the 3 cards -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the end we ate our meals, and bathed. Bathing time was super funny, because while some of us bathed the other guys kicked open the doors. WCK kept kicking open my door -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bathed finished, its revenge time. WCK probably got raped by Felicia when she came ino the toilet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially a few of us were only looking at them playing, but the real fun begins when we began to pool our money to fight against the banker, which was JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn funny, we 跑 whenever its possible, and only play in guarantee win rounds. In the end in only a few exciting rounds, we manged to make JJ lose like around 12 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few real players, like Wai Kuong, WCK, Juin li, Jiaqi, Hong Kiat and Yuhyan. The rest were watching. In the end, everyone contributed a bit to Jiaqi, even those who were playing. In tht end we, the 大联盟 have around 6 dollars worth of bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a very cautious gambler, and trying to act cute, I placed my bet of 20 cents. And watched it grow to 40 cents. Then it grew again to 60 cents. Then we lost terribly, in the end I owed them a dollar :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily we threw in more coins and managed to win back more. JJ as effectively removed as the banker since he did not have enough left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With JJ out, its our turn to become bankers -.-  Hong Kiat 退出联盟, and we depended on Jiaqi's lucky hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end only Don, ZQ and me were pooling our money. Luckily we won a few dollars each and we quit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was In Between. Yuhyan is presented the most suay award of Sentosa chalet. From a stack of money, she lost until she cannot even buy the Kopitiam morning breakfast set of eggs, bread and teh c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the game me and Don were laughing like shit until the rest were quite pissed with us, and even the chalet guy also came to complain. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I fell asleep around 3 something. Then at around 5 plus WCk tried to shine his phone into my eyes to wake me up. But in my state of drowsiness I tried to grab his face for irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly there were a lot of chatterring, and I was woken up. Apparently they were talking about the posting results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH I searched for my phone but its gone.  It eneded up on the floor, hidden under some bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted to Yishun JC. So slowly everyone was awake standing by for the results. Sadly a few were disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke TBT up at around 6 plus to know about his posting. *MUAHAHAHHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he didn't wake up. But after half an hour I got a call from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everyone will be sleeping la -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we checked out at 10 plus and reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today played basketball at Sembawang. A very unfortunate thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SPECTACLES BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I have a spare specs, thats why I can blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am squinting like crazy just to type this whole post. And my face is like 15 cm off the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, everytime I play basketball I take off my specs. Today, it was on my bag, everything was going fine, suddenly a ball bounced on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched in horrow as the side flipped off like a grenade pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way to attach it and apparently I have to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have settled for a black specs with a greenish tinge at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spoilt one was used as a model as the guy tried to make a similar one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least I will have a spare one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since monday is school I told the guy to hurry as fast a spossible, by tonight or tomorrow night. But he called just now and said Monday latest :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he offered to use my spoilt specs' lenses to make a makeshift specs for me. So I won't so 辛苦.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kind of him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need someone with me when I cross the road. I almost got knocked down because I cannot see anything more than 20m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look like I am trying to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; diao&lt;/span&gt; people but I am not. With my eyes so small, having to squint will make me have no eyes at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's even worse than wearing specs. When I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wear specs and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diao &lt;/span&gt;people, my eyes will be still as small so they will think I am just looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The funny part has been deleted because I cannot 对得起 my own conscience. So it has been deleted :D.  I am so fascinated by his point of view and how he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crazy post, using 3 hours to type out. (not really after deleting that whole chunk :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7331981902965042930?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7331981902965042930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7331981902965042930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7331981902965042930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7331981902965042930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-6768517815834931965</id><published>2009-01-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:04:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 牛 year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除夕 I went to my grandparents' house quite early, and ate a VERY early dinner at around 4 plus I think. Surprisingly no steamboat because my 2nd Uncle and his family couldn't make it for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初一 I went to my grandparents' house again, this time we ate lunch, no steamboat again. But got hongbaos :D  Then went to two relatives' houses, and returned home. I went out at 10am, reached home at 6pm -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time spent is on the journey. We barely settle half an hour at a relative's house before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初二 My family went to my 1st Aunt's house. We were joined by my 2nd Aunt too. Finally we had steamboat. And shark's fin :D  My 2nd Aunt made some pie too. Inside there's ham, cheese, and some weird stuff. I think its called shepherd's pie or something. (actually I have been hesitating if its shepherd's pie, because later type wrongly let people laugh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初三 Is today right? Anyway went to basketball with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time's basketball is the highlight of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek and me were in different teams, and during one game we both jumped together for the rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy a rebound is when the ball hits the backboard and bounces back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we both jumped up and while landing his elbow smashed into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my lips and my nose. I was concussed. When I raised my head, a trail of blood was coming out of my nose. I opened my mouth. The guys stared in shock. Because my teeth was knocked inwards. My whole mouth was red with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he really did elbowed me in that area. The pain was overbearing. Like my nose is burning or something. First instinct was to check whether my teeth had fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it didn't, phew, no need to go for surgery. Next is to check whether my nose was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay didn't bleed also. No need to 整容.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told them to look for any signs of dislocation, 歪掉 all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly I felt that I had taste some blood or something. Turned out to be that my nose wall sort of bleed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am damn afraid of putting pressure onto my nose. Its like now I am scared of digging my own nose also la -.-  When I bathe I don't dare to slide my hand on my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I use my hand to move my nose up and down, there is like some bone cracking and stuff. I can feel them moving. Did I broke my nose or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it please. Tell me on the tag board,  what happens when you hold your nose and move around. Because if you all don't have those sounds I am going to see a doctor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 7 hongbaos from my relatives. Total 34 bucks. 我们是贫穷家族:(  Hopefully when we get to meet my father's friends, they will give more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright have to sleep early. Tomorrow there is a chalet going on at Sentosa with the clique, and this time its potluck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will play cheat by bringing chips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-6768517815834931965?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/6768517815834931965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=6768517815834931965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6768517815834931965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6768517815834931965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_28.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1385956938055806799</id><published>2009-01-24T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:06:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went back to school to watch the Chinese New Year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly quite a number of people went back, I thought we will only be the ones that are so kaypoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Zhi Heng, Eugene, and Weng Sun at the MRT, and saw more people inside the school :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids are moving into the hall I was standing at one corner trying to spot my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very funny, when Mr Sim told the class that they can get hongbaos if they answer the quiz correctly, he asked me for a chinese idiom book, because he wanted to memorize all the idioms related to 牛.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway unfortunately I couldn't find the book and he didn't get any hongbaos :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way he was elected the NE ambassador of his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think this position is crap. Its like you meet Samantha L once a year, and your job for the year is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we talked about my posts, especially class chairman for the first 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about how I tried to slack, and that chairman these days are more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered we need to collect keys last time, and lock the door if the class is going out. Sometimes during DnT or Home Econs, everyone will wait for me to open the door and that's damn stressed up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Sec 1 I don't really have a lot of friends. So I can only keep to myself, and I couldn't possibly tell Mrs Nath about it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the Vice Chairman needs to take attendance. And I have to help out too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if sometimes people are late I have to tell Mrs Nath again, if not his/her attendance for the day will not be counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the good thing about being Chairman is that it gives you exposure. Everyone in the class will so called 'know you', because you are the class chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because of that I get to make new friends, which is very important if not I will just fade away. Because I just moved from Bedok to Sembawang, and I don't even like to talk to my neighbours. Everything is very unfamiliar. So, I don't even see my primary school friends in the new school -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 classchairman was better. I was very bad, since Budifatty was my Vice Chairman, we decided to throw the attendance taking thing to Sijie who was the secretary :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Mdm Haq tells me to do something, I will think of a way to divert the task to others. Like collect money, call treasurer, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao I feel so guilty :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea when I told my brother this he was like OMFG BRO YOU ACTUALLY DID THAT!?!! SHO COOL WORZXSXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we watched the CNY performance at backstage. Then we were saying if one of us ran across the stage and shouted "Happy New Year" like a lunatic, everyone will pay him 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end during quiz time, Jianyi suddenly entered backstage and shouted "老师!老师!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah if he made a bet with us he would have won like 250 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we watched some volleyball match in the hall, while waiting for Derek to settle his council stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school was quite imba, the score was like 25-2 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the other team will want to play volleyball again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I went home, and met my mum later to Orchard to buy some clothes. Then we walked around and returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg was very painful, because apparently my shoes is 1 size smaller. I think we were too demanding on that day at the Converse shop that they wanted to murder us by giving size 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I have to squeeze my feet into the shoes. And the feeling is disgusting, like foot binding. Now I am scared that my feet will shrink or something :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily today my mum went to change the shoes. She's very smart, she cleaned the shoes, and even though some parts of the shoe is creased, she stuffed paper back into the shoe and tried to straighten the crease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the salesgirl was tricked into believing that I haven't wore the shoe, and so changed my pair to a size 10 pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially my dad offered to wear the shoe, but I think it will look weird on him. Imagine a 50 year old guy wearign converse shoes :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1385956938055806799?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1385956938055806799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1385956938055806799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1385956938055806799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1385956938055806799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_24.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-6042146699861897903</id><published>2009-01-21T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:07:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I haven't blogged for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday we got our results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 15. I was hoping for a 12 or 13. The f***ed up part is that I got a D7 for my higher chinese. And since I cannot minus any CCA points, my score remains 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine people coming up to me, "Hey how much did you get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"15"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh. Minus bonus points?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"15. I failed HMT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUAT DA FARGG?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. Anyway what's done is done and the only thing I can do is to look forward. To life in Yishun JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think half of the clique is going. Many people were saying that SAJC will become the next PHS, but apparently YJC is taking over. They should convert YJC into a christian school, and affliate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After O level's I have been trying to gain weight. While Donovan is trying very hard to do the opposite, TBT and me wants to follow what he did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating at least 4 meals a day. Breakfast(depends if I wake up early enough), Lunch, Tea, Dinner, Supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the plan is working. My weight increased from 60 to 63 :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. But what we are going to do differently from Donovan, is that we will be going to gym. So we will only be lean, and put on weight at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about tea, I just bought nasi lemak from the anananananas cafe at the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I opened my room door, and something dropped from above onto my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing slided down onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not bird shit. It's a bloody lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a baby lizard, since it has a small size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned for a moment. Then I calmly checked my MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I looked at the floor, its gone. ALAMAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to use a tissue and get rid of it. But now it had ran away. And I still thought it was dead -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't know where it is. Maybe its under my chair now, squashed by my weight. Or he has already escaped to Neverland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am scared is that its still in the room. So the next few days, months or even years, I will be sleeping with a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I remembered while lying on my bed reading a book, I saw a small grasshopper hopped out of my pillow and into my pile of books beside the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it? I don't think my room is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dirty. Maybe during holidays I don't bathe until at night, drool on my bed sometimes, eat in my bedroom, but that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I told someone that I will post her picture here. Alright she's going to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SXcDdePJ4LI/AAAAAAAAAMY/in7es8CRe1I/s1600-h/18012009252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SXcDdePJ4LI/AAAAAAAAAMY/in7es8CRe1I/s320/18012009252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293703691865022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at her birthday party. The cake on top of her was a gift from Zong Qin. Again HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my brother got into NCC. No joke. Well I knew this long ago but I only remembered to post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he said his first choice was band. Then they rejected him. Second choice was, FLOORBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys must be chuckling at this. He can't even run across the floorball court without panting heavily. Imagine him holding a stick, and trying to whack the ball. It will look damn funny if he stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he came back after the orientation camp, looking very glum. And I tried to scare him by saying that NCC cadets have to fall in every morning, and do pumping before going for morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his face was like 'wtf'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he's getting used to NCC, every friday staying back, reaching school at 7am. Once he forgot to bring his art stuff home, and I got Zong Qin to help me get Dorothy Oh (noes) to keep it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very kind, helping my brother keep it, and gave it to 1GRACE's class chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got it, and he forgot to bring it home again. The next day when he found his things, only a drawing block was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 3 things, acrylic paint, colour pencils, and drawing block, only the cheapest item is left. Song bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way going to NCC will be good for him. He will be more responsible for his own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to join band. He's trying to change CCA, but then Ash Ketchup didn't want to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to instil the "I want to be the very best..."(1st season pokemon theme song) mentality in my brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is going to call him later to talk about it. Whether my brother is able to lose weight, will depend on this talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-6042146699861897903?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/6042146699861897903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=6042146699861897903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6042146699861897903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6042146699861897903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_21.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SXcDdePJ4LI/AAAAAAAAAMY/in7es8CRe1I/s72-c/18012009252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2435748020245552144</id><published>2009-01-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:01:00.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite filled with activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning at 9.15, I walked to the basketball court at Sembawang MRT, Chris Budifatty was surprisingly early too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw all the basketball rims, total 4 of them, all moved to the middle of the court. I was wondering who the hell did that, because this means that we cannot play properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some discussion both Budifatty and I decided to move the undamaged rim to its rightful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 4 rims, but 2 of them are damaged, 1 of them doesn't even have the 'basket', so there was only one intact rim left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried to move the rim, and apparently it was too heavy, and the wheel was locked. So we became despo and kept trying to unlock the wheels, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Budifatty said at the bottom of the rim, there were 2 very heavy weights. So I thought, wow that's amazing because I never thought those were weights (maybe I am dumb -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Budifatty was attempting to lift one of the weight himself, but couldn't. I thought, what's the fuss about those, they aren't really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over and lifted it up with one hand and threw it against the fence. Okay joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over and tried to lift it up, but couldn't. I thought it was stuck or something, then when Budifatty lifted up with me, I was stunned by the weight of the weight (wtf) that I almost dropped it and crush my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lifted it and put on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole rim fell over. The 'basket' was like parallel to the ground, along with the backboard. The whole thing was flat. I think when the rim crashed into the ground, pieces of stone can be seen flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole MRT station was filled with people. I saw many eyes staring at us. I took the ball, my stuff, and quickly headed towards the MRT with Budifatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we told the others we can't play at Sembawang anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was FWAH. Budifatty described it as the most massive thing he ever destroyed. Well, same for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you guys pass by Sembawang MRT, take a look at the basketball court. Because there should be a basketball rim lying in the middle of the very big area. Hopefully they don't clear it and let everybody enjoy the scene :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe from a far distance, you will see a small stamp chopped on the rim, "Done by Terence and Budifatty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tourists all over the world will be flying to Singapore to enjoy the debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way just back from Causeway, shopping with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for jeans, my mum went to talk to a salesgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. The person turned round and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaked out. WTF I felt violated. Someone molested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the person turned around and I recognised that its Jialing. Yea, I think she's Tianwei's kindergarten mate HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked, my mum joined in and she asked a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked down together and she went to change I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum murmured something that I couldn't hear. But I think I heard, "If only...." then she broke off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to the MRT, and I asked her about what she said halfway. Apparently she thinks that Jialing is very well mannered, and from her talking style she must be very 温柔, and ask if anyone likes her -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up the escalator, then we SURPRISINGLY saw Jialing again. Luckily she never hear about what my mum said, if not she will blush like a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to get our results in around 14 hours. I don't think worrying that much helps, because the marks are already set long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no use to think about it. What I am scared is the aftermath. I think damn lot of people will cry. I don't know if I will cry. But hopefully tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. Good luck to whoever that is receiving tmr. Hopefully after getting back I will be cheerful enough to play basketball with the guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2435748020245552144?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2435748020245552144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2435748020245552144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2435748020245552144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2435748020245552144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3950464098369002081</id><published>2009-01-09T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:14:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days, I couldn't really walk or jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our beloved Zong Qin accidentally stuck his knee in my thigh while playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn pain man, for a moment I cannot really stand and just had to lie down -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I do not have to squat to do my big business or small business whatever. If not I think I will just accidentally fall into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened once, at my grandparents house, I was squatting down doing my business, and I remembered some jokes that brother told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell backwards. Luckily I haven't started doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you all to imagine but you roughly get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily with my dear friend Zam-buk, and some medicated plaster, the pain is almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my brother just enrolled in our school. Victor Ong in 1 GRACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be amazed if you see him in school somehow, because he's quite round, and totally don't look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only similarity is that maybe one of our eyes is smaller than the other, even though mine is quite small compared to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway his Science teacher is Mdm Lem CC, I think. His Literature teacher is Mrs Goh KX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beloved old man Mr Sim Seong Meng is his Chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe having him as teacher is better than Mr Soon. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what he said to me, my results during Sec 3 EOY was like everything is c5, almost breaking into B4-above territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I were talking to him in PTC. Then he took out his wallet, picked out a slip of note there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“人生就像一场战斗!” He gestured to the paper. On the paper wrote those characters. He said he had written it long ago, and as a reminder he kept it in his wallet. I was wondering if he wants to really remind himself, why don't he burn it, mix with water and gulp it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pia&lt;/span&gt; to get my results above c5. He said that just a little bit more effort here and there, will squeeze me to B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I have to admit that he's a great motivator, because I did try to do better. Partly also because of the constant peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway results will be out 12 january. Maybe that's when I will know whether what he said really benefitted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at me now, because I am going to share some stuff I did as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you're young, whatever you see in the television, you will remember it vividly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last time, there was a horror show going on. Its a drama serial at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its about vampires. Not Edward Cullen or Bella, but those Qing dynasty vampires which you wouldn't want to get bitten by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those jumpy idiots with peacock feather at the back of their hats. Visualise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every night my parents will watch it, along with my Grandparents (when I was still staying there) I was about 6 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime after watching I will get very scared. I don't really dare to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SWYvEu-UwrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h5wL791Jq6Y/s1600-h/previous+room.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SWYvEu-UwrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h5wL791Jq6Y/s320/previous+room.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288966570768646834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this looks kinda shit but hopefully it can give u an overview of the room. The yellow area is the cupboard, blue is my parent's bed, red is where me and my brother slept, while the green is the air-con. The black is the door, and the grey part is the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot. So everytime after watching the show my family will sleep, my grandparents in another room, while the four of us cramped into this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother sleep alternately, so my feet will face his face and his feet will face my face. But obviously mine is longer so he never reaches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everytime I will sleep with my face to the toilet. That sucks because, I will often imagine that the toilet will spawn vampires, and even if Edward Cullen is in there I will freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to sleep on my side, but I am scared if I flip around the vampire will be IN YOUR FACE. Mine, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned my face to the toilet door, and tried to be as far away from it as possible. Then I will be very alert, trying to sense some movement through the slightly blurred frosted glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then until I am very tired, I will try to maintain that vigilance throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright this is something for you guys to laugh about, if any of you *choy* didn't get the results that you expected, then maybe think of what I did :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only 3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add one more, Derek didn't want to go to Batu Pahat again because he went there as a young kid, and got freaked out by the numerous cats loitering on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think its damn funny. My brother, when he was like 2 or 3 years old, went to pick up a small kitten that was still drinking milk from its mum. Then he dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily that cat was well, as fast as a cat, and landed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think we do cute stuff when we were kids :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3950464098369002081?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3950464098369002081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3950464098369002081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3950464098369002081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3950464098369002081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_09.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SWYvEu-UwrI/AAAAAAAAAMI/h5wL791Jq6Y/s72-c/previous+room.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-557590891329232414</id><published>2009-01-05T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:07:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Malaysia. Actually long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for a day. I went on Sunday, the banquet was at night, so we ate some stuff before accompanying my mum and brother to a salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was getting rid of his thick helmet, while my mum permed her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my brother has quite a fashionable haircut, but its weird. Imagine someone cutting botak all the way suddenly changed hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its my brother trying to act shuai. Walao I cannot imagine him standing in front of the mirror and admire himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after relieving his defensive duties, he will not need a helmet haircut anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went to eat again, and prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore the same clothes during DE, this time without the tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh, turned out that I was quite overdressed. I was still thinking whether to add a tie a not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was okay, but the service was quite shit. They changed side plates every 2 dishes or so, so imagine after having the fish, you have to use the same plate to eat the duck or something. By the way there were no abalone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 5-star label is used to bluff people one la. But maybe its because its the best in the small town of Batu Pahat, that's why its considered 5 star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mum kept trying to hao lian me to every relative. Everytime when I was standing at a corner she will pull me over to showcase me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everytime the answer was, "Wah le eh kia ah? Jin yandao de worss!" in the Malaysian accent. (Means, "Wah your son? Looks very shuai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao if friends like that say I am still okay, but if relatives say these kind of things I will feel shy lehZxXzx  *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my maternal grandmother felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, according to my aunt, while my grandmother saw me, she looked towards my aunt with an amazed reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh zeh eh kia jin shuai leh. Siang lai eh?" she asked my aunt. (Means, "Eh this guy looks very shuai. Who is it?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: "Walao eh zeh eh kia si le eh sun la!" (Means, "Walao eh this is you grandson la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: "OMFG WTF I KENA OWNED!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the dinner, I walked around the house, said hello to her, sat on the sofa to watch tv. I was in the house for an hour plus, and apparently she didn't notice me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt deduced that maybe I didn't do my hair and wear nice clothes, that's why she never saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Saturday when I worked at Hyatt, it was the toughest and jialat day I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our tables were slower than the rest, the team leader aka David stationed himself near us and scrutinized our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everytime he saw me I got scolded. I was disgusted. Everytime he told me, to go with something, and come back with something, don't make double trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, but it's not really working well. Like when someone asked me for a drink, I will have to wait till the oval tray is full, before I go to the backlane and get the drink. Sometimes there are quite a lot of orders at one go, so most of the time I will forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did that quite a few times. At the end an auntie asked for some green chilli, I called someone to get some for her, but apparently that guy ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some guy asked to top up, I was so busy that I forgot to refill his orange crush, until he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forgetting all these, something good happened in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same auntie who ask for green chilli, told some lady beside her, "blahblahblah bin jin yandao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from the corner of my eye I saw her pointing towards me and saying those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can officially proclaim myself as 师奶杀手.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop now its becoming a very BHB post. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I almost screwed up this post, because I forgot the format of the timing of the post is month, date and year. Just now, I put 5/1/09. Meaning that you guys have to wait for 5 months more to see my beautiful post. Power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-557590891329232414?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/557590891329232414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=557590891329232414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/557590891329232414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/557590891329232414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5830214729146217318</id><published>2008-12-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:28:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ahhhh the loading's done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan looked at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cursor move towards that box. That box, with the icon of a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I choose you," he muttered. (Okayy this sounds like pokemon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Player blahblahblah has chosen the Stealth Assasin, Rikimaru (SA)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, he thought. He probably won't be so lucky to be laning against SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creep waves came, and fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan cannot believe his eyes. In front of him, was a purple, ninja-like character. The SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOOO NOESSSSSS!" Donovan exclaimed. He was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurriedly told his team mates. They gasped in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG I MUST CONTAIN SA! I CANNOT LET HIM FARM! I MUST OWNNNN!" Donovan tried to psycho himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His team mates were shocked. Donovan was taking this too seriously. After all, the only consequence is that they will lose the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I MUST CONCENTRATE AND FARM OMGGG!" Donovan told his team mates excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, TBT and Terence were in another lane. When they saw Donovan's message, they were stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because its so bloody funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, being assholes, they went to repeat those funny lines that Donovan said. This went on for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway thanks to Donovan's conntainment of SA, they won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray Donovan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this part was requested by TBT. So Don if you're reading this, not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am damn tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are having roti prata at Thompson right now, but I am here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I went for my primary school's gathering, at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initally it was Sentosa. But apparently because of the weather and long queue we decided to stay at Vivo. The whole day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though its quite sian in the beginning, overall it was still quite fun. Initially the guys were very quiet, including me. And everything was sian, because we had nothing to do. When the girls went to eat, the guys didn't go because we were not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was more fun in the end, because we played 'Murderer'. I know Felicia will be excited after seeing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murderer was quite fun. Because I played it MY STYLE :D  Which means a lot of saboing and crap from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was the first time today that we actually had an activity. And I think everyone was involved. The only sad thing is that only about 8-10 people were there, the rest left early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it was good, and I wouldn't mind to go again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I must catch some sleep, because I will be going to malaysia tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 5 plus to prepare for the trip is not funny. And I haven't packed my clothes yet :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main objective for the trip is that my mum's cousin is getting married. So we will be attending a wedding banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banquet. I am a banquet waiter. Hia hia hia. Those poor people who will be serving me are gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While serving at Hyatt, I was played around by some kids. They were being real playful, everytime I pour tea for them, they will quickly mumble between themselves and gulp down the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they will ask me to refill. Then they quickly drank the soft drink. And ask me to refill also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell man, I walked to the bar counter back and forth just to refill their bloody drinks. Then they ask for more ice, then purposely some weird requests. They even asked for my name -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, those waiters gonna get hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to ask for green chilli. When he/she is back, I am going to ask for ketchup. Then I will ask for a soft drink. After that I will frown at her while he/she's serving the shark's fin soup, and stare at her. Then I will ask for his/her name, using that serious tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, she's gonna soooo freaked out that she quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay mission accomplished :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5830214729146217318?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5830214729146217318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5830214729146217318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5830214729146217318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5830214729146217318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhh-loadings-done-donovan-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-196723038899367983</id><published>2008-12-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:12:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were posted to RCCC aka Swissotel on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the 3rd time that we will be working in RCCC. So normally, we will be handling 2 tables each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, its 141 tables. Which amounts up to at least 1410 people in the ballroom. There might still be more since the tables are 11pax, which means 11 per table. Imagine serving the whole of our school. Maybe plus half from the one beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 person to 2 tables is freaking tough. When you have to set the plates, clear, bring the food, portion, all these will make you go crazy. And the thing is, RCCC demands speed. So you will have to rush like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we put "2nd timers" on the name list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they assigned the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 Muslim tables, together with my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him how long have he been working for, he said that's his first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. So I thought I cannot xia suay myself, and gave a very professional face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way his name is Sheng Dong, I kept thinking he was Sheng Wei. Then I reminded myself, "生动有趣". Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to explain to him about all those stuff, what he had to do all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he kept nodding his head like he knew everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he quite knew quite a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those sai kang that I didn't want to do, like collect plates, I asked him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I place the side plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when I carry the big oval tray, I will get very tired. But this time no, because my thumb is injured by TBT. He jumped for the ball and while grabbing it down he accidentally smash the ball into my thumb -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we distribute the weight, and both of us carried it, since he could not carry it himself. He's a bit taller than Sheng Wei, and of bigger build, but still he looks like a 小弟弟 beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short, that day was quite smooth, and nothing really big happened. Then we also did OT till around 2pm, and went for a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met a China guy at the lift, and we began to talk crap and he also laughed with us. Then we returned the uniforms together, throwing the uniform anyhow. Then we went to the canteen to get some water, but since we were also hungry and there's noodles in front of us, we could not resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked the same China guy whether we can eat. He said can, and we queued up. Then halfway, the vendor said that we must wear our uniform to get a meal. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that guy also went with us, his situation was very funny. He queued up, got some rice, and while waiting for the chicken he was booted out of the queue, to take his uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy's name was Chen Guo Wen (CGW) I think. Don asked his name so that I could blog about it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ate with us, and signed out with us, then we had to split in the end because he was allocated to a different bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before he left, we checked with another guy to find out which bus we were on. Then CGW was pointing to his name and struggling to say something. The guy was pissed off, then he started chattering like a monkey, and say "What the f*** are you talking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH we all kena stunned. Then when CGW finally said, "That's my name", then the guy said, "Next time say properly la. You there dunno talk what, trying to piss me off is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think his whole family died or something. Because he seemed very frustrated, and wanted to kill people. Furthermore he chatted like a monkey. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey man I am sorry if you see this, but this is really what you did and said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Budifatass, Donfatty and Zong Qin went on the same bus, then me and TBT on the other. On the bus, I thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to move on to JC, Poly, whatever. I wanna be stuck in secondary school all my life. In my perfect world no one will retain, all will be promoted, we will all move on together, as a cohort. Seemed like 4 years had gone so quickly. I won't be seeing some of you again, and I would rather go to school and chat, sleep in Janice Zhang's class, and eat in that disgusting canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bang we are going to move on, maybe I won't see Kah Him ever again, or Sheng Wei, or Sheng Dong. Okay shit wrong name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is quite terrible. Maybe that time in the bus was the only time I can get some peace. Because TBT is sleeping soundly beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we worked yesterday again. Back to Hyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a wonderful partner who did everything. I felt sort of guilty and useless. Seriously its hard to adapt because the situation here and in RCCC is completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will turn out right. And this time I almost broke a stack of plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While arranging the plates on a side station, the side station could not support the heavy weight of the plates, and almost fell. Luckily for my quick reaction (smirk), I was able to hold it until some manager came and rescued me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kio some stuff, a small bowl of noodles, and the desert, chilled mango cream with aloe vera and sago. The noodles was korean noodles with rice vermecilli. All along I wanna taste the noodles because it looks so freaking delicious. Yesterday, courtesy of TBT and Don, I managed to get a bowl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its heavenly. Its really shuang because I like to eat noodles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall continue my adventures in the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cool happened just now. While playing game, I felt thirsty and drank from the cup on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took one mouthful, and looked at my msn list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fwah today not much people online ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water is still in my mouth. I was going to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a small fly/beetle in my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still wriggling, apparently trying to swim in the deep pool of "SPRAKLING CREAN" water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao luckily I dillie dallied. If not I would have drank the water and chewed his crunchy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got the photo, which was taken at RCCC aka Swissotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SUaArTLzQkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hWj8yvYr_p0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SUaArTLzQkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hWj8yvYr_p0/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280049094510985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;店小二驾到！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-196723038899367983?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/196723038899367983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=196723038899367983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/196723038899367983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/196723038899367983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_16.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SUaArTLzQkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hWj8yvYr_p0/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4118042482990681916</id><published>2008-12-11T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:58:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we almost got no job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily the agency found slots for all of us, at Raffles City Convention Centre (RCCC). (Omfg I thought its cross country club -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this might sound ulu, but that's because its the old name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's called Fairmont Hotel, or maybe more familiar to you guys, Swissotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's near City Hall MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went on Sunday, our first time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uniform is quite ugly. At Grand Hyatt you look like a mafia gangster, cool and smart. You only need dark shades. At RCCC you look like a 店小二.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, the uniform is grey and with the black pants, you look wonderful,  like some ah pek cleaning toilets in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't really get to take photos of ourselves, but hopefully that will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I broke some vases on my first day at RCCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clearing the decorations on the table, carrying them to the back. Then I lost concentration, I lost control of the tray and I fell onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PIANG~~~" Oh noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one cleaner suanned me. He was only about 20 plus years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“你拿花瓶也不会拿啊？这样也打破。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh very hurtful lo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly apologised and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I am a first-timer (eh really lo I first timer in THIS hotel). And so the team leader told me when to do what, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once, he beckoned me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey I got a complaint against you. The customer said he asked you to pour a drink for him and you didn't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I explained, since I am the food server, I told the drink server in charge of the table to pour for him. But I think he had forgotten or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, never mind. Next time you tell the drink server to serve the drink, then after a while you go check. If the customer still haven't get his drink, you come and report to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luckily he complained to me. If he complained to other people, they will fuck you upside down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER~~~~ Nice example of hotel language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then after that I went to the kitchen to take the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook asked me something in a muffled voice. I cannot hear. So I "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for like 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got pissed off and he shouted to a guy beside him, "我问他，拿几盘鱼，他就一直跟我 huh huh huh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo uncle, if you starting talk in that loud voice I won't huh huh huh liao mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that day, the OT is until 6am. Breakfast at 2am. You will work till you die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structure is different from Hyatt. At hyatt its a bit more slack, but at RCCC it's very xiong. But both got advantages and disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyatt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;- uniform very cool&lt;br /&gt;- can slack&lt;br /&gt;- can work longer, own time own target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;- grooming is very important, strict on the hair etc.&lt;br /&gt;- utensils and cutlery used are very heavy&lt;br /&gt;- very luan, like a maze ( I got lost 2 times)&lt;br /&gt;- more work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RCCC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;- lax on grooming&lt;br /&gt;- VERY VERY oraganised&lt;br /&gt;- nice canteen&lt;br /&gt;- superiors are quite kind compared to Hyatt&lt;br /&gt;- less work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;- damn organised, organised until you scared&lt;br /&gt;- uniform sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay in Hyatt, you do everything yourself. You serve the drinks, you serve the food. Bao kah liao. The good thing is that you only need to portion up the fish (which I don't know yet), shark's fin soup, and desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In RCCC, good thing is there are food and drink servers. You only serve food if you're food server, vice versa. But the thing is, you have to portion up everything. Every single course except the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, workload is about the same. But I rather bao kah liao, and serve the drinks rather than portion up every course. Because you can walk around for the slightest reason and escape to safe lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe lands = without customers, like the bar counter at the back. Seriously I feel very shy and uneasy with strangers. When I serve them I will shake nervously. Like during portioning of shark's fin soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I place the food onto the Lazy susan, I will also tremble, because its quite heavy. By the way lazy susan is the round glass thing where you can spin around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At RCCC, you must portion 8 courses, and change side plate everytime. So you will have to carry plates in and out of the ballroom, and thats darn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you are in charge of 3 tables, you need to take about 30 plates per course. Which means every 15 minutes. Then you have to clear the plates also, and carry them to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means free gym training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily on monday, (yea we worked on monday, a public holiday -.-) I think I did quite a good job, second time at RCCC. I didn't tremble, I was more confident, and the portioning part was great too. The only kelong thing I did was that I brought too little spoons for the desert -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, 再接再厉！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4118042482990681916?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4118042482990681916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4118042482990681916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4118042482990681916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4118042482990681916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_11.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2474565053501336903</id><published>2008-12-02T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:39:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall continue the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while playing halfway, there was a little kid sitting by the court watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball rolled out, and the little boy ran to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked Hong Kiat if he could play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was okay with it. We formed a team, but he didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he chose me, Chun Kiat, and Hong Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we were more friendly looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I tried to be friendly and asked him tons of questions. His name was Liang Zhen, from Naval Base primary school. And he's only 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while some of us took a rest, and only TBT, NCK, Hong Kiat and Budi were playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started sprouting vulagarities. I think Budi was trying to do some tricks and not give him the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "f*** you". Initially we were saying, don't anyhow scold, we cannot pollute the kid's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he knew every vulgarity we knew -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to play properly, so we went off for "lunch". Zong Qin was there trying to get everyone off the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the hint. We walked into Khatib central. The kid followed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy never mind we thought. We split into groups. Some of them went NTUC, others went around. Me and Zhi Kai walked to Sheng Siong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when me and ZK, NCK and Budi walked different ways, he stood there weighing his options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because Budi ka chiao him just now, he was a bit scared, then he followed me and Zhi Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and walked, tried to shake him off when we went into Sheng Siong and turned round and round, but we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zhi Kai buay tahan and asked him, "我们跟你都不熟，你为什么一直跟我们？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what to say. I asked him why was he following us, but he just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zong Qin called, telling us to shake off the little guy and meet at NTUC. But we brought him along since we cannot get him out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rest of the guys saw him, they gave the OMFGWTFBBQ look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Budi suggested bringing him to the police station. Tell the police that this kid is lost and he kept following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hia hia hia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we told him not to follow. Then we split into 2 groups, TBT, NCK and Derek went to stalk him, while the rest of us watched from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was adamant. He still followed us. So we went to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek went up to him and came up with the epic statement, "你还要跟啊? 你觉得你能跟过来吗?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH POWER~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked towards the police station. While turning back he was in a shop trying to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw that he was still peeking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked out, and saw us walking to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally gave up, and crossed the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While crossing the road a car rammed into him and he died. Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally we shook him off, and we walked through the police station and went out through the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway we were joking that he was going to appear at the other exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then every kid we saw, we assumed them to be Liang Zhen's spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously damn fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2474565053501336903?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2474565053501336903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2474565053501336903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2474565053501336903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2474565053501336903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7538255631542697667</id><published>2008-12-02T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:13:00.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright today was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let me continue about the job thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got our uniforms, and went for the last minute training and spot check session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for a while, ate dinner, and went to the GRAND BALLROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood in rows of 5. I was the first guy in the row. Zong Qin was behind me. The rest, TBT, Budiman, Don, and Derek formed another line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "Who are first timers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people raised their hands. Then the woman picked some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she pointed towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game. I have to serve in an unfamiliar ballroom by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady led us to a room. Then some of them were allocated there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought me, and 2 girls to another ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were allocated there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny things happened. They say that hotel language is !@#$%^&amp;amp;*, full of vulagarities, and shoutings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bar counter, and asked the uncle where is the plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你没有看到啊？在那边啦，在那边，开眼睛看一下，放冰就变成 ice water liao! 不要像sotong这样啦"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this was shouted point blank to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly hurried and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh first time do mah, give chance can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was serving the shark's fin soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That table only had 3 guests, instead of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said just serve them 3 bowls, and they will take themselves. I said no, if you all still want extra servings you can just take from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said okay. Anyway I am also briefed, to just fill 10 bowls, and don't care whether how many people there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for 好兄弟.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first time serving, I filled every bowl, but little quantity. Each bowl was about 1/4 full. Then I ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like kena stunned for a moment. Then they laughed their asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I too cute la, they ask for 3 bowls full, I serve them ten 1/4 bowl full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a regular went over, and filled those bowls. Then she smiled at me and said, "You ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy said, "Its not his problem. You failed to guide him." She quickyl apologised, then that guy said that they were just cracking a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That table really damn joker. The guy keep on asking me to get the spiciest wine for the lady. He said he have been searching everywhere but cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiciest wine, I thought what. So it meant the strongest la. I almost added chilli sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH I make sure they spicy until spend 3 days in toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lady asked me to get a pepsi for her, even though she had a "orange crush" (think it should be miranda orange).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy beside her told me, "Don't be surprised, she just likes talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stunned for a moment before replying "Okayy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my partner were in charge of 2 tables, luckily she was there to guide me. Because I don't know how to serve the noodles, cut the fish, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they taught us la, but I am scared that I will screw up. Especially after that shark's fin soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun man, you can kope drinks, and maybe even some souvenirs. But must make sure that those were extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I carried the oval tray. Its damn heavy. I carried and I staggered back to the kitchen. The thing is, when I reached the door, no one was available to open the door for me. Then I saw a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was carrying bowls. Then she said she cannot open the door. While saying that, her hand was shaking around, showing the 'No' sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to slap her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway luckily someone from the inside opened the door and we got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, that I carried a whole tray, with food on it. Apparently the customers didn't want it anymore. I was so tempted to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, both tables I served, asked me which school I am from. Which is like omfg maybe they wanna complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, I koped some souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened it, and inside were CHOCOLATES MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside it, there were 4 chocs, and I koped 5 boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave 3 to my partner. 1 lost. I only ate one as I shared with Zong Qin, Derek and TBT, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nice by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to clear the tables and chairs. I was rolling a table happily, then I lost balance and fell. Everyone laughed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I signed up for overtime, and we had a fifteen minute break, starting at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and some China guy went to eat. It was buffet style by the way. So I took noodles, rice, and egg, since those were the food left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I checked my phone and saw a lot of missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris told me that our stuff were stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was like okayy if they wanna steal my worn out slippers and the 3 for 10 bucks slippers, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got lost, trying to find the security office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that only Derek's stuff is intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, his stuff is all the way inside, so people were not able to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest were stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that a security guard walked past and helped us kept it, in case people might steal them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end everyone's stuff was recovered. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they said they were going home. I went up and told my captain that I cannot stay for overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she signed, and I worked from 4 till 12.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to find them. Turned out that they were setting the stuff for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, never mind, help them, although I am already ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I stayed for so long, that I was free labour for like 1 hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they say that you have to give your paper to the captain before you leave, if not no pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to their captain, and asked her if she can help me submit my paper together, or something. Then I explained that my friends were here so I went here to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave me a weird face, then she cancelled the timing from 12.30am till 2.30 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called my dad, then the transport home was by taxi, because after 12am they provide free transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can claim money and pay my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, TBT, Don, and Zong Qin were allocated the same taxi. Budi wasn't but he sticked with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we got a dilema, because my dad's taxi cannot fit in 5 people. (actually more cos got don and budi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I went home with my dad, and the four of them took another cab home. Then my dad suggested we eat something, so we went some hawker in AMK to eat, then went to wash the taxi, and went to some ulu petrol station in Yishun to top up petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept on changing places because he said that only these places' fares were cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached home, at 4.30am. Finally slept at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the attire, we looked like mafia. Derek combed his hair like a 赌神, only missing the cards. Donovan looked funny with his centre parting. TBT looked like Hitler, same side parting. Only Zong Qin and me looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a weird guy. My shoulders looked very broad. With the shoes I was quite tall. Basically a stick man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't took a photo, will take it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for basketball at Khatib today, waited from 8.30am for the guys. Me and Zhi Kai waited like hell. Budi arrived at 9 plus, TBT at 10. Just nice, when they cleared the tables and chairs, we could play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is they didn't remove the tentage, so we played from like 10 plus onwards till 4 plus, inclusive of a lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened, I am going post about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to sleep now, just now I fell asleep while playing NBA live -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7538255631542697667?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7538255631542697667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7538255631542697667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7538255631542697667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7538255631542697667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3676470182433842386</id><published>2008-11-30T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:33:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just back from my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waiter at Grand Hyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am too tired to blog. Tomorrow's post shall be more detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3676470182433842386?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3676470182433842386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3676470182433842386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3676470182433842386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3676470182433842386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_30.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4859885603412427996</id><published>2008-11-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:10:01.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really blogged for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stuff happened. Chalet alone took up 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4GRACE's 17, 18, 19.&lt;br /&gt;Zhenshan's 19, 20, 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were at Costa Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day we arrived at night, because TBT went to Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do some stuff which I wouldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, think of a young man and Geylang. What will you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's eating frog porridge and beef kway tiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we reached it was already 12am. So we played murderer the whole night, and went to Macs for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went bowling. I think. Can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was movie. Madagascar 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Kai, TBT, Elias and me rented bikes, and set off at 9pm, went to fetch Shi Min, and eventually cycled to CHANGI VILLAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10km ride. 20km to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled there, took around an hour, ate, then went back. Return journey was only about 30 minutes surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the return journey was down slope all the way. We just had to put our bike on 'auto pilot' and slack all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went back and bathed, then slept from 12am till 10am. Everyone except Xuan Liang's clique were gone o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you should be wondering if we were pigs, after BBQ still went supper, and slept for 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had ZS chalet, so in order not to burn out we had to sleep whenever we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we woke up, ate subway with the rest, and when Xuan Liang's clique left, we went to play billard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias left too, for VJC stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played till 2pm plus, and waited for ZS and the rest to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they rented the mahjong table, and I finally figured out how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually they taught me early in the year, but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at night was pizza and chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we played murderer too. Till late at night. I played with Liu Ran's PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously GTA is damn fun when you have unlimited ammo and you spam it on passersby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you wait for the police car to come and then maybe you can explode it with a Bazooka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I played till 4 plus, and slept till 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then contacted Derek, Don, Zong Qin and the rest, and they were out at the beach or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Elias, Hongkiat, Zhi Kai and me went to find them, bringing along basketball, soccer ball, and clothes to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played basketball. The rim is short, touching it is not a problem, but dunking is -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely put my whole hand over the rim, so I can't really dunk the ball :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I am going to the gym and train some leg muscles ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till after O levels till now I have only been to the gym once :(   Got to make it regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that I didn't eat, then Zhi Kai, Elias and me went skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean swimming, then Don and TBT joined us shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, which is at 3pm plus, I really can't take it, and Don accompanied me to the foodcourt to eat some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I was too hungry, I ended up eating one plate of duck rice, one bowl of fishball noodles, and 2 packets of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till 5pm plus, and I woke up in time for BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with Derek, and went to help with the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't had much during the BBQ, but who cares anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat much at BBQs, because you have to cook yourself. I rather be the food finisher, but I think if I keep on doing that I will get whacked somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to help with the chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I actually cooked in a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that night we slept at 1pm, before that I was busy GTA-ing. Liu Ran and me were laughing like crazy until they threaten to chase us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept till 9am plus, and went back. Travelled to Yishun and ate at ISHI MURA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the Beef Patty Omelette rice, Zhi Kai, Don and me shared 3 packets of makis, each containing 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did, was to unpack, and play NBA live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway speaking of basketball, I think this guy looks like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SSwfULGueGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/52blQW0Pe6k/s1600-h/gasol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SSwfULGueGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/52blQW0Pe6k/s320/gasol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272623695182854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 191px;" alt="http://llnw.image.cbslocal.com/0/2008/04/03/320x240/pau_gasol_80496454.jpg" src="http://llnw.image.cbslocal.com/0/2008/04/03/320x240/pau_gasol_80496454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 460px;" alt="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-02/09/xin_2020205091603375104173.jpg" src="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-02/09/xin_2020205091603375104173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 374px;" alt="http://lakers.topbuzz.com/gallery/d/17514-1/Pau+Gasol+in+Lakers+T-Shirt+smiles.jpg" src="http://lakers.topbuzz.com/gallery/d/17514-1/Pau+Gasol+in+Lakers+T-Shirt+smiles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Pau Gasol, my favourite player :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously to me his face have that kind of godly aura. Seems like he descended from Heaven to save the LA Lakers. With his bushy hair he looks like a ancient holy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with him, Bynum, Bryant, they have only lost a game since the season started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am so into basketball, the time that is not spent on eating, shitting, sleeping, is spent on basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am neglecting football. Now I rather check LA's matches than Manchester United's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4859885603412427996?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4859885603412427996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4859885603412427996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4859885603412427996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4859885603412427996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_26.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SSwfULGueGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/52blQW0Pe6k/s72-c/gasol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7628221615069321518</id><published>2008-11-15T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:15:31.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not going to care so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you will ever find anyone. I am not giving up because I simply can't put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog song is a nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7628221615069321518?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7628221615069321518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7628221615069321518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7628221615069321518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7628221615069321518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-going-to-care-so-much-now.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-6596721163047778434</id><published>2008-11-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:30:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of spare time now. Too much time in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have a lot of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I don't think I will be able to do the stuff that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared everything today. Well, most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, everyday before I sleep I will pray to God, to grant me 4 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 for my studies, the rest for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, only 1 of the thing that I wished for is granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other 2 is not granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you think you don't like him, then you say you think you like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked about me, and you said don't know, then you said you think you don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels something like Clickfive's Jenny lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't think I should like you anymore, and fall for another better girl instead. You say that I am a good guy, but I shouldn't like you anymore, because you don't want to go into a relationship, because its very troublesome, having to think for other half everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't want me to waste my time waiting, if in the end you found someone you like, I will be devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, if it's so easy I would have done that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck should I, wait for 8 months plus, just to know the answer, 'Yes' or 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you are the best for me. My feelings for you hasn't changed since Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still going strong as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we do things like couples do, you said it will give me false hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you prefer we stay as normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I thought, seems to be just part of my amazing imagination. All along I thought you had feelings, but maybe I am too assuming and confident of myself. Thought too much maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you said if you are finally ready for a relationship, you will call me and see if I still like you. If yes, good, if no then too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think that's going to take very long. 5 years? A decade maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then I think I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really cried for anyone that much. Except during kindergarten when my teacher refused to give me an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 groups of people who I will cry for. My parents, grandparents. The third one is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what to do. I want to live in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you will come to me and say you were testing me all along. Maybe I will be angry at first, then after that is 甜蜜蜜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it fucking sucks. After we broke, the day after, I didn't have any motivation anymore. I don't want to go to school, I don't feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to wait. And that gives me the energy to go through each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I really believe that in the end we will end up back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lifeless shell. My soul has been sucked out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what to do. Now with only academic results to worry for, all I think about is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to give up, or wait and hopefully one day you will call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot possibly give up, since that place in my heart has been taken by you, and I live to close to you, it's impossible not to meet each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, these few days you took the same train as me. Even my mum recognised you, and showed me by pointing towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give up, which I don't want, it will be damn sad. Part of me is gone. I fallen too deep and I can't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am taking things step by step. I still hope everything will be positive in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am waiting for revival. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-6596721163047778434?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/6596721163047778434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=6596721163047778434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6596721163047778434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6596721163047778434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-327575103043668759</id><published>2008-10-19T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:03:25.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for all those taking O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the chem paper. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not replying tags, or blogging, or doing anything. Because I am busy the previous weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Manchester United rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update when I have the time. Most probably after O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-327575103043668759?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/327575103043668759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=327575103043668759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/327575103043668759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/327575103043668759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8193752997311205399</id><published>2008-09-29T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:53:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I thought everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You explained, I called you, and we talked for 46 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy. I don't know if you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought finally, everything was cleared and nothing will happen already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you seemed comfortable, we crapped and laughed, and you even teased me, "did you do that purposely..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you even called your brother to talk to me. Even though he only said a hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally if there isn't a level of interest, or if there isn't a certain degree of comfortableness, no sane person would call one of their family to talk to another person on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came and find me, I told her yes, and I told her everything was cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you said you explained to her, and to forget what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it was okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed if you're back home yet, because you said you were going school at such a late timing, and I was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bathe. And I got the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the funeral thing was one reason. Another reason, was simply to try and see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously if you like a person, you will want to see her every time, I thought by walking the same route as you do I will be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was working. Because out of like 5 days, at least 3 times I saw you on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it had worked too well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the extent where you said you don't want me to stalk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalk? A stalk of celery you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live at the same estate, opposite blocks, obviously meeting would be a coincidence? Sometimes I can even see someone, who obviously like you, walk towards your house like nothing happened? I don't want to name names, but you should get who I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously one time where you walk out of the lift I jumped out and said hello? I am not those kind who loiters around HDB blocks waiting to scare people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its purely a coincidence. My mum and brother were also walking to school using the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't went down especially early. I just went at my normal time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I explained everything. Then maybe because of that fucking sms and you thought I had cared too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you said you were uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you found her to explain stuff to me. Why not explain yourself? We talked for 3/4 of an hour and you said you were shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you said you don't want me to stalk you. In the first place, I am not stalking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were really stalking do you think, by telling a pervert not to stalk, he will stop it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying I am a pervert, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too fierce in pursuing, and you got scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway you still said, "Now no, after O levels no." We can still be friends. But you say we cannot be a couple. That's what you feel now though, and maybe that will change in future but you aren't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I thought you had feel. Then on Saturday I asked another one of your friend, and she said "to be frank she doesn't have any feel for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, maybe I should ask you myself. Or observe. Then Sunday we talked. And I thought your friend might be wrong, because she doesn't seem really sure. And she asked if you were giving me false hope, and if I feel that you have feel for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I can confirm the latter. Well now I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you say that sentence I can hear that you were like, smiling and saying it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it shy or what. This kinds of things, shy for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like you are not treating it seriously. Is it for fun, a prank? As someone said, its like if you think this is fun then you should go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was well, today was terrible. Yesterday, I flew up to heaven from hell, and while I am still mid air, you took a baseball bat and hit me back to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she said to you. Maybe the time when she was with you, you took her words and believed in those so called conspiracy theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about conspiracy theories, I have a lot with me. One example is that, you have been playing with me, or using me to agitate someone, or blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever think about these, I think I will get damn emo and commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is to clear out face to face. Or telephone to telephone. You did, but there we had to communicate through a medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day we can trash things out. I don't know how you can have a 360 degrees turn, being sweet on one day and turning heartless less than 24 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you are too scared of me, that you want to drop a bomb on me to make me stop doing those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that, sometimes its just coincidental, and sometimes its because I really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is she just telling you the stuff that you should do, and not what you really wanted? Because it seems to me that, either she's very influential or that you are easily swayed, taken in by her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are scared of me, and she tried the extremist method of rejecting me, to let me stop doing those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you trying to test my endurance? Or is it a prank? Or is it a ploy to keep me focused, because you were scared that I might lose focus on studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, conspiracy theories. Sometimes we tend to look at the "deeper" meaning, and not on the surface. If I had look at those deeper meanings, I would have jumped. Because there are damn lot of outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I totally, don't know what you are thinking. One moment, everything was alright, then after that direct rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the fuck is this.  I told him, and he was, equally shocked. Another one was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both told me to concentrate on studies. Like omfg, how do I concentrate now? Just now when I was doing the Biology paper, I did until I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pile of shit after another. Great. Now I think I am buried deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing. I don't know if I should take what you said, because it will hurt too much. On the other hand if I don't accept it then I will think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I shall wait till we are free, and clear out everything. Because I have so many doubts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after the last heart to heart talk, I will completely give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then, I am weighing my options. Because I am simply in a state of shock, and I don't really know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the logical thing is to complete O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I don't know what will happen. It sucks, to be left hanging like a thread. Because it's you will feel insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am going to wait. Maybe, maybe, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you see this, hopefully you will understand everything, and clear up the supposedly misunderstanding. If not, there's nothing I can do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know one fucking sms can screw up everything. It's so damn tiring to have one problem after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are testing my endurance, my love, or anything, I think you had done that very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel that we are an unfinished article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blog song, accordingly to my feelings. Listen to the lyrics, its the perfect song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8193752997311205399?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8193752997311205399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8193752997311205399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8193752997311205399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8193752997311205399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-thought-everything-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7098031402324723380</id><published>2008-09-26T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:52:58.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm my prelim results are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My E maths improved from a B3 to an A2, while my A maths jumped from c5 to A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means 2 distinctions for maths :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chem improved from D7 to C5, Biology d7 to C6. I failed both during prelim one, because of those damn moderations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Higher Chinese increased from a C6 to B3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the positives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English dropped a grade, from A2 to B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Geography is surprisingly better than combined humans. But my Geography dropped from a B3 to an C5. My combined humans was C6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to poly, so my L1R4 should be 17, including a B3 in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously 17 points is going to get me a job in the city area, like Shenton Way, maybe as a toilet cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall clear up peoples' pee and make the toilet SPAKRING KLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calculated my best results over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2 for English (prelim 1)&lt;br /&gt;A2 for E maths (prelim 2)&lt;br /&gt;A2 for A maths (prelim 2)&lt;br /&gt;A2 for Chemistry (sec 3 EOY)&lt;br /&gt;A1 for Geography (sec 3 EOY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its bloody 9 points for L1R4. God knows if I am gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't care now. I am going to pia books for the rest of the time I left, and hopefully I can do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I do my part, and I will get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been, well shitty. When my day is shitty, its never about results, its never about money or food. Although I like food and I ask what Fattyfel eats every lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know now. Seriously I am getting very vexed and especially fucked up on Thursday. Maybe Wednesday wasn't to my liking as well. Anyway I think I forget which day I am pissed, but anyway its either Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that stuff, obviously that shouldn't be happening. At least I thought, I wouldn't do that if I had been told of those stuff. You do that to me, but not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw some stuff that made me wonder. Heard stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't get why so many calls and smses are not replied. And 2 were picked up by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think this is a huge farce. Is it a bloody big test? But even if this is a well worked out plot there are also positive and negative sides of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some told me to be careful. Some told me to stop. Some told me to go for it. Some said I am gullible, and I trust too easily. Its either I die terribly, or I succeed like hell. I hope its the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like liars. I want confirmation and assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that happens, I will be in a very insecure situation where everything just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sensitive, I am pessimistic, and I think anyhow. I rather prepare myself for disappointment, if its positive maybe I will be happy until I jump and hit the ceiling, if its bad I might jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking. I mean, I will not be so disappointed since I have already so called, "expected" what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time things will turn out better, maybe partly because I had thought too pessimistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this time everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to TBT. What he said enlightened me, and we are pretty much on the same boat. Maybe Derek too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am gonna concentrate on my studies, and pia for O levels. I don't wanna wash toilet bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to do anything. However if you smile at me, I will still smile back. If you look at me I will still look at you. If you talk to me I will still talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am a bit tired of thinking too much. I am gonna think of organic compounds, electrolysis, Human Geography, and maybe reproduction in man. Okay just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until O levels are over I am not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought it over. First priority is studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to God to hope for everything is alright and well. Hopefully he can grant what I asked for. Hopefully in future I may think that this is laughable, for I had thought too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am praying to God, but well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have 9 wives. Chem, Biology, A maths, E maths, History Elective, Geography, English, Higher Chinese, Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna concentrate on them. No distractions for the final lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after that I will be free, and I can do whatever I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to stay at the school library to revise my work, and pia books everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life from now onwards will be about books. Till then, I have to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Walao I had to hold on to my pee to type out this inspirational post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7098031402324723380?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7098031402324723380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7098031402324723380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7098031402324723380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7098031402324723380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_26.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-660478600865955614</id><published>2008-09-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:45:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to my grandparents' house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bit special because I went with my dad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it special? Well frankly speaking I am not very close to my dad. I don't talk to him, he don't talk to me. And after changing his job to a taxi driver this year, the interaction is even lower than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, when I go home, he will be out, and when he reaches home at around 2am or 3am I will be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I leave home at around 6.55am he will be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I decided to go to my grandparents' house, and coincidentally he also wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time journey takes around one and a half hours. But today was different as my dad had a motorcycle and he could fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros is that we will only need half an hour, but the cons is that my hair will be messed up and flatten because of the helmet, and I will not look shuai anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we reached I saw that my grandmother was skinny and weak. Before the operation she was quite chubby and bubbly. I told her that she 瘦了很多, and she said that she's better now as she had gained quite a lot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous time she had a severe stomachache, and was sent to the hospital to remove something from her intestine/stomach/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is okay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we stayed for quite some time before going home. Then on the way back, my dad suddenly asked, "你懂要怎样回去吗？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no. Then he began to explain how to go back, something like taking the TPE, then blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to concentrate but, as his head was turning back and his mouth was facing the side. While he spoke, the saliva all came splattering onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought I was so suay, kena birdshit while on a motorbike. But luckily when I lick my lips I didn't taste anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng. If not it is so damn xia suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we have around 1 month to O' level now. All of a sudden time seemed short. 1 month and we will be thrown into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be in hell for about a month or so. Then we will break free. Hopefully come next year when I get my results I won't be crying sadly, but with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-660478600865955614?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/660478600865955614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=660478600865955614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/660478600865955614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/660478600865955614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_21.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8429611349687615320</id><published>2008-09-15T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:26:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the Geography Paper 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I think I am back in the embrace of Ms Ong LH and P.Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Geography was totally sucky. I thought screwing up paper 1 was terrible enough, but I also screwed up paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After friday's basketball at the Sun Plaza court, I have totally no mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I took out my Human Geography textbook, and tried to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memorised the points, and flipped to the next page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the next page I tried to recall the points I memorised the previous page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I forgot every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought its because its Saturday, and I need some time to adapt to the mugging mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come Sunday I was also facing the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of studying is weird, I will be online, and playing songs, while I lie on my bed and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I will go back to the computer to take a short break, before continuing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday I was totally glued to the computer. Like omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to resort to writing down points and finally I could barely memorise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this mindset that the exams are over. Although by today, there's Chemistry and Biology MCQ left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its because of Friday's basketball that made me lose focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully now I can concentrate. The last 2 papers, the last lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we can slack for the week. Before pia-ing for O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we won't even slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing that I am going to do is to play basketball after the papers. Long time no sports makes me grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a haircut today. Now my head has lighten considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEONCOMEON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8429611349687615320?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8429611349687615320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8429611349687615320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8429611349687615320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8429611349687615320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_15.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1769216951857328766</id><published>2008-09-14T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:19:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know what the fuck is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been telling some stuff about myself, and about Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's some fucktards spreading untrue stuff. Like she asking me to wait for her after O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never say that. I clarify that everything is untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said some stuff, but certainly not her asking me to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting stuff, is because I am a 痴情的男人, so I decided to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No strings attached whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel that by clarifying this thing, and posting it on my blog would make it simpler for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything, come to my blog, and see this post. 100% truth, I swear upon Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if I ever get wind of who said those untrue stuff, you are seriously gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my wrath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1769216951857328766?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1769216951857328766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1769216951857328766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1769216951857328766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1769216951857328766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-i-know-what-fuck-is-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7260330230437611919</id><published>2008-09-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:49:10.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This afternoon when my dad asked me to fetch my mother home, I was quite puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my dad is going to fetch her home, and a mere distance, like walking alone across the short void deck wouldn't kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I got a call from my dad. I went down, and brought my mum home. I saw her face, tired and worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk closer I saw that her eyes were wet with tears. I got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked what happened. The only thing she did was wave her left hand, as her right chest was being operated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lift I asked if she's okay. She replied, "很痛"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothing funny in her tone. No "Wang Yue Gu's face is weird" whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cooked fish porridge for her. Now she's resting on the sofa, as I typed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope, that she will recover fully, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because its painful to see your family member like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially someone that close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her like this, well, makes me feel not at ease at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, today is an emo day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7260330230437611919?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7260330230437611919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7260330230437611919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7260330230437611919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7260330230437611919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-afternoon-when-my-dad-asked-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5108958529754228793</id><published>2008-09-08T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:11:18.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the Prelims. Okay not officially the first day, but it's the start of the dreadful week, where we will be having everything thrown at us except Geography Paper 2, Bio and Chem MCQ next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ms P.Goh, sorry Ms Ong LH, because I am not really going to concentrate on SS and History anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather go for Geography. Ms Zhang here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's papers are quite okay. The SS was normal. The maths paper 1 wasn't really difficult, but I think I got a few questions wrong because of carelessness here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the nanometre, damn the complete the square graph, damn the nearest cent, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the complete the square graph. You know, the (x+2)^2 +2 thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I subbed  y=0, then I realised that if u bring the 2 over, it will be negative, and you cannot square root it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't thought of subbing values into the equation. I was too rigid in the mind. I kept thinking of switching the 2 over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I stoned at the question for quite a while. Then I tried the general formula. Turns out its also a negative number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't think of how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being a smart ass, I wrote beside the empty graph, "unsketchable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to down 50 when Mr TCW marks my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway over is over and tomorrow is Paper 2. Gotta concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum didn't go to work today because she is going for an operation today. This time is to take out those weird/mutated/strange/funny stuff present in her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suay suay the affected area is at the chest, and so I have to help out with the laundry, cooking, mopping of floor, and practically everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I will also cannot stay back and play basketball after the exams. Have to help out at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been troubling me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response. What's with the sudden muteness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do that, but you cannot do this. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell happened. If I am annoying, tell me. Don't hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have a sudden change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it isn't as bad as I think. In fact I hope for a best case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem after another. Faaaaaaaantastic. During Prelim period. Greeeeeeeeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that I drop tears just thinking of this, late in the night during revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this, give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seriously sucks. Fuck all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5108958529754228793?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5108958529754228793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5108958529754228793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5108958529754228793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5108958529754228793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_08.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5200362855863774523</id><published>2008-09-05T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:37:06.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this will be another weird post, about my likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear some 'omg's in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its very common for us to eat bread everyday, during breakfast, recess, or maybe even supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact bread can be considered a necessity in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, eating those white pieces of dough don't really appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my mum buys bread, unless its those kind, 1 for $1.20 bread, I will leave them untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, she keeps on buying those in a packet, 6 for 2 dollars or somewhat. And those she bought don't really tastes nice. Some weird fillings like coconut, red bean, SWEET POTATOES (I am using caps not because I am excited, but because I think they taste like shit), kaya and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright coconut is still okay, red bean is nice in the form of ice cream, sweet potatoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I ask the uncle to remove it, along with tapioca whenever I eat buh-buh-cha-cha. Basically I am drinking coconut milk with ice, corn, and some jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why can't she buy hotdog buns or whatever that taste nice. Maybe curry I will consider but I have grown sick of that because I kept on eating it during my primary school days. Cheese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, I also hate wholemeal bread, white bread (or whatever you call it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During primary school, my mum, like other mums, allowed me to go to the canteen to buy food everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the days went by, she realised that the noodles (the food that I always buy during recess), were very unhealthy because the soup was cooked with stock cubes and large amount of MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claimed that by looking at the soup, she knew what it contained, and she had a mindset whereby everything which tastes nice would surely have large amount of MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, I was innocent and gullible. So I believed her, and she made bread for me to eat during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would normally put jam, kaya, or butter. No egg, peanut butter, chocolate spread, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of primary one, I was eating bread, everything was just about bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - bread and powdered milk&lt;br /&gt;Recess - bread&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - (my grandmother cooks)&lt;br /&gt;Tea - bread too. But luckily my mum had gone to work, and she would normally spread some peanut butter for me. Sometimes if I am lucky she will fry me a piece of chicken to go along with the bread.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - (my grandmother cooks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its like 70% of my life revolves around bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during Primary 2 I became smarter. And more evil in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I will throw away the bread and go and play catching. Sometimes I will save up some money and buy noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was having so much fun. But soon I became guilty because I feel that I shouldn't let my mum's effort go down the drain. Plus she did it for my own good, she was scared that I would be dropping hair from eating too much MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would take a few bites, then throw it away. Alright at least this is an improvement, now I take a few bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I won't touch the bread at all. I bring it home, and maybe eat it for tea. Or maybe bring it home and throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would keep it in my bag. Until a few days later when my mum dug it out. And she would scold me severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily she began to be more open, and its not everyday bread anymore. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays will be bread day, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I would be allowed to buy food. Which is noodles, for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Primary 3 I am even more clever. I would bring the bread home, and give it to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why he ended up like that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot be blamed. Sometime when I was K2, I went home and saw my brother eating paper. Yes, A4 size blank paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, he was smiling at me and eating it at the same time. What a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I got so traumatised that whenever I have extra food, I would end up giving it to him. Perhaps if I hadn't done that he would be a slimmer person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, when my mum made bread for breakfast, I will finish halfway, and leave the rest on the table. That is during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During holidays, I will eat the part thats nice, and throw the rest away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I know I mentioned a lot of "throw it away" or something along that lines, but bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, when she cooks egg and ham, I will eat the part of the bread with egg and ham, and I throw the rest away. Which isn't a very big area, compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And normally she will also help me by removing the skin. You know, the brown brown thing at the edges of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless its French toast. That's the only kind of food made from white bread, that I actually find it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bread isn't to my liking I will just drink milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright this shall be the end of my food post. I will try and blog other weird habits of me next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish off, I have decided to post a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SME-ZyIy1-I/AAAAAAAAALw/t2SIKGozfDs/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SME-ZyIy1-I/AAAAAAAAALw/t2SIKGozfDs/s320/DSC03378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242540053912279010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Wai Kuong, I mean Zhi Kuong, for posting that I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my hand by the way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy from Jiaqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew my mum came back from Sun Plaza and bought some durian puffs for supper. Luckily its not bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5200362855863774523?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5200362855863774523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5200362855863774523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5200362855863774523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5200362855863774523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SME-ZyIy1-I/AAAAAAAAALw/t2SIKGozfDs/s72-c/DSC03378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4816867414762839689</id><published>2008-09-02T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:34:46.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to buy mixed rice for lunch this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stall was unusually crowded. But that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I will add an egg or omelet(a must!), some meat and tofu/potato/mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I won't order any vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was an exception because they had bitter gourd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I emphasize BITTER GOURD. That's like one of my favourite types of vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I pointed to the green thing, stir-fried with egg. The person stared at me. I stared back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"苦瓜来的leh," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"对，我要。多一点," I said. He looked at me, face blur blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys like it, but I like the crunchiness, the taste. The bitterness is okay with me, just as long as its not too bitter I should be able to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter gourd stir-fried with egg, is simply heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other types which I like, are Kang Kong, 番薯叶, and I think broccoli and cauliflower is okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ladies finger. Difficult to eat and tastes like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am quite okay with veggies. I know some guys, like Derek and Elias who don't eat any veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if you treat Derek some veggie curry with rice, he probably won't eat it since he also don't eat spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when my mum returns home from work, she will cook dinner, and one dish will include purely vegetables. Then there will be fish or egg, and a soup. I like soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No running away, if I don't want to eat plain rice. I tried to do it when I was young and my mum just dumped the whole lot of vegetable on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't eat vegetable if I have the choice. But I can eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Personally I think this is a shit post. Maybe I am really too bored and crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4816867414762839689?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4816867414762839689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4816867414762839689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4816867414762839689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4816867414762839689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3616077959929041467</id><published>2008-09-01T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:14:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since I blogged, but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I don't get something to study, I will feel damn weird and insecure. So everyday, I will force myself to get something to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up by 9am&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, to be finished by 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at 1pm, to be finished by 1.45pm&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at 2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 3.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;5-6pm free time&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at around 7pm (depends on mother)&lt;br /&gt;Study till around 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Slack&lt;br /&gt;12.00am lights out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic. I know this is great but I don't know if I can keep to it. One day for each subject. Maybe Combined Humans shall be on the same day, since its COMBINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives from Malaysia are coming over any time soon, because according to my mum it was Malaysia's National Day today or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might be coming to visit since my mum recently underwent an operation to extract some stuff to test for cancerous cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax its just a routine test so don't go round saying, "Oh Terence's mum is gonna die, I feel sad for him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*** you to whoever says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I did something which I am quite proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mum cooked dinner early, and at around 10pm I was starving as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to cook some noodles. And finished everything by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 packets of instant noodles for supper. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find myself getting fat, luckily. Sorry to "Insert-name here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, eating half a huge plate of chee cheong fun and a glass of milk for breakfast, mixed rice for lunch, a curry puff, burger and milo for tea, mixed rice for dinner, double cheese burger for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I must thank god. For letting me not have the side effects of eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the jumping and running around in basketbal courts, fields helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time was also the first time that my mum did not cook any meal for the day, excluding the chee cheong fun that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to go now. Have to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its kind of no-life, but we have no choice. COME ON :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3616077959929041467?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3616077959929041467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3616077959929041467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3616077959929041467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3616077959929041467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_31.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1621070070713247268</id><published>2008-08-18T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:23:03.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know for the first time in history, I totally couldn't find anytime to blog. In fact I have a lot of stuff to type here, but unfortunately there wasn't enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, even I do not have things to blog, I will force myself to update for the sake of updating. Now, even if I have stuff to blog about, I will go and do some Maths, Biology or Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so uncharacteristic of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway many stuff happened in the past week. Okay people will be thinking that I did not blog about the soccer thing, because we kena thrashed heavily blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to shun the topic. We DID kena thrashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Grace VS 3 Blessing 1-3&lt;br /&gt;4 Grace VS 4 Humility 0-0&lt;br /&gt;4 Grace VS 5 Blessing 0-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all our attacking talent, we only scored 1 goal in 3 matches. Terrible. The only consolation is that I scored the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was very rough, once you get the ball you have to clear it like 3 seconds, if not another fella from the other team would slide you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was pure whacking of the ball, no tactical play whatsoever. Only brute force wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the referee was very kelong. Since all of them knew each other and they are good friends from the soccer club, you will know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While fighting for the ball, I was kena elbowed at the back of my head and the referee did not even batch an eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connect Singapore was a failure. We held hands, listened to MP3, bounced some basketball, eat potato chips, sat on the floor, and moved around the school compound, eagerly anticipating to recite the pledge, only to hear that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like BOOM ITS OVER. No announcement from the radio, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was listening to the radio. Then the teachers told us to hold hands. I thought this would be the moment that I can finally stop holding Marcus's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay don't ask me why am I holding his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the radio, I heard, " 10, 9, 8, 7, ......1". Then I heard, "We, the citizens of Singapore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it cut halfway, by "Hey why are you reciting the pledge on the MRT?". "Oh I was practising for Connect Singapore..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. It was an advertisement for Connect Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued holding hands for a moment. Then teachers came over and said it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a f***ing success. If they given the organizing job to 93.3 or 98.7 maybe they will do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total failure. Seriously we should just stop trying to break the Guinness Records or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should concentrate on activities such as making the world's largest roti prata, longest strand of spaghetti noodle, or even the biggest fishball ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will weigh up to 5 tonnes, with a diameter of 20 metres, height of 5 metres. That will take about 6 months for the whole of Singapore to finish. But it won't be funny if it rolled onto the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lectures koped our PE period again. Seriously, we will get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it's changed to every wednesday now. But it's around the 4th last period or somewhat, so it's going to be damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as long as we get our PE, who cares :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last friday, I had my oral examination. Mdm Lee was kind to pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in the hall, waiting for my turn. I was sitting under an aircon. I wanted to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoseh liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I endured all the way. Luckily I didn't shiver while reading. Luckily my bladder didn't burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened halfway during the oral. I was sitting there, half asleep. Then at once, 3 doors, the one behind us (I was group 1 btw), and the 2 doors at the back of the hall, opened at the same time. Then a huge gust of wind blew in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was 15/08/2008. They said that during the hungry ghost period, the 15th day is the most 'xiong' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG SCARY SIA GOT GHOST DISTURB OUR ORAL EXAMINATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wanted its presence to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being random, have you ever messaged somebody and they didn't reply? I don't know about others, but for me if they didn't reply, I will think that they don't wish to talk to me, find me irritating, don't wanna friend me :( and might even want me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me attention seeker, or anything. But I think it's courtesy. If I'm busy doing something I will reply back later. Unless I don't want to talk to him la, but no one had made me do that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who will break the record ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mum and I were watching the table tennis match. I was eager anticipating a holiday, because I remember reading somewhere, that if Singapore win a gold medal, there will be a holiday on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bathe, and coming back I saw Feng Tian Wei win the first game. I thought this was our day. Our holiday I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wang Nan tocked her. I hid at a corner and didn't bear to look. Then my mum screamed, "Eh, 你为什么piak这样大力!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up. I saw the replay of Feng Tian Wei did a Beckham. Blasting the ball high over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we watched on it was clear that Singapore will not win it. So we were joking around, commenting on players. Then she noticed the doubles match, which I think was played by Li Jia Wei and Wang Yue Gu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum saw that. With a strange tone, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Eh 你看那个人" (pointing to Wang Yue Gu)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "做么leh? 王越谷而已mah"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "她名字怪怪的leh"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "对咯，有一点"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "你看清楚，她的脸也是怪怪的"&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG LOL HAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SKmFcEW_EuI/AAAAAAAAAII/q-9Usnd8Jl0/s1600-h/wangyuegu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SKmFcEW_EuI/AAAAAAAAAII/q-9Usnd8Jl0/s320/wangyuegu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235862759047893730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy now I get what my mum is getting at :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Mdm Wang Yue Gu, if you're reading this, please pardon my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United drew 1-1 with Newcastle. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now I don't really care much about football. I am more into basketball now. Because of the Olympics, in the off period of the football season. It doesn't help that the parade square has 2 basketball rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully if you guys have any links to watch Olympic basketball matches, tell me. I want to watch USA slam dunk their way to gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find the match highlights between USA and Spain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have to mug now, maybe I will try to post when I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I forgot to post sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they said Ming Chuen is in Tan Tock Seng Hospital now, because of a lung collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lung collapse, not funny. He might die anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his condition is not serious. Maybe they anyhow say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon. I don't want to lose a loyal fan of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ONNNNNNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1621070070713247268?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1621070070713247268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1621070070713247268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1621070070713247268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1621070070713247268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_18.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SKmFcEW_EuI/AAAAAAAAAII/q-9Usnd8Jl0/s72-c/wangyuegu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-886192862113867310</id><published>2008-08-12T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:15:43.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seriously brilliantly nice :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-886192862113867310?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/886192862113867310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=886192862113867310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/886192862113867310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/886192862113867310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_12.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2296152110463773644</id><published>2008-08-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:33:22.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will be heading off to the Cage at Kallang, to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its after school. And the thing is, we have to take a bus ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But imagine how much fun we will have, the entire 4GRACE team laughing and joking on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will take a taxi, take MRT, or even sit behind a lorry. Because we are not excused to go off at the intended time, which is 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bloody maths lecture going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while other teams make their way to the Cage on the chartered bus, we will be stuck in the hall or AVA room, listening to maths formula and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. I think I will sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow they are going to kope one of our PE period because of the English thing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway there's still recess and 1 period of PE so it will also be somewhat likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a total of 16 teams I think, 8 each from Upper Sec and Lower Sec. We will be playing 7 games, and it will be 10 minutes per game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a league based system, and the top 2 of each league will meet each other and play for the semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners will go to the finals :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point system is, win - 3 points, draw - 2 points, and lose - 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tactic is to play the ball among ourselves and try to get the 2 points via a goalless draw. 鸟笼传法&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will not be disqualified by playing too defensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MingChuen, for tagging the" 4Humility's gonna thrash 4Grace" whatever shit, we are going to whack you hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SJm1YaARgdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h2_prp4gGHA/s1600-h/DSC03234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SJm1YaARgdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h2_prp4gGHA/s320/DSC03234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231411873069498834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2296152110463773644?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2296152110463773644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2296152110463773644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2296152110463773644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2296152110463773644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_06.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SJm1YaARgdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h2_prp4gGHA/s72-c/DSC03234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5942154593347484322</id><published>2008-08-02T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:43:04.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty exciting day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as per normal, but after school I went to the DNT workshop for a while, to help JJ with his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YAY I helped to file something. As in DNT that filing. Not putting papers into a file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I also helped Budifatty sprayed his artifact, and I also played around by spraying on the grass, tree, floor, wall, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked closely at the tree. I saw ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughtily, I sprayed on them. Now the big red ants are in silver colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 精英部队&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted them to have a shade of silver, so their exoskeleton will look something like a shining armour. If in any event of a big ant war the enemies will surely be frightened off, and this particular troop of ants will be able to emerge victoriously, mutation will cause them to be able to produce this kind of shiny armour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow relating Biology and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think that the spray paint dries instantly. Because I saw some ants not moving. Upon closer look I saw that they have died. I think I drowned them with the spray paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Formation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember of a joke that Mr Chandra told us, about diffusion. He said that when you spray baygon, the smell will diffuse through the air and kill the pathetic cockorach hiding at one corner. Then he carried on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But knowing most of you, you all will just spam spray the baygon until the cockroach is drowned to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats what I just did. I am going to offer a little prayer to those ants. May they RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily some are not as badly affected and are still able to continue their trek back to ant base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back into the workshop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out to take a look at those ants, amazingly they are carrying those sprayed dead ants back to the base. One was gung-ho, carrying one by himself. The others were more cooperative, carrying the dead bodies as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to watch Budifatty and JJ doing their stuff. And crap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went outside and looked at those ants again. Now there are a lot of them, standing on a leaf, and using another leaf as shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever eh? Maybe taking a rest after carrying those dead ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside. And took a light blue spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light blue Formation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I sprayed those ants. Now they have 2 battalions of coloured troops, namely the SILVER FORMATION, and LIGHT BLUE FORMATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the traditional red army they shall rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really took pictures of the light blue formation, because while taking those photos I saw shiny stuff dropping onto the ground, and when I looked at the ground, all were struggling ants trying to shake off the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt disgusted. And cruel. And I quickly ran back into the workshop without taking any more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't call me sadist or whatever, because it's like having a gun in your hand and you want to shoot anything. And I like guns and shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my left thumb got jabbed by a basketball again. Enough is enough. I swear I am going to cut my nails from now onwards. Like FWAH almost the fingernail came out can. Now there's internal bleeding and I cannot apply force using my left thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we played soccer after that. After such long time playing basketball, we have to play if not next week we will get whalloped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class has signed up for the Olympic week soccer thing. Actually we thought of basketball but obviously with Endurance and Faith around we will never make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jacob, Elias, Zhi Kai, Leslie, Xuan Liang, Ming Yan, and me will be representing the class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be so cool and so fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most probably we will be playing during after school. It will be damn hot. And everyone will go home. No spectators :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with such a team I believe we can make it. We shall win the bloody trophy and nike vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I am gonna get proper shoes for playing soccer. All the while I am playing with school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its white, its cool, but when you have to wash it, it isn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can scrub like hell and the stains never disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats all for today. Shall upload photos next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this: Eh relax la. Can be friends. No need scared until write compo and apology letter la -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5942154593347484322?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5942154593347484322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5942154593347484322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5942154593347484322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5942154593347484322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1352708387926754977</id><published>2008-07-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:32.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been raining, raining, and more raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially yesterday. It poured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, me and Xavier just reached Sembawang and found out that everything was wet. Impossible to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to the library. I wanted to read some newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently there was nothing left except business news and some Malay newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, we went to the kiddy zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SInCy98uHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YaRw8jZZSv8/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SInCy98uHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YaRw8jZZSv8/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226923023418662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SInDI8MzIEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KvytpG1C77Q/s1600-h/giant+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SInDI8MzIEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KvytpG1C77Q/s320/giant+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226923400906350658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure these photos revive your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier was the only one eating though, because my mum had cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for him I did some maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then halfway, some random mother with her kids came to sit beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the mother went to order some food, we were talking about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xavier, unfortunately, scold the word, 'F***'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids beside us heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest, around 5 or 6, said to her siblings, "You scold the "f" word, I say you scary" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her younger sister obviously didn't know anything, as she was only a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the elder sister said it. "F***"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She repeated it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a amazingly fast learner! Within hearing the word once she can repeat it, and even teach her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just polluted her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily when her mother came later, the little girl did not go on repeating the word like Mr Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if she said, "the gor gor beside me teach one" then we are screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring. Played basketball during recess and sweated like crazy. After school went to play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah I was elbowed, tripped, and knocked against. My face got slapped. Luckily I didn't wear spectacles if not I might have to change again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we don't play soccer. All seems to be more interested in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today's assembly was funny. Not that it is really meant to be funny. They screwed it up until it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one performance I saw 4 people turning round in circles, while taking turns to speak to the mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get what's that for. Maybe they want to play merry-go-round but that's not the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, Singapore will be playing against Brazil. Singapore selection team, and Brazil Olympic squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Channel 5 will broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to see Brazil do their samba against our own players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys wanted to get tickets to watch the match, since it's 15 bucks per student, compared to $60, the adult price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately only 2000 tickets were offered, and I think they will all be snapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no chance to watch them live :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this time round, it will not be a 7 goal thrashing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United came to Singapore and whooped the Lions 8-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, club comes before country :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, even though Singapore will most likely lose, but it will be an exciting match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I am tired, off to sleep. Going to school tomorrow to watch the POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe play some ball after that :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1352708387926754977?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1352708387926754977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1352708387926754977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1352708387926754977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1352708387926754977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_25.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SInCy98uHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YaRw8jZZSv8/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7064129624621395584</id><published>2008-07-23T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:05:46.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a typical Wednesday. Boring chapel, boring lessons, everything is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something funny happened during maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a paper to do by Mr TCW. As he was walking along my table, he purposely take a look at my answer for a particular question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he did that, maybe because I was drinking water, or that my face did not express determination to complete the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he took a look, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCW: How dare you write 'Pythagoras Theorem' as the answer. You want me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HANTAM-ING&lt;/span&gt; you is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Mr Tan, you cannot '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantam-ing&lt;/span&gt;' me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hantam-ing&lt;/span&gt; is action verb. You can only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantam &lt;/span&gt;me. *gives the smirk face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling very smart. First time I rebutted him and he didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would end here. It didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cringes in pain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCW: You say some more. Now I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantam-ing&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked away. Now it was his turn to smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of my eye I could see his facial expression. It was a "muahahahha lolz noob" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school we played basketball. Something very unfortunate happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Zhi Kai tried to pass the ball to someone, I tried to intercept the ball. When the ball was in mid-flight, my fingers jabbed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud sound and I could not play after that. Apparently all my fingers came into contact with the ball, the other were okay soon after, but my middle finger was injured. There was internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. I spend a few moments jumping in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I won't be able to play basketball, but well nothing is confirmed. Maybe my finger will spasm and I would have to amputate it to save my life. Or maybe I will just die tomorrow. Bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have difficulty holding a pen. And I have Biology homework today. Which means I will strain my poor finger :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing that can make me stress-free is basketball. No stress, no nothing. I have too many things on my mind, only basketball can make me forget all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope what I heard is nonsense. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too naive, maybe I am too trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my best of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7064129624621395584?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7064129624621395584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7064129624621395584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7064129624621395584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7064129624621395584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_23.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4579096940051392400</id><published>2008-07-18T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:32.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a dull school day. Until Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Kai and me were getting bored while Ms JZ stood there teaching. I was lying on my bag, trying very hard to fall asleep, and Zhi Kai was like touching under his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he was touching that area, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he took out a red colour pencil box. Then he explored its contents. He almost ripped the pencil box to shreds with his gargantuan bear paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took out a piece of paper from a small compartment of the pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till this point I did not really took notice what he was doing. Then he exclaimed, that he had found something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the piece of paper. In there wrote a lot of user names and passwords. Like for battleon (who the hell plays this game?!!?), MAPLE, ASIASOFT, and some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chapalang&lt;/span&gt; games that I had never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zhi Kai looked at each other. And smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry we are not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But letting us knowing the username and password, it just got to end up looking ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is spastic, but this means that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOHOOOO WE ARE GONNA HACK SOME POOR GUY'S MAPLE ACCOUNT MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change the password, kope all his money, and sell his equipment. Basically we wanted to make him so traumatised that he will not play Maple again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is pure evil. But it is damn fun. After copying and taking photos of that piece of paper, me and Zhi Kai got so excited that we felt energetic and kept on talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time getting energetic in Geography class, surely that tells you about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never say anything ah, you guys infer yourselves :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everything is set, for the total annihilation of that poor guy's account. From his username and password, we infered that his name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;. And I think he wants to be a thief in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because not only his maple username  is related to bandit, his other usernames too. And he likes the number '1' a lot. One of his passwords is, "benjamin111". What a cool password. One of his username is bandit!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you did not see wrongly. The exclamation marks are part of his username.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE, 3 EXCLAMATION MARKS? I NEVER THOUGHT SOMEONE WOULD ACTUALLY PUT THAT AS USERNAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must applaud the team for their good effort. Zhi Kai and me being the detectives, and FattyFel being our photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SICoaUd8aBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/i9nj6gS9uLk/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SICoaUd8aBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/i9nj6gS9uLk/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224360737874143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked that this is all a prank, maybe when you tried to log in you might get infected by a virus which will make your whole computer crash. Zhi Kai looked at me and gave that stunned look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall we decided that that was too small a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now Zhi Kai suddenly told me, that the account has 2 characters, and both are level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what the hell, level 2. This morning we were discussing and dreaming that we might hack a level 100+ character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently our hopes were dashed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall the whole thing was fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Zhi Kai being a kind hearted person, decided not to touch the items and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lucky he only has two level 2 characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't write your usernames and passwords on a paper and put it in your pencil box. And think of better usernames and passwords. Apparently we almost died laughing just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4579096940051392400?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4579096940051392400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4579096940051392400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4579096940051392400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4579096940051392400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_18.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SICoaUd8aBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/i9nj6gS9uLk/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-793014358687639020</id><published>2008-07-14T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:09:01.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today I went out again. To my Grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been around 1 month or so since I last went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Prelim 1 is over, with that teeny bit of free time I am able to take that long journey to my Grandparents' house at Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat, stayed there for some time, and finally left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my grandmother looked at my leg and commented on my leg hair. Alright I shall not mention Zong Qin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday the clique went to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the necessary stuff we went straight to the beach, played volleyball and beach soccer, and also sun-tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volleyball keeps flying over to some construction site. The first time, we thought of climbing over the metal wall to get the ball. And when we realised that it's not possible, me and Zhi Kuong, who fully utilises his digging technique, tried to dig a hole in the sand to get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily Zong Qin and Hong Kiat managed to get the ball, after walking a big round to the entrance of the construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no unlucky soul would be rolled over by a crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am suffering from sunburnt. I am burning. And when I bathe I must wipe myself carefully, because it is so darn painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I can't afford to stretch myself, because my skin will hurt if I do that. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But amazingly no matter how sunburnt I am, my skin won't peel. It will turn red and dark, but it just doesn't peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be looking like a 小花猫, unlike JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile I have to bear with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow if you guys see me, don't be surprised by how dark I had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my white specs it's something like 黑白配. What a cool nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least today was better, yesterday I looked like a cooked lobster, ready to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are not with me yet, but I will upload as soon as I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone is quite shit, so the pictures are with Tian Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah mei ah, if you are reading this, come online soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-793014358687639020?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/793014358687639020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=793014358687639020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/793014358687639020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/793014358687639020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_14.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5838527967160659405</id><published>2008-07-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:16:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to post pictures as promised. Though it should be post long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall cut the crapping and start the photos galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/tcw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/tcw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Vice-chairman, Chairman, JJ and Mr TCW. Seriously I think he looks like doraemon. Round face, round body, round limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/treebylightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/treebylightning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home with Eugene, we saw a tree hit by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/metwandjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 392px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/metwandjj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mei aka Tian Wei, and JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/metwjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/metwjj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/soccer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer guys. WK, I mean Zhi Kuong's hair is I do one leh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/smile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/standingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 392px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/standingup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving after our highly secret discussion :X  Tian Wei looks like she's scared of being hit by a meteroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandjiani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandjiani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowerrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandjoannas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandjoannas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH I shorter than China Girl :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meeliasdongeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meeliasdongeorge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias, Me, Donovan, and Zheng Xuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandshuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandshuen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;掐死他! 杀杀杀!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/mehkdon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/mehkdon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Hong Kiat, Donovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/clique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/clique.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique after DE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/imbaterence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/imbaterence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imba Terence! Best photo ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/kisszq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/kisszq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Zongqin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/kisszq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/kisszq2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandgeorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/meandgeorge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zheng Xuan, aka Da Fan Shu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/1eboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/1eboys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1E boysss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/blinded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/blinded.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the MRT. Koped from Felicia's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/circle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret discussion. But somehow kena distract by camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/cakesmash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/cakesmash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arise shine, kena smashed by cake -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/circle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/circle2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in black looks like Sir Stamford Raffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that I took with Mr TCW is funny. He looks like he want to sleep. And when I asked to take a photo with him, he tried to be lame and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, 跟你拍照啊? 我不要跟你拍 leh. Okay la 跟你拍 la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there blur blur, finally realising that he's trying to joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao wanna take with me, just say la. Still act until like forced like that. But cute leh. Like some small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's still wearing the teacher's tag. From that we can infer that he is a very dedicated teacher. From his eyes we infer that he did not have enough sleep the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I am mad about SS and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Prelims are over, and finally we can enjoy ourselves for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sentosa tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just made apple pies. Looks nice but still haven't tasted it. She copied my aunt, who went to learn how to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, my mum knows what she's doing. She's quite good at cooking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to enjoy apple pies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5838527967160659405?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5838527967160659405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5838527967160659405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5838527967160659405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5838527967160659405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_12.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4896527629837230863</id><published>2008-07-05T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:15:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the short break, before all the zhong liang ji subjects come rolling in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Which means this weekend you either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;or die until very jialat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So far the papers were okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I am not sure about next week. Chemistry, Biology, Geography, A maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sorry Ms JZ, I might just 'forget' to study Geography somehow. Planning to 'fang diao' Geography since I don't think I learnt a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:宋体;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; then again, miracles happen. But maybe this is rather impossible since Geography Paper 2 is on the same day as Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am not sure Biology is Paper 1 or 2, I will still die anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A few days ago while on the MRT I saw a lower secondary pupil of our school caught in a scuffle with someone who was like 3 times of his age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am not sure but I think hes bald. Apparently not the lower secondary guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So according to what they said and what I saw, our school guy was trying to enter the MRT, but inside the MRT the balding guy is trying to get out. So in a sense our school guy was blocking his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then the doors opened and for some reason, both were shouting expletives and ended up hugging each other. I mean grabbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;According to Tianwei she said she heard f***ing piece of shit. And that was what the balding guy said to our school guy, not the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Most of you would have thought that the kid scolded the balding guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway so the door was closing, the kid tried to pull the balding man in but he managed to wriggle free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then the man walked towards our door, and tried to prevent the doors from closing, by forcing it open with his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know he's abit babaric, like some King Kong but let's just don't mention it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then he asked for our school name. Oh nossssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To which WCK gladly replied 'Presbyterian High School'. Full name somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I keep thinking, what if the kid was me. Maybe I will flung him to the next cabin or whatever if caught in this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But then again, I would not, in the first place be blocking passengers from leaving the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because I am a polite and courteous person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway so far the papers were okay. Maybe except for A maths. I didn't know how to do the proving questions and for the graph, I think I screwed up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But anyway over is over so I will not bother about it too much. Time to focus on the next papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We played soccer on Wednesday, and today was traditionally, our sports day. Luckily I did not have a cramp today, like I did on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wah I was sleeping halfway, then my mum went into my room and asked me some stuff. While I woke up and reply, I think I turned too much until my thigh had a cramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I gave my mum the 'tong ku de biao qing', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and she stared at me blankly. Then I shouted out and she finally knew what I was suffering from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then she chided, " ni kan la, kao shi hai qu ti qiu, ti dao zhe yang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But seriously I need some time to destress. Plus we had no paper other than E maths mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So chiong soccer lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was the same. Chiong until shuang :D But had to sacrifice my lunch as a result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For once football took over food as my list of priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And we got the timetable for what the next weeks will be like. Apparently, we will be having our second Prelims at 31st of july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"OMG WHAT IS THIS? 19 DAYS AFTER OUR 1ST PRELIM!?!?! WANNA MURDER US IS IT???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sadly the last sentence is true. They really want to murder us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I think if the next Prelims is on somewhere like mid august or something it would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And initially I thought the 4th July to 8th July will be the Olympic week. I thought maybe we can have sports for 4 consecutive days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But today Hong Kiat pointed out to me that the Prelims will take over the Olympic week. Which means my dream is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; koped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; my $2.50 and didn't give me the thermometer. And I was just right on time for today's history paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just when I sat on my chair, Mrs A. Lua said, "You may start now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lucky because I did not lose any time, unlucky because I don't have time to cool down and check my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This was not helped by the fact that Ms P.Lim forced me to go up to take my tie. So I ran up and down the gallery for 2 rounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I went into the hall I was perspiring like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not funny. And very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; xia suay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alright that's all for today. Long post blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;P.S I was trying to post just now but apparently they don't like the chinese words, 'zhong liang ji' and 'tong ku de biao qing'. Now even what my mum said is also not allowed. Now I really very tong ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:宋体;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4896527629837230863?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4896527629837230863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4896527629837230863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4896527629837230863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4896527629837230863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2378734235146449838</id><published>2008-06-30T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:04:05.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAIN WON LALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORRESSSSSSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2378734235146449838?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2378734235146449838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2378734235146449838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2378734235146449838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2378734235146449838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_30.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7648307596428785747</id><published>2008-06-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:15:01.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I was late. First day of the semester and I thought I would kena 20 rounds. But luckily in the end we did not run, we just got back our movement forms and were allowed back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, came the shock. Bloody hair check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be very relaxing and we will go through it like a breeze, just like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, after Ms P.Lim checked our class Mr Whitey and Ah Neh came to check our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitey came and caught a few guys. Then he went off. Ah Neh came and caught some other guys. Then Whitey came again for 'second helping'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a bloody air raid. TBT, Kuek Jing, Zhen Shan were caught. And the thing is they were sitting all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine what I am feeling at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hai was longer than Kuek Jing, and TBT. My fringe was I think, longer than Zhen Shan. And I didn't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my fringe to the side, and pushed the collar away from my head. And I also bent down, looking at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is the first time I have been so scared in a hair check. I really don't want the PHS STANDARD HAIRCUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am going to trim it on Monday or something. Hopefully I won't be barred from taking the Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is FATTYFEL'S OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY SO HERES A VERY VERY BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you will like our cards. All were meant from the most bottom of our hearts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally cleared everything. I feel so light-hearted now. Looks like nature takes its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate terrorists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7648307596428785747?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7648307596428785747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7648307596428785747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7648307596428785747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7648307596428785747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_27.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4606306831619911445</id><published>2008-06-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:50:00.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days had been spent, studying, studying, and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will fail Prelim 1 terribly because I still think I am not in the very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pia &lt;/span&gt;mode now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as you all know our english oral assignment will be due today, approximately 23 hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the ever 'hardworking' Terence Ong has typed out his own passage. I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Peter stood in front of the mirror. He adjusted his tie. Even though the backstage is air-conditioned, beads of perspiration flowed down his cheeks. Awhile more he will be going on stage to give a solo performance. All eyes will then rest on this 20-year old piano prodigy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Keep calm Peter,” Peter tried to calm himself down. He was very, very nervous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The curtains parted. Peter walked towards the centre, where the grand, old piano was. Before sitting, he took a bow. Waves of applause echoed in his ears. He felt a huge sense of achievement. Of course, being able to be compared with Mozart and the other great musicians was a reputation that cannot be easily replicated. Many things were going through his mind right now. From young, his parents have always been strict. Forcing him to play the piano since three, Peter’s parents had always hoped that he would also, in future, become a musician like his father and mother. His father was a famous saxophonist in his prime, and Peter’s mother was a violinist who had won a lot of awards, including the most prestigious TerOng Awards. Now, as they are haggard and old, they cannot afford to continue remain at the top anymore. They have the same wish, which is to see their son become the best musician of his generation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;All the efforts are finally paying off now. He now has a chance to perform in front of an international audience. In it, some of them are reporters, musicians, and even headmasters of renowned music schools. Maybe, after a good performance, he would be flying off to another country to pursue his music dream. Wrong, you might think. It should be his parent’s dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“Though it is my parent’s dream to become a good musician, all these years of playing the piano has made me love it. It seems I have an affinity with it,” thought Peter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;He sat down. His fingers swiftly danced around the piano keys. All was beautiful and calm at first. Then the tone changed, into a fast and furious melody. Somehow, it sort of resembles a storm; everything was just messy, like waves crashing onto the ship’s hull, threatening to knock the sailing vessel over. The ship was in a pathetic state, tossed around by the ruthless waves. Then suddenly everything became calm and still. The battered vessel was once again sailing in peaceful waters. Coupled with the sunset, it was a majestic sight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This somehow summarizes his life at the moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  --------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, this is the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chim &lt;/span&gt;shit I ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that the ending would be like this, because if I carried on I think I don't need to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATTYFEL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you get all the wishes that you want! (most probably food but hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day so enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4606306831619911445?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4606306831619911445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4606306831619911445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4606306831619911445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4606306831619911445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_21.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5711833958283335197</id><published>2008-06-16T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:03:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I have been slept awake by a large tuna fish. Don't care how I got the idea, probably Zion but anyway, I had been rudely awakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like only, 2 more weeks to the day we all hate: Prelim 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I shan't talk much here, but in short good luck to everyone who has been mugging, and those who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; enough to study 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which probably wouldn't be me. I am used to doing things last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I will surprise myself by breaking that tradition, maybe by doing some 10 year series or something of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe take a book out and revise past concepts and theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue pursing for what I believe in, I will not give up, and hopefully I will have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5711833958283335197?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5711833958283335197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5711833958283335197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5711833958283335197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5711833958283335197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_16.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2620910018834275807</id><published>2008-06-14T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:26:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Singapore VS Saudi Arabia now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Saudi is leading 1-0 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Singapore play can be quite frustrating. Because they like to pump long balls and crosses. They always pass their way to midfield, and from there, they like to lob high balls to the strikers. Though the passing has improved but obviously every fan wants to watch slick passing and movement, and not just lumping high balls to the strikers. Not that our strikers are very tall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can score. Hopefully its not a repeat of the previous game which we lost 1-0 to Uzbekistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that when we pass around our way to the opponent's goal, we will run out of ideas. Players will not pass and run. Little choices to pass to. No wonder they lob those high balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am waiting excitedly. Spain will be playing against Sweden. And by that time I will be converted to a Spain fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah their passing is swee, movement is swee, counter attacking is swee. Everything is swee. Even their players also quite handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another team is Holland. If they also pass swee, attack also swee, and also score swee goals. Like the recent one which Sneider turned and shoot, against France. And they are fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad point is that the defence is not swee. The defenders are quite average and there are not many star players in defence. And during friendlies their defence shipped in quite a number of goals.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What the shit Singapore just missed a golden chance -.- and wtf Saudi almost scored.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to topic. But, attack is the best form of defence. If Holland can keep on their momentum and attack, the opponents could not really create much chances. Compared to Holland, Spain has a better defence.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FUCK SAUDI SCORED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;But anything can happen. If Holland and Spain meet each other, it will be a very mouth watering, exciting match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting brilliant attacking football. No boring&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 鸟笼传法&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You will never feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Damn it Singapore missed another chance. Shahril missed with a volley with the goal at his mercy.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Kaka's newborn son, Luca, is born on the same day as me. 10 of june. Don't be jealous, Jiani and Juinli :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2620910018834275807?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2620910018834275807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2620910018834275807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2620910018834275807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2620910018834275807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8386883969200872884</id><published>2008-06-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:30:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a look at my presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are cards, water bottles, and a wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a bit lazy to really read and see through the presents, but hey I slept with them for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they had become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to Tianwei if you're reading this, I think you really should stop calling me&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 姐姐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  when I am obviously a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of me actually looks like a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a few days ago me and JJ were watching Sweden VS Greece in the wee hours of morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one part where the Greece defenders were standing there passing back and forth to one another, like left back passes to centre back, and the centre back passes to the right back, and it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh what the heck what are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;JJ: Eh ya lo why the ball never cross the halfway line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing went on for 2 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: EH SIA LA WHY THEY STILL DOING THE SAME THING!?!?&lt;br /&gt;JJ: HHAHAHAHHAH WTF&lt;br /&gt;Me: IS THE TV SPOILT? WHY KEEP REPLAYING SAME THING ONE?&lt;br /&gt;JJ: LOL THE BALL FINALLY CROSS THE HALFWAY LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible. Watching them passing the ball, I also can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that can go Euro Championship, then I also can join la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame leh, watching them pass the ball around, no attacking football, negative keeping the ball in their own half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse than Singapore, at least Singapore will seek to score goals. And if they don't the opposition will counter-attack and score goals. Singapore concedes, but I don't care. Either way its still goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can watch Euro 2008 on my TV. I didn't subscribe to SCV. I didn't watch the preview channel because it would only broadcast the first match of Euro 2008, the two semi-finals, and the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had the, all mighty and powerful, GLOBAL TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? It is an Indonesian Channel. I was looking for the StarHub preview channel one day, but instead I tuned in accidentally to Global TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was all disappointed to be unable to tune in to the Preview Channel. But then, when I saw that Global TV was broadcasting the first match, Czech Republic VS Switzerland. Even though the quality was quite bad but I still can see the players' faces, jerseys, and the goalposts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is the sound quality. I could not really hear the commentator is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;And there's the fizzy sound to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I have to do is to keep the volume down, and it will be fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay up to 2am again, to watch Romania VS Italy. Hopefully I will not have any hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8386883969200872884?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8386883969200872884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8386883969200872884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8386883969200872884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8386883969200872884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8738431356659457842</id><published>2008-06-11T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:28:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will be dedicating this post to everyone who celebrated my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the clique: Thanks for making the board and giving me presents and cards :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chun Kiat: Thanks for buying the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Wai Kuong: Thanks for helping me carry stuffs and hold the board while I am at the concert :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Don: Thanks for smashing the cake on my face. Watch out on your birthday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tianwei, Hong Kiat and Jiani: Thanks for wishing me on your blogs. A pity they didn't come to the concert :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Zong Qin: Thanks for chopping seats :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jiaqi: Thanks for your accompany and talking with you was great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Juin Li, JJ, Felicia, Yuhyan, Joannas: Thanks for missing everything because of Arise Shine. LOL JOKING. Thank you Juin Li for your company at Macs. Thank you JJ, Felicia and Yuhyan for your wonderful marvelous birthday present *winks*. Thank you Joannas for her belated sms! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Choon Keat: Thanks for your treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Zhi Heng: Really I think he deserves some special mention because he has been faithfully giving me presents since we met during sec 2. I think that's very kind of him to remember and despite being in different classes in sec 3 and 4 he still manages to give me every time on my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Boon Teck: Thank you for hugging me and for the solo Birthday song. Shall post the video someday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others who sent me and sms to wish me a Happy Birthday: Thanks for all the smses! I really could not afford to reply every sms because I am on prepaid card. If I reply every sms I will go broke. So the only way is by thanking everyone on my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I missed out on anyone because I am still in a trance now, my mind still isn't clear. Luckily there is no tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, although this is the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xia suay &lt;/span&gt;birthday I ever had, but it is easily the most memorable and most fun birthday I ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8738431356659457842?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8738431356659457842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8738431356659457842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8738431356659457842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8738431356659457842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_3540.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-907398771113111019</id><published>2008-06-11T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:33.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was over 13 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at around 1.40pm I received a call from Donovan. He told me to reach the MRT at 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was laughing and laughing while talking. I asked curiously, and he said he was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late in the end. Then when I reached there I only saw Jiaqi and Tian Wei. Talked for a very short while, and suddenly the guys + Jiani suddenly popped up behind me and gave me the presents, cards, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I realised that Zong Qin was not there. So being curious I asked them where he is. They said he will be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a reasonable answer, because Zong Qin is seldom late, but if he is late, he will be damn late. Like 1 hour late or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we heck cared him first, and proceeded to Gelare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking across the zebra crossing, at the corner of my eye I saw our dear Hong Kiat suspiciously tried to get closer to me. His actions were a bit cute, like a small excited kid running to his dad or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a bit curious (again), and asked Hong Kiat what he was doing, why did he try to get close to me. He was like "no nothing&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 没有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at this moment I realised something was strange, and quickly turned and shouted loudly,"&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt;你们要做东西!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I saw Zong Qin about a metre from me, trying to force me to wear the "advertisement board"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end after their relentless and tireless persuasion, I wore it. And walked around Sun Plaza with my head down, expecting eggs or tomatoes to be thrown at me any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in the middle, they were walking beside me, like in the olden days escorting a prisoner to be executed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the people in Macs looking outside the window, and laughing like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SE9kxRBaD9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ukjYlgDUbv0/s1600-h/board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SE9kxRBaD9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ukjYlgDUbv0/s320/board.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210494091436625874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I wore it until we reached Gelare. Luckily it was not as crowded. If I were to parade at night I think I would get walloped by some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buay song&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, and played cards also. Thanks for Choon Keat for treating me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from some of them I learn that they were at the Sembawang Library making the board since 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually when Donny called me they were in the library. No wonder he was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, they purposely find all my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xia suay &lt;/span&gt;photos and pasted on the board. Even me myself looked at it and thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the photos is at Tian Wei's blog. That 'wonderful' sister of mine said she went through her album and tried to find the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xia suay &lt;/span&gt;photo to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kuong said that there was a photo with JJ, and they CUT OFF JJ's face and only kept mine. If only they didn't do that, JJ will also have his face paraded around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after eating we went to the arcade. Then we played the basketball thing. Choon Keat wanted to challenge. He said the loser will have to pump 20. Then he wanted to have practice, and so me, Hong Kiat and Jiaqi were beside him, watching him shoot and score like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I secretly told Jiaqi, that if losing by a point means 20 pumping, I would have to do like 2000 pumpings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sabo-ed me by telling Choon Keat that we should count the pumpings by score. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we decided that, the difference in points divided by two, is the number of pumpings the loser have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I owed him 97. Which means I am 194 points behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at most I would only owe 50. How naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he had forgotten about it already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to a playground, then talked, crapped, and laughed at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Republic Poly to watch 'Arise Shine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I actually went to a concert. A concert where everything is peaceful and artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the rehearsal everything was not what I have expected, but I have to say that yesterday the performances by all the Performing Arts CCAs did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the choir, during the rehearsal you hear mumblings. But yesterday the voices are clear, projected out. You can hear what they are singing. Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its also partly that I was sitting in the gallery during the rehearsal, and the 3rd row from the front during the concert. Or maybe the choir attire motivates the people. But all in all it was a great performance. UVPHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I had Jiaqi and Derek beside me so I didn't really feel sleepy. Derek entertained me with some funny and crap comments. Jiaqi gossiped with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SE9pv9wrKZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mO-D1pECUYU/s1600-h/jiaqi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SE9pv9wrKZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mO-D1pECUYU/s320/jiaqi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210499566644439442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when the green light shone on band, I was freaked out. It was like a town full of ghastly souls. Believe me, you wouldn't want to see the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another CCA had a person standing at the back with light shining on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also dazzled by the Emcees' dazzling speech. But to be fair I thought they improved compared to during rehearsal. But the 'Jurong, Yishun, Yio Chu Kang' thing was a bit, dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance took up most of the second half of the concert. Walao, they really can stretch la. It's unfair that they can do this kinds of stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was me my back would have snapped and I will be on my bed for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought I was quite lucky during the finale. Seating in the middle of everything. And in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the concert ended after that, and we exited the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wandering around and talking to people. Then Jiaqi pulled me to one side. Donny also joined in. And we chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was looking for Zong Qin because he suddenly disappeared. Then I saw him at a corner doing something weird. Together with Yuhyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked over, Jiaqi and Donny desperately tried to held me back, but to no avail. Don even said, 'eh terence I tell you a secret'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I got tricked by him, every time I went over and the secret would be, "Eh you know, Terence Ong sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I walked over and surprisingly they took out a cake, and they sang a birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Chun Kiat and Wai Kuong went to buy a small cake during the period when we are watching the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to tradition, I knew I cannot save my face. Apparently we like to smash cake on people's faces during birthday. So I surrendered. I took off my sweater, specs, and the things I am carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they asked me to wish for something. I knew the moment I closed my eyes, my face would be covered in cream and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAM! Donovan smashed it. I can taste the cake on my cheek with my tongue :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the toilet to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to the MRT station. Halfway I thought the dance people would be walking the other way and so I said bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few minutes they were still behind me and I ended up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being lao kui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end they went to Causeway Point and we went to train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Zhi Kai, Xavier, Juin Li, Zong Qin camped at Macs to watch football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zong Qin arrived late, while Juin Li came back from Causeway Point. JJ arrived later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end me and JJ walked home together. As it was late I allowed to camp at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zong Qin that crazy guy said he will be walking home from Sembawang. So he rejected my offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to sms me when he reached home. He did call JJ at 2.37am, but in the end the sms never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he didn't get into trouble halfway and called JJ to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end me and JJ watched Greece VS Sweden. Continuing the 'Football Marathon'. So we were up until 5 plus. Then we went online to watch some funny football, basketball, extreme sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I cannot tahan and I slept halfway. Then he played dota and some other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at 7am because my mum came into the room. I think she made a cup of milo for him. Without sugar and condensed milk. Only the power and water. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we slept after eating breakfast. Don't be mistaken. I slept on the bed and he slept on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sleeping I am ready to collapse any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we slept until 12, and I walked him to the MRT. Finally the long and eventful day is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post will be coming shortly, I will be thanking everyone for what they did and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last note thank you guys for everything you have done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-907398771113111019?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/907398771113111019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=907398771113111019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/907398771113111019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/907398771113111019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_11.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SE9kxRBaD9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ukjYlgDUbv0/s72-c/board.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2027714287424720897</id><published>2008-06-10T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:52:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will be going to 'Arise shine' with the clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully after that they won't plan to rape me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe after that we would be watching Spain VS Russia at Mac or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone who wished me 'Happy Birthday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got 2 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is to really brush up on my maths hopefully get good grades for O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all those performers too. You guys must perform well because its MY BIRTHDAY. WHICH IS MY DAY. MY&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Omg I sounded like Brina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking quite a lot. All these things contradict each other. That is, from what I thought. I may be wrong. I may be right. Positive, Negative, Others. Confusing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I must clear these up if not I might just explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2027714287424720897?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2027714287424720897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2027714287424720897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2027714287424720897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2027714287424720897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_10.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-4959089893645521777</id><published>2008-06-06T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:22:28.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of the extended lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. I wished I had slept and 'forgot' to come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I still managed to wake up at 9 and reach school at around 9.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seating beside Budifatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received smses from 2 person. One from sister Tianwei and another from an absolute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post the whole conversation here. And my thoughts and feelings at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Hey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: F*** you&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks. When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I got a shock because that person is really idiotic. I barely settled down and he wanted to ka chiao me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay come second floor find me. Remember to ask permission from teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around to see if anyone was walking around peering into classes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Okay. Which room?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chionh Chew Peng homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am trying to annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: What the F***? You come find me la. Go toilet settle.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Don't want la I shy. You tell me who you are and I come find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to trick him into telling me but apparently he wasn't born yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Who is your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got confused by this. I didn't know what '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt;' means. I thought he wanted to hit me until '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt;'. But after asking Budifatty he told me '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt;' means head or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was very very annoyed and irritated. And so I replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure you got the correct number? You come here anyhow scold vulgarity and you wanna ask who is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt;? My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt; is SPF la, Singapore Police Force, you come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka chiao&lt;/span&gt; me again I report case to police."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that, the stranger replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris is pro :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Bloody bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at this point Budifatty told me to add his new number. To think that, I was showing him the conversation between me and the "stranger". Actually I knew something was fishy. Because I felt the number was familiar. And I saw him smsing people too. But all I saw was Liquan's messages. So I didn't think much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I must think harder. If he weren't so fat I would have killed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-4959089893645521777?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/4959089893645521777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=4959089893645521777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4959089893645521777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/4959089893645521777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_06.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7674366918760460978</id><published>2008-06-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:21:16.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a complain post. For those who don't watch or football, if you want you can scroll down and try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed most of you should know the results by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uzbekistan 7 Singapore 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Lewis. Fuck Precious (btw its the name of the defender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first goal, he didn't pick up the attacker's run. And allowed him to tap the goal in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis should have dived quicker to prevent the second goal. But it was Bennett's fault for slipping and allowing the attacker to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember the 3rd 4th and 5th goal. I only know that the 5th goal is a goal from a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU FREAKING BELIEVE IT!?!?! GOAL FROM A CORNER? AT THE TOP LEVEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO THIS IS AN INTERNATIONAL MATCH. A WORLD CUP QUALIFIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WTF WE CONCEDED ONE STRAIGHT FROM A CORNER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lewis only made a decent save at the 83th minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is like finally, considering his standards he could have kept most of the goals out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be fair, although we got whooped in the ass, we managed 3 goals against the people from Central Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 goals against a team which hadn't conceded in all their matches in the competition so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only our defence was better. We could have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing and movement was good. And we managed to test the opposing keeper quite a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we played like this (except the defence), I think we can completely own other South East Asian countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's match was full of excitement. From the first minute to the last it was dramatic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had thrown our own dear JJ in goal we might have won. At least the Uzbek players would have been frightened off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kuong joked that if JJ tried to sign up for the team he would be automatically accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I am itching to play football after watching. I don't know, I just have an itch to slide people and make them fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who shall be my victim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7674366918760460978?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7674366918760460978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7674366918760460978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7674366918760460978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7674366918760460978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_03.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7772009907394358657</id><published>2008-06-01T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:33.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually bothered to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been, sadly, very slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the extended lessons are not very helpful. We spend like only 4 hours in school, compared to the full day during the EOY holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with some screw ups, teachers are missing lessons, students turning up at the wrong time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think if we stayed at home and study on our own, it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, luckily our classes are on the first floor, and just outside there are basketball rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't be bothered going to the field and play football, and so a lot of us are playing basketball now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now because of basketball I suffered 2 knocks, 1 to the hip and another to the chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I almost had to do facial surgery because while dribbling the ball, Zhen Shan charged in and BANG! his shoulder hit my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, stunned, because I swear I felt my lower mouth was empty. I thought blood will be flowing and my teeth all dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, after checking nothing was missing. Hopefully the teeth didn't switch place with one another or I swallowed them without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's hard to lie on my bed and read because my chin cannot support my head because of the bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having a vision that my hip bruise will slowly aggravate to a dislocated hip. That will be really awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the hawker centre behind our school is enjoying a lot of business, mostly from students of our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the school should demolish the canteen and consider buying over the whole hawker centre. That will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had a chat with someone. In order to protect the person I will not name that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were gossiping about people, and for some reason we talked about our beloved Wai Kuong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone suggest that he should change his name to Zhi Kuong. Because the name "Wai Kuong".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate. But it's not funny if you are Wai Kuong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to my birthday! And I also realised that Raymond's on 13th, Derek's 15th, along with Gladys, whose birthday is on 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to find another person who is born at 11th, and 14th. Then we can celebrate for the whole week. If they are in the clique I think most of the people will be broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Raymond is also born at Mt Elizabeth hospital, same as me. He joked that maybe we are sleeping right beside each other in the same incubator and didn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mum confirmed that she left the hospital a day after giving birth. So there is no chance for us to be sleeping beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a possibility of him sleeping on the bed that I shitted, vomited, and drooled on. I guess that he must have felt my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SEIvq5V-v3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RbbewzOJ1yA/s1600-h/raymond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SEIvq5V-v3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RbbewzOJ1yA/s320/raymond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206776533187739506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he became like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SEIwIpV-v4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/An5MpdIZHRk/s1600-h/me+gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SEIwIpV-v4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/An5MpdIZHRk/s320/me+gay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206777044288847746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think we have an uncanny resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos courtesy from Wai Kuong's, I mean Zhi Kuong's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7772009907394358657?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7772009907394358657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7772009907394358657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7772009907394358657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7772009907394358657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SEIvq5V-v3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RbbewzOJ1yA/s72-c/raymond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7942544082813170317</id><published>2008-05-25T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:34:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, my specs are broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the shop and asked if it was possible to fix it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, they could not piece the lens together as the "thing" holding the string split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at it for some time, I thought that there were 2 ways. One, is to use a plier to clamp the "thing" back to hold the string. Risky way, because if my hand slipped or something, I would have scratched the lens and my specs will be gone case. And even if I clamp the "thing" back, there is no guarantee that it will hold the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way, was to simply cut the string that was hanging out, and put the lens in the same place. Amazing the lens will stay in place, but if there is a heavy knock, it will fall to pieces. And you have to fix it back again. If Donovan knocks into you. You have to fix it again. If ZongQin elbows my face again, I will have to fix it. If the wind is strong, the lens will fly right into your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool isn't it? Thanks to the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I didn't do it myself. I showed the specs to my father, and he decided that cutting off the string and placing it back will be a safer way. But he added super glue to make the lens stay, in case I eat some curry rice and the lens fall off. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay, but my specs was a bit crooked. I kept twisting and turning it, hoping to make it look straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I twisted too hard and the lens, despite with super glue, part of it became loose. I gave it back to my father, hoping he will perform some miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end disaster struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he did, but judging from the condition of the lens, it seems that he had spilled too much glue, and it caused my lens to become blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat like cataracts. Now I know how my grandmother feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother went absolutely mental. She kept saying that the specs was only 6 months old and kept nagging and nagging. She even told my dad to make a $50-$60 specs, in case I broke it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I chosen a white specs, which can be twisted and turned easily, one which is more suitable for sports. Hopefully it won't end up like the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to seek compensation from ZongQin. $115 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my mum did not scream at my dad after looking at the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved sister aka K2 kid Ms Lim Tian Wei wanted to be famous, and so I shall grant her wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/tw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/tw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:414.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\88\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want it, You get it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7942544082813170317?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7942544082813170317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7942544082813170317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7942544082813170317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7942544082813170317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_25.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2589124807175492113</id><published>2008-05-24T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:53:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from ZongQin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zongqin's birthday just passed. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZQ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to his house for a surprise. But unfortunately he was too smart for his own good, and in the end discovered what we are planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because a kid told him that there were a lot of people in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while walking to the basketball court we saw that guy. And we chased him even though he was riding a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 11 year old kid was so traumatised that he actually sped up and quickly rode away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But halfway, we met him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We teased him, and tried to act like gangsters to intimidate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "If you dare to do it again, we will break your bicycle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that will scare the shit out of him and not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baotoh &lt;/span&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I kissed him after singing the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was so slimy and sweating that I actually felt disgusted even after washing my mouth with a scrub and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they took a picture of it. I will post it when I have the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chu wen &lt;/span&gt;was given to a guy. A hairy one at that. It's like giving one to a chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while playing basketball, he broke my specs. I think he did it for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing a match against Don's brother and gang, my feet cramped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought after resting for 2 minutes I am okay. Then I played, and my calf muscle cramped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao&lt;/span&gt; in the end I have to crawl out of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WCK also cramped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joannas also had her specs broken. By the same man. The birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was the unluckiest. I got both -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the reason why I am not posting DE pictures is that my phone really sucks, and it cannot take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to ask people to be my camera man, to help me take photos. And I asked a lot to take. So my lovely pictures are scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need time to scout and collect for other photos, and hopefully I can post them as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the next 1 or 2 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went to visit my grandparents today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather's memory is getting from bad to worse. He even asked my mum how many children does she have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is real saddening. I think if I stop visiting them for a while, they will forget me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want that. I am close to them. I don't want to lose the people that I am close with. Even those I think I am close with, I also do not want to lose them. Even they think that they are not close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same for everyone else that I love and appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I can I am going to visit them every 2 weeks. Or even make that 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am off to sleep now. Going to Sentosa 8 hours later from now. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2589124807175492113?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2589124807175492113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2589124807175492113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2589124807175492113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2589124807175492113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_24.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5993117584779473352</id><published>2008-05-22T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:33.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling high right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF ENGLAND, AND NOW, KINGS OF EUROPE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SDTWlYuDrkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b7EiMOgQXUQ/s1600-h/champions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SDTWlYuDrkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b7EiMOgQXUQ/s320/champions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203019407298899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Reds go marching on, on, on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5993117584779473352?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5993117584779473352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5993117584779473352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5993117584779473352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5993117584779473352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_22.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SDTWlYuDrkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b7EiMOgQXUQ/s72-c/champions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-6321617886367994902</id><published>2008-05-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:34.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who are still blur, today is mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all the mothers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother made a wooden horse, and a heart-shaped card for my mother. Apparently, being lazy, I had a request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 猪肉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I know you did everything. But just tell Mummy that I did the horse and you made the card. Can?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: You lazy ass, go buy a cake yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Now I am a bit pressurized because my brother just handed them to my mother, and she even said, "See your bro had already done something. What will you do next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went downstairs to buy newspaper to prevent embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Friday, the guys, plus my little cute sister Ms Lim Tian Wei went to Orchard to shop for DE clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there, and at Topman we went in and tried shirts, and apparently, blazers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SCZnspTANGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vhtDznravH8/s1600-h/blazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/SCZnspTANGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vhtDznravH8/s320/blazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198956836543280226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a ghost because the freaking light was just above me. Wai Kuong looks like he's going to a funeral. JJ thinks that by smiling he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway from that angle you can see that JJ is actually shorter than Wai Kuong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot wearing it. I think if we were living in some European country I will buy and wear it everyday to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we walked and walked, but failed to buy anything. In the end we went back to school to play football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we went to scout for clothes again. Finally this time, with my mother, I finally bought something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Xavier, Hong Kiat, Wai Kuong, and JJ were supposed to meet 4pm at AMK MRT. Since I don't really know how to pick clothes, and because of the fact that my mother is a seamstress, I asked her to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bloody hell, she took like half an hour to make up and in the end we were late by 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with the kayak boys, namely Zongqin, Zhikai, Donovan, and Derek. Then we went to shop for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being left out of the group as my mother was around, and I cannot do anything funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end JJ was the one who shopped the most with me. At last I settled everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on a shirt with a vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ was beside me btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I bought my shirt at spade, and my jeans will be coming tomorrow. So in the end, I will look most probably like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;................................................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Don't show you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still reading? If you are then I have no choice but to reward your loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 365px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image0192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-6321617886367994902?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/6321617886367994902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=6321617886367994902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6321617886367994902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6321617886367994902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_11.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/SCZnspTANGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vhtDznravH8/s72-c/blazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8829963245491014089</id><published>2008-05-07T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:28:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry retest was cancelled because the teacher was absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, she being absent was a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are not sure whether she tried to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; school to go to St James or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Nicholas said that he saw our beloved teacher in the mrt. And when he smiled at her, she quickly looked back to her phone and pretended not to see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was a class act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't name any names in case someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baotoh, &lt;/span&gt;maybe that will lead to her being sacked or something. Of course that's the worse case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best case scenario is that part of her salary gets docked and donated to the school beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win-Win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe she had something urgent, like some family matters, and thus had to be absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, no sane person will go to St James at freaking 7am plus?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until the whole thing is confirmed we shall wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been to my second home for about a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mr TCW homeroom by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everytime I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; call up by him to do corrections, updating, and doing maths questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, even though I didn't went, I still had to stay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I hadn't pasted those exercises and he loves me too much to prevent me from going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a time when I did my corrections and handed to him for marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere, he suddenly whistled the tune of the Barney song (while marking my book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the Barney song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;You love me,&lt;br /&gt;We are happy family,&lt;br /&gt;with a great big hug,&lt;br /&gt;and a kiss from me to you,&lt;br /&gt;won't you say you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that this song is a lie? If we are freaking "happy family" then why did he keep asking me to stay back!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lyrics should be changed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do corrections,&lt;br /&gt;You pump me,&lt;br /&gt;We are bloody enemies,&lt;br /&gt;with me staying back,&lt;br /&gt;and do 200 pumpings,&lt;br /&gt;won't you say you hate me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be a lyricist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, everyone was laughing to themselves but he didn't care. He continued to whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for a period he was gone, and we were discussing about what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking halfway he suddenly came into the class and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diao-ed&lt;/span&gt; us for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone went quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing happened. He just carried on doing his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, although he likes to pump people and call up people for corrections, he is a brilliant teacher. Now I am enjoying maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, not trying to be gay, he is kind of cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8829963245491014089?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8829963245491014089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8829963245491014089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8829963245491014089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8829963245491014089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_07.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8213745071667539143</id><published>2008-05-05T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:46:02.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tianwei blogs like that, and I will also blog like that to increase my post counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh god, my sexy photo is on Wai Kuong's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8213745071667539143?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8213745071667539143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8213745071667539143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8213745071667539143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8213745071667539143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/tianwei-blogs-like-that-and-i-will-also.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1027328146914080900</id><published>2008-05-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:42:00.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am physically very tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we played soccer after school. And for don't know what reason I feel damn tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired that I actually dozed off while reading the newspaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually reading football news. Then my eyelids started to get very heavy, and soon I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up, ad dinner, and went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the creepy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was clearing my nose, I spotted some white white substance, something like mucus but not quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pull it apart, but couldn't. Then I suddenly thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it brain matter? Because today when we played soccer, I headed the ball quite a lot, and the ball is especially hard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got really scared. Up till now I still don't know if it's just some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pisai &lt;/span&gt;or is my brain going to slowly drip out from my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, don't want to die so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AARON, ELIAS, AND JIACAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think their mothers must have conspired to give birth on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, they might even be born at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really damn cool if it's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1027328146914080900?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1027328146914080900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1027328146914080900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1027328146914080900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1027328146914080900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1367454138467592906</id><published>2008-04-29T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:40:02.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will not be a boring post like the previous, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Chinese exam. Compo was pretty okay, but I think I screwed a bit on Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was so bored that I almost, but fortunately didn't, fall asleep while reading the compre passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sleeping, Boon Teck is sitting behind me. Do you get what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means that when I see Boon Teck sleeping, I will uncontrollably yawn and lie on the table to get a rest. Vice Versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was sleeping until very song for Paper 1. Apparently(wah I didn't use this word for a long time), he prepared everything. He stapled after finishing, used the dictionary to prevent the papers from flying, then he lied on the table. When Ms P.Lim came to collect he was still sleeping soundly, and only slowly raised his hand to allow her to take the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but I didn't feel sleepy during Paper 1, only during Paper 2 did I feel lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, we were sitting somewhere talking crap and stuff. Then Mr TCW called out, "Terence you meet me after school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Open mouth big big*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being innocent, I asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still ask me why? Corrections and content page never update, exercises never paste in. Down 80."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Open mouth VERY BIG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I avoided doing them in the front of everyone because I crapped that there was Paper 2 and I was scared that I cannot concentrate because of the 80 pumpings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was um-chioing by the way. Evil man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could evade capture, because I planned to run and live another day. But, at the last minute, he came into the half-empty class, and sat on one of the tables and waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms P.Lim saw him. She asked if he wanted to speak to the whole class. Guess what he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I only want to see one person. Terence." Then he um-chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HMT people laughed like shit. That made me very disappointed. I can't believe they are so heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after packing up I asked him what's wrong. He pointed to me the content page, and said if I never update or paste any exercises, 20 pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have thought it was manageable. But total there were 3 books. And in one particular book, I kena 80 because there were 1 not updated, and 3 not pasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to count everything. I tried to, but couldn't. Because there were too many not pasted, and I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Mr. Tan, like a lot of stuff leh. Cannot count."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay la, like that I round off, you do 200 for me." Mr TCW said merrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when he said that my jaws dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 200 FREAKING PUMPINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing 59, I told him I could not do anymore. So he asked, "How much did you do already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could cheat him. So since he rounded off, I also rounded off. "60" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah you don't think I don't know you do 59 only. Want to bluff me is it? No integrity, down 20."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was very bullshit, so I just did 1 to reach 60, and fortunately he stopped. He told me to do them and give it to him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing I REALLY tried hard to find him. But I REALLY couldn't find him. And so I changed and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing, something happened. Everyone was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While fighting for the ball, Zong Qin and Ming Chuen had some sort of contact, and that caused Ming Chuen to fall on the floor and shout like he's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya He gei gei injury one la, nothing serious, we play on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ming Chuen rolled up his pants. His knee was dislocated. The knee looked like it was moved further to one side. It was gruesome, it was disgusting, revolting, all the disgusting words you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went, "Wtf". ZongQin was shocked. We were all shocked. Derek quickly ran to find a teacher, and someone went to get a chair for him. Within minutes, some teachers came. Then he was carried all the way to the general office area to wait for the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, they got ice from the canteen vendors, and Ms. LSP told me to take off my smelly size46 t-shirt to use it to wrap the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went topless for that short walk to the canteen. It was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway within 10 minutes the ambulance came, and we watched MingChuen being carried onto the ambulance and driven off to KK hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ms. LSP said, "Okay it's okay now, you all can go back and play already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed because we knew what each other was thinking. WHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO PLAY AFTER SEEING MINGCHUEN LIKE THAT!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up the whole post. What an eventful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1367454138467592906?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1367454138467592906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1367454138467592906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1367454138467592906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1367454138467592906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_29.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2908488130358365149</id><published>2008-04-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:21:03.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I have not been updating. Well you see I was quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest craze in school: DE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole thing is screwed. Inter-class or class, term 3 or next month, everything is mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think most likely the thing is set at 16 may. I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to get. Luckily I think I am going with the guys to go and buy those suits and ties. Hopefully ZongQin will not appear in singlet and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the partners, I have heard some funny stuff about the others but I think I won't blog about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I won't be going with the telephone. Tianwei I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its inter-class I will most probably be going with Jiaqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I don't end up with scratches and teeth marks everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to wear. If you guys have any good combinations please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, unfortunately I was late again on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to run. But I didn't want 3 demerit points to be taken away like free. So in the end,  we ran 15 rounds around the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I didn't sweat as much as last time. Friday was pretty cold, and it helped that 70% of the time was walking and not slow jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I actually did homework on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed, that's because I will be going to my grandparents house on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S this post is kind of boring, btw, GO ON UNITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2908488130358365149?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2908488130358365149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2908488130358365149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2908488130358365149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2908488130358365149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_26.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1611282686607318135</id><published>2008-04-12T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:34:24.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow quite a lot of stuff happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I went to celebrate my grandfather's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so everyone went to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhu chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you guys remember in a post long ago, I mentioned about a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siaocharbor &lt;/span&gt;shitting in the drain or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was eating, she went around in the coffeeshop, sprouting some stuff which I don't understand. Then she somehow came to my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then used her index finger to poke my hand, then pointing to somewhere at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt;, I was petrified. I glanced at her for a second, pulled in my chair and continued eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily her fingers don't have shit stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she continued talking in some weird language. My uncle, annoyed pointed at her and told her to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt;, she understood and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we had the cake and birthday song, and went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I was quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;. I walked to the MRT station, then realised that I didn't bring out my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means that I have to walk back home again to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I had my phone, so I managed to get my mum to bring it to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiong, &lt;/span&gt;since I am already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached school. We were made to run. The running was not the difficult part. It was the weather. It was damn hot, my shirt was wet as hell, I looked like I had water poured on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I was sitting under a fan for the next period, if not I would have continued perspiring and perspiring and perspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had Mr. Tan's class. Halfway while we were doing class work, he pumped those who did not stay back yesterday to do the corrections and stuff. He stopped after pumping some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there, relieved because he didn't catch me for not being present. You see, I had tonnes of corrections, and my content page was not updated since the start of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he said, "Terence, you sit there act blur. Down 80."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGWTFBBQ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 40 I was struggling. Thankfully he said to stop at 50, then continue next time. But he say that there will be compounded interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao&lt;/span&gt; he has such a weird sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday, I stayed back for the corrections and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had with me a mahjong paper, on it was the English group work that we did. We had to write a letter. We put Gladys' address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why we put Gladys' address. Because, for a particular essay writing competition, she put her address on the essay. Then the teacher wanted everyone to edit each other's. Unfortunately for her, I got her essay. Budifatty and me memorized it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I was parading Gladys' address to everyone and everyone was laughing like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not Mr. Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pumped me 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I learnt something. You can joke all you want but don't joke with Mr. Tan, because he is gonna screw your ass by giving pumping like free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday is fun because there's no teacher during Chinese periods :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright got to end, I am going to sleep soon. And later wake up at around the night to watch JUVENTUS VS MILAN at 2.25am. Byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a month is over, i am still bleeding inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i still like her, still thinking of her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;someone tell me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1611282686607318135?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1611282686607318135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1611282686607318135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1611282686607318135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1611282686607318135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_12.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-6092358276454056686</id><published>2008-04-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:15:51.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I slept from 6.30pm till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woke up with a heavy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I took a blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while playing soccer, Budifatty punched the ball into my head. My specs flew and was twisted like nobody's business. Luckily it was a spare specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact was so great that when I touched my face, I could feel blood and brain matter coming out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to stuff that all back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was a joke. Happy belated April's fool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was pain nevertheless. And I think someone kicked my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days have been painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing basketball someday, Zhenshan elbowed me in the teeth. I bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another day, Zongqin elbowed me. Again in the teeth. I bled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, you know what happened (Think brain matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jialat&lt;/span&gt; right. But I am going to play soccer again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I clocked 9.1 seconds for shuttlerun. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get how I got a lowly 13min 55 secs for 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Sunday is also my grandfather's birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going down to Bedok, to do stunts (speaking in Leslie's terms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way I forgot to wish my bro "Happy Birthday" at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Victor and Grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I forgot to wish my bro, I did gave him some money to buy Macs. Macs is considered a treat because since he's fat, he rarely eats fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you think, if he eats little fast food, how the hell did he get fat? This is what I fail to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By treating him, I am forced to dig into my hongbao money. Now don't call me out for outings, because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BROKE :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-6092358276454056686?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/6092358276454056686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=6092358276454056686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6092358276454056686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6092358276454056686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3890878682411950937</id><published>2008-03-29T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:25:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated for a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been busy for these weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I had Biology SPA today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly the whole experiment is quite easy. Just that I think I screwed up on the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over is over, I won't think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the SPA, I was sweating like hell since the fans were switched off. I was basically dripping sweat on the table, on my specs, on my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away, Mr Lim saw me. He walked towards me, a dark aura surrounding him as I contemplated what terrible things will happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked to my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gave me some paper towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "These paper towels are clean, you can use it to wipe your face. Don't worry its really clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stunned for a moment. And thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he's so kind. But I didn't use it to wipe my face in case its dirty. I got my tissue papers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really appreciate what he did. Even though he is a DM, he isn't that strict. He can joke with you, laugh with you, and even teach you science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to call him penguin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3890878682411950937?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3890878682411950937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3890878682411950937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3890878682411950937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3890878682411950937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_29.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-2953654055872606360</id><published>2008-03-14T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post some photos taken during the carnival, and link them up like a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a small giant, named ZK. He had the mentality of a 5 year old, but to compensate that, he has superhuman strength. One day while walking aimlessly, he stumbled upon a carnival. Being a giant, no one dared to stop him. So he went in, played some games, and won a Tiger Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9nshRZkqqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B7paYYq-Pa0/s1600-h/zk+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9nshRZkqqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B7paYYq-Pa0/s320/zk+edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177429302989597346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZK was very happy with his prize. In order to form a Kitty family, he decided to play more games to win more Kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being innocent, he forgotten that there were evil people around waiting for chances to kidnap his Tiger Kitty. And so, the monster, T.O, who specialises in scaring people, kidnapped Tiger Kitty. His plans was to use it to scare more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9nspRZkqrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Az1ChfpAyq8/s1600-h/me+and+hk+EDITED.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9nspRZkqrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Az1ChfpAyq8/s320/me+and+hk+EDITED.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177429440428550834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people like this innocent boy over here, fell prey to it. Although he looked quite&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 镇定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, other people have been scared shitless, fainted, and had froth formed at their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, ZK found out that his Tiger Kitty is missing. After finding out from people all over, he realised that a monster had kidnapped his Tiger Kitty. Seeking help from the wise old man, he managed to trap T.O, and recovered his Tiger Kitty. He also, sadly, finished off the very shuai T.O as a warning to others who might steal his Tiger Kitty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9ns0BZkqsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4C4M19WXAjw/s1600-h/me+dead+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9ns0BZkqsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4C4M19WXAjw/s320/me+dead+edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177429625112144578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine that this story will be commented by newspapers all over the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ABC News - "This story is class, its fan-trash-tic, its typical Terence Ong at his best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ISN'T IT GREAT!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-2953654055872606360?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/2953654055872606360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=2953654055872606360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2953654055872606360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/2953654055872606360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_14.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/R9nshRZkqqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B7paYYq-Pa0/s72-c/zk+edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5682643863523203873</id><published>2008-03-04T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got a bit emo of some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite stupid really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Joannas' birthday tomorrow and I wish her a HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way we had the celebration on Sunday. We wanted to stage a kidnap, but failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we still managed to carry her up the slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I did not touch her anyhow. I am faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had BBQ. The food wasn't bad but I didn't eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot of basketball. Wow now I realise that basketball is actually more fun. Especially if you can use your height and jumping to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R81RAaGcD1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7BicA-bOgMQ/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R81RAaGcD1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7BicA-bOgMQ/s320/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173880614366744402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute boh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R81RX6GcD2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Eeeft7zW1jQ/s1600-h/grp+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R81RX6GcD2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Eeeft7zW1jQ/s320/grp+photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173881018093670242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she wasn't here :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I koped these from Jiaqi's blog. I only koped 2 because only 2 of the photos have my handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drank the vodka just like that without adding anything. I thought it was supposed to be drank like that -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow the whole thing just burned my throat. It's like drinking poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 277px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image0221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow what a cute and pretty girl. I took this while they were busy making the ferris wheel and the circus thing last last week at Hongkiat's house. Since I am not gifted in making those stuff I decided to play a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image0191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cute and pretty girl turned into MR. MONOPOLY in an instant! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously boredom makes you do cranky stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/Image027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mum forced me to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one was taken when I went to JJ's house last Saturday, the day before the celebration. Only I went because the rest were busy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty for eating almost all the chocolate in his fridge, thus I stayed until like 9 plus to complete the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a massive project but it was certainly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously basketball is damn fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5682643863523203873?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5682643863523203873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5682643863523203873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5682643863523203873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5682643863523203873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/R81RAaGcD1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7BicA-bOgMQ/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-628683833526095444</id><published>2008-02-27T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:12:03.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be like YanCheng, beating around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum agreed to give me a huge hongbao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I officially announce, CHERYL TEO and TERENCE ONG are officially a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 of Feb 2008, 10.08pm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-628683833526095444?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/628683833526095444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=628683833526095444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/628683833526095444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/628683833526095444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_27.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-690747096704276711</id><published>2008-02-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:11:52.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tribute to SPEAKER-UNCLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he was part of my father's clique in schooling days, and they were really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique had a tradition. They will take turns to treat the others, with their families, during Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week it was his turn to treat everyone, but unfortunately only my mum was able to attend, since I was busy studying, my bro didn't feel like going, and my dad was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday my mum told us that SPEAKER UNCLE will not be able to give us hongbaos anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had a sore throat. Thanks for the honey lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its terrible to have a sore throat. I keep coughing and coughing and coughing and coughing and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and I got woken up from my sleep because I choked on the phlegm stuck in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of stupid. And my leg is hurting from the cramps I had from playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tiptoe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very very very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously very disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-690747096704276711?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/690747096704276711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=690747096704276711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/690747096704276711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/690747096704276711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_24.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3043052689755301382</id><published>2008-02-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:18:04.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Biology SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of funny things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to transfer some potassium permanganate from some syringe to a test tube, I accidentally squirted so hard that it splashed out of it, smeared my paper and dirtied my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of it my clean, white and spotless uniform is ruined :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my paper is full of big and small brown spots. It is the most colourful compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table is also full of brown spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the teacher will award me more marks because he will see that I put in a lot of effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the first solution to test is the 14% glucose solution. But I tried to be idiotic and did the 6% first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I shook the test tube like hell for 7 mins 35seconds and stared into space while others recorded their results happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I watched the others shake their test tubes for 7 mins plus while I recorded my result. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought I was not going to complete the experiment as I had left only 10 minutes to complete the table, draw the graph, and do the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr.Chandra,&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 黑色死神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, became the messiah when he announced that 10 minutes will be added as there is difficulty in identifying the pale brown colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I will have enough time to complete everything, and can even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiao-kah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Mrs. Teo, aka TEO TAO HWAY, told me to shake the mixture and do the graph at the same time. But it was a bit weird and I end up shaking my whole body. Also she corrected me because I was drawing my graph on the back page of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave me a weird look as my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was kind. I think I would have spent the time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiao-kahing &lt;/span&gt;to redraw my graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if next time she quit being a teacher and end up selling tao hway, I will buy from her stall everyday man! Rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the end result for the concentration of B, I got 9.1%. Mr. Chandra said he got 9%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say pro a not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Walao I can't believe I have such a powerful imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3043052689755301382?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3043052689755301382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3043052689755301382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3043052689755301382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3043052689755301382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_16.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3802238599633643450</id><published>2008-02-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:38:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentines Day, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S A HAPPY VALENTINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturday we will be having Biology SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today during Chinese class we did something funny. We drew a tree diagram. It's not an ordinary tree diagram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, She will call either me, JJ, WaiKuong to read some text every lesson. I don't know why. I think she likes us. She even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koped &lt;/span&gt;me and JJ's Chinese workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will wake up secretly in the wee hours of the morning without her husband knowing, then hide at a corner to try and sniff out our scent from the workbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat like a drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the tree diagram (don't scold me if the diagram is wrong because we did it for fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/treediag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/treediag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is marvelous. It is pure class. It is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this during class and almost got discovered, but luckily I was alert and flipped the paper over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanni-Nanni-Poo-Poo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3802238599633643450?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3802238599633643450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3802238599633643450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3802238599633643450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3802238599633643450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_14.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-9197456433233809813</id><published>2008-02-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:57:59.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to clarify that the previous post is about my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are staring in disbelieve but it is really the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that day my mum promised to give me a very big hongbao for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about it. and I hope she will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...give me the very big hongbao of about a few hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mum is scolding me for trying to be mysterious and attracting unwanted attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its funny to know how people will assume they know such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not counting my mother's money, I think I have about 50-80 bucks from hongbao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been quite busy for me. I am not even in the mood for common tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres Biology SPA this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they don't give us urine or something strange since the topic is on excretion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-9197456433233809813?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/9197456433233809813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=9197456433233809813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/9197456433233809813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/9197456433233809813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-9144370159671422594</id><published>2008-02-07T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:34:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had reunion dinner at my grandparent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we moved it wasn't so troublesome since we did not need to go anywhere except the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we had to go all the way from Sembawang to Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our reunion dinner is different from others. We do not have steamboat, but there will be a lot of dishes, like duck, chicken, veggies, soup, and somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I think that my grandmother's cooking is very nice. I certainly didn't think it was when I was still living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have learnt to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11 hours more I will be going down again to have lunch, and BAI NIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys get lots of hongbao. Because I don't have that luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's side of the family are all in Malaysia. Not that we do not bother to go, but it is really damn troublesome. Anyway because of this, I will only have hongbaos from my father's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something like salary kena cut down to half :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just now when I was eating, my grandmother happened to walk behind me, and she observed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: Eh&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 你为什么有那么多白头发&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shocked, puked out the chicken backside that I am happily chewing*&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Aiya&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 没有啦，他故意剪这个发型,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;然后等光反照&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;。不是白头发啦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: Ohhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Me: *relieved, and chewed back the same chicken backside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really freaked me out when she said that I have a lot of white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have fun during this period, and get back to school for common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will wait...&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/19088230-9144370159671422594?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/9144370159671422594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=9144370159671422594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/9144370159671422594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/9144370159671422594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-262511489933853741</id><published>2008-02-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:30:48.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm I am very excited now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-262511489933853741?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/262511489933853741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=262511489933853741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/262511489933853741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/262511489933853741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/02/erm-i-am-very-excited-now.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3332276260633963380</id><published>2008-01-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:54:32.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home just half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing school service, OM wanted to treat us to BOTAK JONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently he thought that it was still located behind our school, and didn't knew it moved to somewhere further down in AMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end the 6 of us, OM, Mr Wong, Raymond, NCK, WaiKuong, and me went to the air conditioned kopitiam to eat. He was generous, giving us 50 bucks to order what we want, and then told us to return the remainder to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the Indian stall, me and NCK ordered nasi briyani, while Raymond and WaiKuong had rice with curry chicken, egg and sambal chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM was nice to order drinks for us and he and Mr Wong sat around for a while, and eventually left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said we are good eaters. I think he wanted to run away because we had spent 21 bucks, and it seems that we could still eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened while we were moving the tables from the art room to the hall. Halfway, Mr Chandra saw us and although I am scared that he might eat me up, I managed to wave my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called my name and beckoned me to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Hey are you from NPCC?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err no I am from basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Oh... are you helping them? (pointing to NCK and WaiKuong who are moving the tables up and down the stairs)&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, we kena school service.&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: (gives a shocked impression and starts to frown) What have you all done?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (started to tremble) Err we broke window.&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Which window?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know, at the CCA rooms outside? We broke the NPCC window.&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: (looks abit blur and and asked where we played)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (repeated the answer again)&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: o.O Did you all break a lot of windows?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no only 1 piece&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: How long did you all need to do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 20 hours&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: WAHAHA so many hours! That window must be damn expensive right? (after saying he flashed another trademark smile)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (heaved a sigh of relief and gei gei laugh a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we bid farewell and he went into the computer lab for the MLG training, and I went to the art room to carry more tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chat wasn't really funny, but I really peed in my pants when he frowned and became "serious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was going to scold and trash me like there's no tomorrow. Luckily he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he really blended with our class. I think he really likes us. Especially me. He can joke with us, be serious with us, and get pissed off with us for a short time, before reverting to normal. I think he has split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the wrong idea, he's one of the best teachers we have and I totally respect him. I think he's one of the teachers whom I will miss when I graduate. Hopefully by this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he stays in Sembawang and I can visit him whenever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he can come and look for me sometime, but I really don't want him to come just to ask me to hand in my biology file.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3332276260633963380?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3332276260633963380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3332276260633963380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3332276260633963380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3332276260633963380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_31.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1774651346022044561</id><published>2008-01-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:27:58.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently a bit disturbed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its not about foot binding. I don't get freaked out so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hopefully things change for the better, especially for his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, because its confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddening to see people throwing their lives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am done with the serious part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday went to chapel to look for OM to do our school service. In the end we were told to sit around and wait for the people to take their results, then after that we would need to clear up the rubbish and move the tables back to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Mr Chandra, and being a nice guy (as always) I waved at him and he flashed one of his trademark smile. Then he walk towards me and we sort of talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is NCK and WaiKuong were beside me. They sprouted lots of nonsense, like me surely getting A1 for biology, and all those stuff you would do to severely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt; a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: gives the *WOW I am impressed* look. I am going to push you hard, Terence!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Omfg.&lt;br /&gt;Just then WaiKuong interrupted and said that I wanted to be the biology rep.&lt;br /&gt;Me: gives the *Holy shit I think I gonna get owned* look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt;,the 黑色死神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laughs loudly and walk away, having identified his prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he don't remember what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we did our school service. The OM said that he would count from the time we sat in the chapel. Thats about 2pm. We started work at 4pm, like moving the tables and chairs, clearing rubbish, and finished at 4.40pm. Apparently he rounded it off to 5pm and we "did" 3 hours of school service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice guy isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we did school service too. This time it was more strenuous, tiring, and dirtier. The highlight is that we successfully carried a cabinet to the 4th floor. And the OM is very kind to treat us to drinks. 2 times in fact! This time we did about 5 hours of school service. 2pm - 7pm. OM was so pleased that he promised to bring us to BOTAK JONES to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard of it before but apparently they said it was nice. I think its something like Marion Jones shaving off all her hair. Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the school had so many "secret rooms". Today we went into the most unaccessible places, some of which completely surprised us, as we did not know that some areas were actually the cleaner's lounge, storeroom, and hello-kitty hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful isn't it? I feel like I am in Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once me and Raymond were ordered to carry some chairs to the DnT block. Halfway there, we were talking about it being eerie and all. Then we started to freak ourselves out. After putting the chairs near the stairs and walking a few steps, I told Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH WE RUN LA QUICKLY ZHAO!" Then in a matter of seconds me and Raymond were running like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call us cowards, scaredy cats or whatever you want. I swear you would have run if you were there. The whole place is so quiet. I would rather it to be noisy than quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all school service isn't that bad, is it? Full of excitement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1774651346022044561?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1774651346022044561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1774651346022044561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1774651346022044561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1774651346022044561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_25.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-8950669159769533534</id><published>2008-01-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:31:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news to announce here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially tio-ed school service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you guys should be crying after reading this, if not you are really too cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time getting school service. I am worried but also excited at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited because I think its really fun to kena school service than to sit in the DC room and rot. Worried because its just before the common test and I won't be able to revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its freaking 20 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were passing the ball around, me, nck, waikuong, hongkiat, xavier and raymond. Then suddenly raymond went berserk and tried to smash the ball at waikuong. Unfortunately waikuong dodged and the ball went crashing into a window pane of the NPCC room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the NPCC people happened to walk into the area and saw the broken window pane, with raymond standing beside it, still stunned. Me and nck managed to sneak away while raymond and wk were told to see the OM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the NPCC sir saw us and told us to bring the ball to the OM. We brought, and watch raymond and wk kena slaughtered by OM. Then after lecturing them he turned around and saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah you all also ah?" he said in disbelieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our EZlink card kena confiscated. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily hongkiat and xavier did not come. If not they also kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they said,&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 一个人死，好过两个人死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  . For our case its&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:宋体;" &gt; 四个人死，好过六个人死&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the next few days you might see me moving furniture, clearing stuff in NPCC room, and maybe even licking the boots of the cadets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh tough life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-8950669159769533534?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/8950669159769533534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=8950669159769533534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8950669159769533534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/8950669159769533534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_23.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-5194630828589312042</id><published>2008-01-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:55:03.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I think its been a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously there is a lot of work to do and I cannot afford to waste my time typing out a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done Mr Tan's maths homework because those A4 size books are not in stock for the past week. I am planning to chiong every maths homework he gave us on this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, provided that I feel like chionging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks ZhiKai and me have been going to TBT's house to "do project". We really did project, just that the time we played is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I think there is finally class tee for 3/4GRACE. Not exactly a tee shirt, but a class jersey. COOL MAN. Imagine playing football with it. WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that it would only cost 15 bucks or so. Cheaper compared to other classes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will be ending here because I still have a lot of shit to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-5194630828589312042?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/5194630828589312042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=5194630828589312042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5194630828589312042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/5194630828589312042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_21.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1135834187074214111</id><published>2008-01-12T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:04:31.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly like to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer dread going to school and instead I look forward to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS FUN MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the remarkable thing is that playing football is not the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this year is the O levels I think everyone has cut down on playing after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a funny feeling. I have been going to school since I was 4 and I never felt like this before. I thought school was a place to sample canteen food, play football, and crap around during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I never dozed off in school since the start of this year. Not even in Mr Tan's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only exception that I rested my eyes, is during yesterday's assembly. I was sitting near the stairs and I didn't got caught :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got woken up by Chun Kiat halfway because he told me excitedly that Mrs C.Tan was on stage crying while showing the kid from Africa lying sickly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited right now. Now I have to wait for the crucial person to come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I asked Tian Wei for dining etiquette since I could only ask from my class. But she want act high class and say she want to consider. Hmpft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we will looking like brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst come worst I go with Zhi Kai lo lalalalala. Unless he got partner liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1135834187074214111?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1135834187074214111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1135834187074214111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1135834187074214111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1135834187074214111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_12.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-7378389613765828348</id><published>2008-01-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:04:39.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing with difficulty because I cut my thumb while trying to shave my mustache. I tried to wash the razor by brushing my thumb across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realised that I had cut myself there was already a flap of skin hanging from my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am an idiot but don't laugh at me. (Even though I can imagine you all laughing right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to my Grandparents' house just now. Just when I was leaving the lift, I saw my neighbour, the uncle living under my Grandparents'. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diao-ed &lt;/span&gt;me as I left the lift, and I stared at him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still living at my Grandparents' house, being little children, my bro and I will run around the house and make a lot of noise. And everytime we made a noise, "the uncle downstairs" will call and tell our grandparents to keep us quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened a lot of times and apparently my Grandparents are a bit fed up, and once I heard my Grandfather scolded vulgarities at him. I thought it was funny and went on repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, he called again. This time, I picked up the phone. Then I used all my might and shouted, !@#$%^&amp;amp;* into the phone, trying to act like my Grandfather. He went silent for a few seconds, and hung the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather was astonished with what I did. He cheered and told me I did a good job. I felt like a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after the incident, he called again. This time, my bro answered the call and did the same thing. Unfortunately, "the uncle downstairs" was prepared and scolded vulgarities back. This time, it was my bro who was shocked for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck.&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 有些事情是看脸的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Grandparents never spoke to him ever since. Before we were born, they were good friends. Now they don't speak to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, we were together in the lift. I was with my Grandfather, and unfortunately he managed to enter the lift even though we furiously pressed the "close door" button. I think he was about to smile and say thank you before he realised it was us "helping" him. The lift was eerily quiet and I was clutching onto my Grandfather's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when "the uncle downstairs" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diao-ed&lt;/span&gt; at me just now, I managed to force out a little smile. I think he was a bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was shocked that I am now tall, cute, and handsome. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Hey guys I know school has reopen but please be generous with the tags. No matter who you are, just leave a tag because the tagboard is dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-7378389613765828348?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/7378389613765828348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=7378389613765828348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7378389613765828348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/7378389613765828348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-3736567991105889549</id><published>2008-01-02T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:51:39.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I walked into the school canteen full of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the "standard" of food would be much higher, since anyone was able to bid for a place. I thought our school canteen will at least have kopitiam standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the first bite of the "Chicken Chop with Brown Sauce", I almost had a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply, the food was horrible, expensive, and little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was in very small portions. So small that I think that is the size of my afternoon snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao I swear I will not eat stall no.2 aka International Cuisine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken is very tough. Together with the mashed potato sauce, it is inedible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Noodle Stall" is not bad, but the quantity is very very very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One plate of rice/noodles costs an average of 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered before school starts, Mum asked me if I wanted to have lunch at home. I actually REJECTED her kind offer and said I want to eat at school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I actually said that. My stomach is growling now as I type this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not too late. I think Mum will cook my share if I asked her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another problem is that I need to reach home fast, and I don't want to do that because I want to play football after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DILEMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S This post is a whiny post but I think I need to complain because food is a very important part of my life, and I love to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-3736567991105889549?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/3736567991105889549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=3736567991105889549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3736567991105889549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/3736567991105889549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1243128122504110627</id><published>2007-12-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:58:36.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koped &lt;/span&gt;some photos from tianwei's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R3UM768BD3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yb61fyRDW4o/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R3UM768BD3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yb61fyRDW4o/s320/orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149035972540829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R3UMua8BD2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fvVszy0FZPo/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UhRFZbJreXU/R3UMua8BD2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fvVszy0FZPo/s320/hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149035740612595554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koped &lt;/span&gt;photos of me. Please don't feel offended if your face is not inside. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah if our chemistry teacher is Ms P.Lim it will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 241px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh308/terence77777/china.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is a photo of my family when I am still about 5 or 6 years old. Taken in Hainan Island, my grandfather's hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jiaqi for teaching me how to use photobucket. (don't laugh at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I chanced upon this while going through my stuff. I never knew I was so cute. I never knew my brother was so thin. I never know my dad had a tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have grown so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1243128122504110627?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1243128122504110627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1243128122504110627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1243128122504110627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1243128122504110627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_28.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UhRFZbJreXU/R3UM768BD3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yb61fyRDW4o/s72-c/orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-703194418209919618</id><published>2007-12-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:21:35.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BOXING DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have enjoyed your christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty enjoyable time with the usual 1E people. I hoped that more people will come, but unfortunately I didn't got my wish :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had steamboat at marina bay. AGAIN. Luckily I didn't had diarrhea this time. I think this is the 4th consecutive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I exchanged presents with fattyfel. I got a bear and a cute candle while she got chewing gums. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way thanks to people who wished me christmas and gave me presents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to school and play football. But I don't want to hand in the holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN.  SHFGDSPGSRKWEQALDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to school reopen. Anyway can some kind-hearted soul tell me when school reopens? Is it Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe Zhikai 10 bucks, Jacob 20 bucks for the chalet, and Ms P.Lim 16 bucks for "Harvest". Plus I also need to pay 20 bucks to Donny for helping me buy jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao&lt;/span&gt; I think after paying them I have to fast for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing to do at home, except studying, playing games, eat, shit, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and play. I want to play football everyday like in school. I want to fall asleep in Mr TCW's maths class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from some people that Ms P.Lim, although our form teacher for next year, will not be our chemistry teacher. Mr A.Toh will be taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that good or bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms/Mrs TWC will also take over from our beloved Ms ANGYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walao&lt;/span&gt; I think we next year will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; pwn badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heng ah, &lt;/span&gt;we still have our respected Mr C as biology teacher next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately up till now he haven't "come Sembawang and find me" yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want school to reopen soon but I don't want to do homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-703194418209919618?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/703194418209919618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=703194418209919618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/703194418209919618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/703194418209919618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_26.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-6099417900730334416</id><published>2007-12-18T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:57:38.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah almost a week since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really interesting had happened in these few days, and I also don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Holidays gonna end soon, but I think I still haven't touched any of my homework except for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are so short. School gonna start soon. Now I think the 3 weeks of extended lessons sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I went to visit my grandparents. My grandmother just had an operation on her eye, because she complained that her vision is blurred. I think she got cataracts or something. But after the operation she said that she can see better. Her vision is still a bit blur but compared to last time it's not as bad. Other than that she's okay, but maybe need to watch her diet since she has diabetes, and the latest checkup showed increased sugar intake o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is fine, maybe not as fit as before, but up till now has no major problems except occasionally feeling a bit asthmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is very cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: *points to my leg and said: "eh&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 你以前脚都没有毛 leh，为什么现在有那么多！比你爸爸还多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leh!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gives a very shy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 讨厌，人家 puberty 嘛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if she ever see ZongQin she will freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is also very funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather: *points to the television and said: " eh&lt;span style="font-family: 宋体; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt; 这部戏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   sibeh guailan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I translated it to Chinese by the way, because he said it in Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn funny. He kept scolding me "guailan" when I was young. Because as a mischievous kid, I like to annoy him. Stuffs like peeing on the floor purposely, cutting the wire of the remote control car he bought for me, and switching off the radio while he's listening are "classics". I thought that was fun and it earned me the name of "guailan kia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the 12 years I spent at my grandparents house, before moving to Sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days were carefree, stress-free, practically everything was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will cry for 7-7-49 days when they eventually depart from this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-6099417900730334416?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/6099417900730334416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=6099417900730334416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6099417900730334416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/6099417900730334416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_18.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19088230.post-1554679599593347438</id><published>2007-12-12T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:26:37.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blog song and I think its kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们宅一块 :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19088230-1554679599593347438?l=welovemanutd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/feeds/1554679599593347438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19088230&amp;postID=1554679599593347438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1554679599593347438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19088230/posts/default/1554679599593347438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovemanutd.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo_12.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699930488186178776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
