<?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-19388903</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:13:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake.well.before.use</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116415944452883265</id><published>2006-11-22T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:39:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!</title><content type='html'>And so it ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger.com served its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakewellbeforeuse.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;shakewellbeforeuse&lt;/span&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;wordpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please relink when you're free my dear reader. Its been great having you people, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116415944452883265?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116415944452883265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116415944452883265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title='HEY!'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116412025732353892</id><published>2006-11-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:44:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No. I think i'll just wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/u%20still%20waiting.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/u%20still%20waiting.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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 waiting??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116412025732353892?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116412025732353892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116412025732353892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-i-think-ill-just-wait.html' title='No. I think i&apos;ll just wait.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116395600293253414</id><published>2006-11-20T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:13:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A, A#, B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/a_beautiful_guitar_by_Elena21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/a_beautiful_guitar_by_Elena21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with you in the chair&lt;br /&gt;I sense the tension linger.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, us a pair?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with you in the chair&lt;br /&gt;I touch your neck with great care;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your G String,&lt;br /&gt;I stroked it with my finger.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with you in the chair,&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adapted from &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15732292/?qo=7&amp;q=cello&amp;amp;qh=in%3Aliterature+boost%3Apopular+max_age%3A86400h"&gt;'Cello'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn how to play the guitar. Ya, as impulsive as that might sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured. I won't wake up tomorrow trying to be a mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now somebody help get me started?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116395600293253414?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116395600293253414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116395600293253414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/a-b-c-c-d-d-e-f-f-g-g_20.html' title='A, A#, B, C, C#, D, D#, E, F, F#, G, G#'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116386098183048496</id><published>2006-11-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:49:45.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonderful tube.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oB9xueEU6Vk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oB9xueEU6Vk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVPMv6audIk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVPMv6audIk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the acapellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116386098183048496?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116386098183048496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116386098183048496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/wonderful-tube.html' title='The wonderful tube.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116376500226953357</id><published>2006-11-17T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:36:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay's a FAG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/delete.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need to see the full screen for this picture. I had so much of Jay Chou today that i reckoned it was enough for a lifetime. Hence, these few pathetic songs are down the drain for good. Haha. For me, JAY CHOU's a FAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah yesterday was this kbox outting with my class. We were there from 11-7 pm, i.e. 8 friggin hours of singing. And so it was myself and another 8 of them in this spacious room. It was so big that the mic was too short to reach some seats and we had to resort to cordless ones. Considering i only had breakfast at 8 that morning, owing to the hunger  i was in, i was completely destroyed by kbox. It was fun as a whole, but it really bored the balls out of me. Then Phyllis left for Bangkok. Then Shuenlin appeared to sing one song and paid the full price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today finally saw xiaobai satisfiy her drinking cravings. What a way indeed. A bottle of Bacardi Lime Breezer, which i think taste like cheap liqour filtered through smelly socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So on the way home, the train was really stuffy. I don't know, it just seemed that the air-conditioning was not operating. So haha, i alighted at Yio Chu Kang to continue my journey to Woodlands, on a CAB. Heh, okay nothing amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I had to endure one bloody sleepless night. It was just that kind of night. You know, nose blocked and all. I was greatly perturbed. I was thinking bout was gonna happen next year. Know, like life in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN under my most optimistic estimations, life's gonna be a disaster in 2007. Academics and shit, i don't they'll be a huge problem lah. Studies were never a problem, or at least, not that it mattered much to me. But life's gonna be hell. Hell. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought i'll survive this long in this class; in this school; this environment. I've whined about this before. I do not blame anyone but myself. Its more like my failure to adapt than anything else. I believe i am myself and not acting anything. But with every passing day, i find myself lost in all this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible at times. Never been so bored by school. Its sian when i watch my soccer and no one in class knows anything. Its sian when listen to my Lifehouse, The Calling, Five For Fighting and Hinder and no one in class sings along. Save this cultural difference, the class is dominated by girls. Ah nvm. I have my words, but i don't think typing here would help anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think i'm a different being compared to the one who stepped onto this rotten place, in disguise then, some 10 months ago. One more year and i'm out of this god damned rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life don't grant its choices. Then boh bian, we work on our circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fucked up. I whine cos i'm a whiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was good i guess. That same old feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116376500226953357?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116376500226953357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116376500226953357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/jays-fag.html' title='Jay&apos;s a FAG.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116352370796709658</id><published>2006-11-15T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:07:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is our deepest fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear  is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our  darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be  brilliant, gorgeous,talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to  be? You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the  world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people  won't feel insecure about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born to manifest the glory of God  that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as  we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people  permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our  presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Nelson Mandela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, my chains shall be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116352370796709658?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116352370796709658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116352370796709658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-our-deepest-fear.html' title='What is our deepest fear?'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116326480327794496</id><published>2006-11-12T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:07:39.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh!</title><content type='html'>I usually do not entertain this kind of spam email. But this one had a title which didn't seem like one, so i was tricked. Anyway, it was quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes r really very free.&lt;br /&gt;How they can work out this formula???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) key-in the first 3 digits of your handphone number (exclude the '9') into the calculator&lt;br /&gt;2) multiply by 80&lt;br /&gt;3) add 1&lt;br /&gt;4) multiply by 250&lt;br /&gt;5) plus last four digits of phone number&lt;br /&gt;6) plus last four digits of phone number again&lt;br /&gt;7) minus 250&lt;br /&gt;8) divide by 2 at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your handphone number???? &gt;&gt;AMAZING EEEEH!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from JB. Did enough shopping to expand my wardrobe expotentially. Muahahaha. I don't shop like girls, you know, like everytime those kind. I don't window shop. I don't shop as a hobby. I don't shop cos i'm bored. I don't shop cos i have money to spend. I don't shop and complain that i'm poor. I don't shop to feel good. I don't shop cos everyone else does. And i don't believe in retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if i shop, it'll be like once in half-a-year kind. Shop i mean stepping out of the house with the intention of solely shop and buy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB was imba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia BOLEH sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sg customs officers can really fuck off. Their attitude are seriously fucked up. Even a singaporean like me is pissed off by that stick-up-their-ass face. I'm not some tourist ranting at their service standards. I'm one of us, as a singaporean, and they just bring utter shame to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One finger- Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i'm taking a plane to JB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116326480327794496?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116326480327794496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116326480327794496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh!'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116315192426138695</id><published>2006-11-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:13:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark side of the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;I guessed this was such a great picture that i'll post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look i need a new monitor. This 17" is really to damn small lah. I want one of those Samsung wide screen ones. That would depend on my dad's year-end bonus of course, its relativity of course being direct; the fatter the bonus, the larger the screen, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse's the microsoft S+ARCK designer mouse. Quite old already. I need a wireless keyboard and mouse set lah, of which i'll save up myself. That means less cabbing yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we can see the countless wires infront of the monitor. That would include two sets of Apple iPod earbuds for home use, you know, just the normal ones. Then there's the Apple travel charger. Then we have the creative 2.1 speakers which are pretty old too. I wanna change to altec lansing ones, for i really enjoy my music and videos(not porn) on PC. Creative sucked(still sucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wall, there's this piece of metal. Then i'll magnet my very few printed out photos there. The NYJC ones above the gong jiao ones in the above picture. They often offer food for thought. Just lean back on the chair and just think back of all the great times, and sad ones of course. Can see the Youth Day donation drive thing there also. Remember? With Taufik and Rui En(yucks) there one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can see my Star Wars novels and my PC game boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i do read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar, read star wars and own GP like me k. This goes out to my *dearest* Chee Jia Wei Alvin: stop reading crappy chinese titles. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a man&lt;/span&gt; and read Star Wars to improve your GP grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then see, read the Straits Times too. I mean its all censored fuck and all, but still, sports and Life! and Digital Life (every tuesday) are good reads. Then u'll often see attention-seeking teenagers like us blog their big-talk about elitism is Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note my wallet. Its supposed to be brown. Somehow my K800i did a Michael Jackson to it. That of course was a metaphor(i think) and meant no insult to the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round the corner, we can see my beloved adidas street soccer boots wrapped in not-so-glam 7-11 plastic bag. I suppose it was from the Games Day until now. And i think the socks are still inside considering my maid isn't really diligent and my really-can't-care-more attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed under the table are two of the many shoe boxes that i have. Observe and u'll see Adidas on top of the Nike one. I am seriously not an Adidas kind of person. I only have 2 pairs of Adidas my entire life. Yeah. I just love Nike. Time to get new sneakers and trainers this holidays. Which again, would burn a mid-oceanic trench down my already-shallow pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the random stuff like this 'flower' made from Ferrero Rocher by Wanqi. Yeah its intact, though i would never try touching the chocolate already, never mind about eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this vanguard sheet that Phyllis and Kailing forced me to bring home. Yeap, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teenage sex&lt;/span&gt; pw group. I've been trying to sing into it eh. Ya i'm practicing for Kbox on coming Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spot the soccer-ball clock and green guitar! Ya, on top of the sub-woofer and right edge of my monitor. Both gifts from Shufen and Limwwei for my brithday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got this pink and white and purple disney mug which is my mug. It reads 2000! Ya, that was when i last visited Tokyo Disneyland. Going to nippon on 23rd. Holy crap i can't wait. And it clashes with the LTC dates. Haha. LTC people, have fun bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then can see that shaver. Gillette Mach 3 turbo can. It is used of course as it suggests, to shave, what else but my facial hair. Okay i admit this shaver paragraph is sticking out like a sore thumb, but i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly the black paper bag if u can spot, host the debris of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; broken lamp. Ya like some urn like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple inference that i can make of this picture is that my life's is in a mess and disorganised. yet there is a sense of no lack of joy, which is good. I do keep my friends close to me with all this stuff on my desk. And i'm grateful to have ever met them. Note there's no family photos or anything like that. Yeah, that shows my now-defunct family life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there is much packing up is to be done before the highly anticipated Math Tuition starts. But obviously with PW just over, i'm gonna brisk in the joy of the official end of my academic year in NYJC. God, this year was a blast for various reasons. I have my regrets of course, but fulfilling times to go with it as well. So well, it was not at all a bad school year as i believed it to be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah hell, how can i forget my bao bei iPod. Its really my companion, albeit a lifeless one, through it all man. Its got extended warranty, which i anticipate to be very useful in the future given the life-span of Apple products. I've been using iPods for 2 years already and since the first one i've used, i've changed twice already. FOC of course since it screws up all the time and i get new ones with the warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home today, Phyllis asked why these few days keep raining. So i said the world was crying. Really, shut your damn eyes and feel the world cry when it rains. Yeah the world's weeping for all kinds of reason. Saddam Hussein's sentenced to death. Sometimes i wonder why the world need to kill its sinners. All they see is "Lets kill this mother fucker." But isn't that what the tyrant, albeit several hunderd times over, did before? How sinful are such acts in itself? We never wonder, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 combined hours of sleep in two days. I love u PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i typed my last few words before dinner, i just proved one damn thing true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is- A picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116315192426138695?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116315192426138695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116315192426138695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/dark-side-of-moon.html' title='Dark side of the moon.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116291687028132815</id><published>2006-11-07T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:27:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00122.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best football game in the world just got better.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Muahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music just makes me so fucking emo sometimes. Food for thought? Just recall how many times you've felt lousy after listening to a song like 'GONE'. Yeah. Thats what i mean. Though &lt;a href="http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/ignorance-is-bliss.html"&gt;Hinder&lt;/a&gt; is just so freaking god-like good sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's in such a disarray now. It occured to me while i was pang sai-ing just now that my days are short and my nights are long. And occasionally i would spend more time sleeping than awake. I know, i know. I feel wasted too. Let me waste myself away for a few more days lah. I really want to learn something this holidays. You know, like maybe guitar or something strictly exclusive of Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its caused such a relevation today when i said i got tuition. &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=na+beh"&gt;Na beh.&lt;/a&gt; The whole world was like "!!!! OMFG U GOT TUITION!!!" kind of reaction. Look at the tags there, they're just a symptom of a frggin disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, laugh lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Nandwani said i've got until JAE to decide whether to retain or not. And if i retain, he say can likely change school. I know i shouldn't really look back, for the chinese proverb goes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hao ma bu chi hui tou cao&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I just want the best for myself lah in the end; in economics terms would mean that i'm maximizing net private benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talked to Neo Ren Jie last night on MSN. My long time buddy! lol. So, he started the convo like: " to match ur(mine) display pic( Hinder's album cover), check mine out!" His was like some model in weird looking metal bikinis. ANYWAYS, we exchanged tales of our JC lives. Innova sounds so much cooler than NYJC lah. Though the part on catching up with VJ in two years sounds abit.... 2H2s and 2 H1s to promote is more imba than NY eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite startled actually. Cos i should be doing my part for PW instead of blogging. I have an entire damn video to edit. And my speech and slides to change as well. Tsk. Let just do it TOMORROW k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night's on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PES 6 baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;KBOX soon people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos ciaos.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116291687028132815?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116291687028132815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116291687028132815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116282678698776214</id><published>2006-11-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:26:27.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HOLY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TUITION TEACHER JUST CALLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;%$&amp;*^^&amp;amp;*((*&amp;*$$$^&amp;amp;(*(*(asafdsf!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116282678698776214?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116282678698776214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116282678698776214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/holy-shit.html' title='Holy Shit.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116282496495739197</id><published>2006-11-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:57:18.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is BLISS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/Large/84/601684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/Large/84/601684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Extreme Behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback just got some stiff competition baby. The album's good material. Sounds like nickelback minus their recent EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know it's over&lt;br /&gt;So save your goodbye kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Cause ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly see&lt;br /&gt;What's in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause the vodka's running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay sober&lt;br /&gt;If it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So save your goodbye kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss (I don't wanna know)- Hinder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116282496495739197?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116282496495739197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116282496495739197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance is BLISS.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116265280954426455</id><published>2006-11-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:10:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way that it was and could have been surrounds me.</title><content type='html'>Haha. I just figured i've got something to type, and hence explains why i'm spending some time on this blog again instead of some hardcore gaming. My mind's in a whirlwind of thoughts and i figured i wrote some of it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to digress first, i've been gaming my freaking ass off whenever i find free time at home. I'm afraid its becoing an addiction lah(not that it wasn't before anw). Since after promos, i've been swearing my time to blockbuster games like Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic I &amp; II. These two are really fantasic games, having completed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is of course the random winning eleven 9 games. Yeah the world's best football game. Anyways, i've been quite tempted to buy FIFA 07' since the god damn PES 6 is so slow on its release. Its is of great irony that Australia has a earlier release when the game is manufactured in Sg itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the usual stuff like The Sims 2 and Need For Speed to burn off some time. And the good old Dota as well of course haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just realised today's Saturday. And my dad's coming back from M'sia. Fantastic isn't it? There's something to look forward every month. Every female would too, but its kinda different i think. Anyways, my dad's back, and thats when i'll deem myself not-free for anything except going down to AMK to visit my AH MA with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just great to be with the company of relatives down at AMK. It really is. It surely beats staying at home alone. Its an OCS thing. You won't understand lah. I havent been there for ages cos of my exams and stuff, but going back to AMK would never fail to bring back fond memories of childhood. Childhood in the sense of being a real child doing retarding things yea. So its a walk down memory lane...  blah blah blah, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMK avenue 5's just the place that held so much sentimental value. Never mind my hate for the Ah Bengs in AMK. For once, that corner of AMK seem a haven. Beyond the concrete and bricks of the neighbourhood, lies that echo of joy that shaped my very self ever since. My ah ma, ever so caring, gave me an Ang Bao to wish me a good trip in Japan or something. Thats just her habit. So i get it like every year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as my dad settled to his game of mahjong with my aunties and uncles, i thought it was time to leave. Today's just plain weird. Instead of taking a bus, i chose to journey myself through the neighbourhood and to the train station. I don't know why but it was something that drove me to explore the other side of the place for once. So i did and thats generally it. It wasn't fruitful as i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantasized&lt;/span&gt; it to be, but it did enligten me on one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; some thought, cos its detrimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gaming's a really expensive hobby to sustain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116265280954426455?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116265280954426455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116265280954426455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/way-that-it-was-and-could-have-been.html' title='The way that it was and could have been surrounds me.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116239099493708078</id><published>2006-11-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:25:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;The imba &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;22&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the team jersey from Kenneth Kang today. Dead Or Alive the movie was utter crap. All about a few hot babes drama fighting each other. Like i said, you can get that from the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were eventful to say the least. Though nevertheless, it was in essence, BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween party was one ordinary affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were the holidays so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides math tuition, i wanna learn how to play the guitar as well. We'll see how things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116239099493708078?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116239099493708078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116239099493708078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/11/22.html' title='22.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116214138376675720</id><published>2006-10-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:07:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's watching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Just found this photo to be damn funny. Thats my sexaaay' mum btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its time i update my blog again. Just spent the entire weekend with my family. Family i meant my mum lah, since dad's away in Malaysia. Yea i have a small family and i'm the only child. Sometimes i just feel that woman up there is one hell of a god. Never mind if she's gonna hire a MATH TUTOR to torture my ass(not literally) soon, at least she's been quite a good talker and listener over these few days. Though she never at all mentioned, but i came to realise my responsibilities that i ought to have borne, as person in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many talking-to sessions with my family. Sometimes i just feel i'm this one-man gang. But through this testing period, i've came to understand how important it is to be self-reliant. Harsh as it sounds, its an unforgiving world out there, if you haven't realised. My pessimism runs deep lah, but fuck, its freaking true on most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i just need to appreciate what the present offers. Yeah sometimes i lament too much about the past. And too much worrying for the future. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thing i'm quite disturbed- I'm gonna have Math Tuition sooner than later. Knn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116214138376675720?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116214138376675720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116214138376675720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/mamas-watching.html' title='Mama&apos;s watching.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116188354903287850</id><published>2006-10-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:16:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell your folks, its hard to learn your lines.</title><content type='html'>Today was judegement day. And i swear it was a feeling all too familiar. Too familiar for anything to be taken lightly again, especially my studies. The trip to school was the longest ever although i took cab once again, that which effectively rendered myself impoverished for the rest of the week. I weighed my options as far as i could. I seriously felt the weight of the world crushed against my frail mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of leaving the place never seem to dissipate, even until now. That thought, i've came to realise, was impulsively built on my ego. It would be really shameful for me to head for retention in the face; on merit(rather, the lack of it). I've never thought NYJC to be an ideal place to retain in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And being someone from a premier secondary school, it isn't easy accepting the fact that dicks from some lao pok neighbourhood crap are gonna come ass-rape me with their grades and mock at my perceived failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, i fully understand why departure is the best option. I suppose inferiority complex stems from deep within, and relative to the people around you. Save the cliches. Note where did all those crap of 'nothing shameful retaining', all came from? Yes. The ones whom never got to taste retention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon its a painful thing to go through. Something i would have chose not to go through all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'counter-thesis' would be that retention, i feel, might just be what some of us need. Like what Mr Nandwani shared, sometimes a shortcut leads you down a longer journey. Having seen friends retain and made it given a 2nd chance by the school, sometimes i wonder why i am reluctant to spare myself a 2nd shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Mr Nandwani and my mum, it came to me that repeating a year is having a chance of redemption; a second chance. Again as said, failure does not come as the failure to progress; it is the failure to try. When i truly looked beyond the shame of retention, i quite saw forgivness and redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after today, it came as more of a relief than joy, that i am saved from the gates of hell once again. Again, circumstances won't weigh down my progress. Just like when i was in sec 3, i lived on to die another day, and today shalt be the day NOT. Again, there is really no joy nor achievement in just barely surviving, if you can see where i'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we had this classico way of giving out results, with the usual talk from Mr Nandwani. I would say he PLEADED for me to seriously consider repeating year one, dropping maths and taking LIT. My maths being U and 0.4 percentile. It is so serious that he'll have to talk to my parents about it. Knn. I fully see his rationale in this and i believe i might just work for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do i take away my abundance of play time for hardcore maths tuition come next year? Or do spend a year as a J1 again doing a Shakespeare? I fucking don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on to condemn my ever half-hearted efforts, but the really pain in the ass is- when will i change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to those who'd didn't make it. I really don't have anything constructive to offer. Just remember, god has great plans for us. No matter where the journey takes you, it'll lead to nowhere but your DESTINATION in life. By all means, give yourself a second chance. For some, i sincerely saw injustice in the results and for that i feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've said before, you're an intelligent boy, and i'm not going to back my words. But your laziness will catch you up, and when that day comes, you'll fail in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-Mr Nandwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Its a long way to the top, if you wanna rock n roll.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- AC/DC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116188354903287850?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116188354903287850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116188354903287850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/tell-your-folks-its-hard-to-learn-your.html' title='Tell your folks, its hard to learn your lines.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116169920953447447</id><published>2006-10-24T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:13:29.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite like the festive mood today. Selamat Hari Raya!! I've got this present from my aunty. Haha. A size 0.2 replica of my size 12 Nike Total 90 III boots. Same colour some more. Isn't it cool? It is lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything today was simply disfunctional. I woke up and wondered where was my breakfast. No wait, i wondered why no one woke me up in the first place. And hell, my dirty laundry from yesterday's games day still on my bedroom floor. It was a hell. And how many tea-spoons of milo do i need for a cup of milo? And when all was ready for a piping-hot cup of milo, then i realised, there wasn't hot water in the thermal flask. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the MOST important member of the household has got to be THE MAID. It was just a day of undone chores and uber mess. Above all, we had to prepare a home feast for ah gong's birthday. It was truly amazing how we pull through such adversity without our integral leader, while she is partying away like an animal. My grandma's cool about my maid going crazy since she's married already lah. But i'd say, sometimes you'll never know.... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP's really imba shit. I dunno what to say since my slides are really super short to start with. I have no bloody idea of how to speak for 5 freakin' minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's cleared up a little after the rain. Yeah, so catch your breath of fresh air while it last till the choking haze strikes back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time i'll blog would probably be thursday, which is also results day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no muslim, but since its Hari Raya Puasa today, i sincerely ask for forgivenes; pardon for my failure of late. I've let friends and family down this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek your vindication; it was a difficult year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116169920953447447?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116169920953447447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116169920953447447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/pardon.html' title='Pardon?'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116166169719764393</id><published>2006-10-24T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:50:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/DSC00116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Thats a certificate btw. No matter how crap the cert looks like,  Games Day was one great time yesterday. I've never tried playing 5 different sports in one day, let alone compete lah. Anyway, i'm so proud of my class. I think our only victory came from football, but still, lets take nothing away from the great class spirit we'd showed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, its really quite disappointing at the level of sportsmanship exhibited yesterday by some classes. It was really enlightening to see the true colours of the "sportsmen" we have in school. Its no surprise then, with the kind of characters they have, that they are mere losers come inter-school tournaments. Certainly, they mixed the idea of being a competitor and a sore loser up. And of course there was this sex-ratio thing yesterday. Like how 5 girls are supposed to challenge 5 guys at soccer. And lastly, all the rough play and shit. It just shows how much character these people have. They were reduced to morons yesterday. I'm just proud that my class came out of every game with a sporting smile(or at least tried to). And that speaks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having this dream the past 2 days. I wonder its significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you know it's true,&lt;br /&gt;all the things come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on, dream on, dream on,&lt;br /&gt;dream yourself a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dream On- Aerosmith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116166169719764393?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116166169719764393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116166169719764393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116158137801204263</id><published>2006-10-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:32:23.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memories are best left kept away and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You can save me from the man that I've become&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19388903-116158137801204263?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116158137801204263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116158137801204263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/moment-like-this.html' title='A moment like this.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116126183266591059</id><published>2006-10-19T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:43:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is just a random picture of our OP intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with PW of late. Making a video from scratch is really one hell of a cumbersome task. So far only made like 2 plus minutes of the video. God damn. But then again, i lack the expertise for such a job of course  . And i think i'm gonna stop there cos i'm quite tired of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during this period of intensive PW, i've got to know my PW mates better. And i'm glad. That is why, i know, i can't let them down. Yea. We've been conflict-less so far and i liked that. Fight on for OP people. Lets do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for retention or promotion, i already have my(own) verdict. I believe that regardless of what journey lies ahead, i know it'll lead me to one place eventually- that is my DESTINATION. Though I know, the time has come for me to exercise the power of choice, be it promote or retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;... You have alot of potential, but unfortunately you have not been determined enough &amp;amp; focused enough to work at it. Do give this some thought will you? Ask yourself what do you really want out of JC education? What do you want in life? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Audrey Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116126183266591059?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116126183266591059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116126183266591059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/caught-in-rain.html' title='Caught in the rain.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116108845065023824</id><published>2006-10-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:34:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busssted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;USSS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite disappointed. Its really frustrating to realise that how close the 3 Ss could well have been 3 Es(and hence the end of my worries). Really, i've just shot myself in the foot. BUSSS just spells nothing but retention, and i'm afraid it will all turn into reality, though promos grades are not final grades. Heck. I can't care much less. Thanks for the many wise words, especially from Mr William Yeo and some great friends. I would have gladly retained in some other place. Some place other than here in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need no consolation, nor do i need any condolences. I do not feel for anything right now; just void of any emotion. Maybe just a little disappointed that i've let people around me down. I'm quite lost. I've never really tasted failure. Its hard to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sound advice and answers please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i read the signs well, getting back the GP results were probably a premonition of a path o' too familiar- short-lived happiness. No big deal getting B got GP lah. GP can go and die without other passes. I faired badly for Econs case studies and Physical geog(and maths), and these probably caused my failure. These series of events of course did seemed to me how the year went- a great start followed by some fucking shit. I do not feel for all these, for the war's been lost long ago. So what do the small victorious battles count for? Yes. Simply, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry too much people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stand up fighting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, for what, will i fight for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Fuck lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116108845065023824?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116108845065023824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116108845065023824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/busssted.html' title='Busssted.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116084747634826241</id><published>2006-10-15T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:40:26.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Li Hui Xian, aka. Xiao Bai. I'll just take it she's camera shy. According to her, the 'stillness' of pictures makes her dislike taking pictures. It doesn't help when you pose like this. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/gillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/gillian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Gillian's a much better sport than Xiao Bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been quite a roller-coaster week. Yeah, life's got its ups and downs. I don't know how much i want things sometimes. I can go to school, but seriously, i lack a purpose really. Actually, i'll go to school for the few interesting friends i have, to chill and all. That, however, can be achieved without going to school of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence it brings me back to the question- WHY GO TO SCHOOL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was fun then. Then came all the shit what schooling can bring. Go quit school lah. And those aspiring JC-student-wannabes, this is not an easy path to walk down. And if you're a true-blue slacker(like me), you'll be better elsewhere i'm quite sure. Slaving yourself to the books is not an option; there ain't two ways about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been PW and nothing else. I don't understand PW sometimes. The ST is constantly correcting the written report for different things, and i don't think he makes much sense. Especially, when his comments are loaded with all the "crap" he'll like to use to describe our "bloody report". I don't find it(or him) helpful in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something positive to take out of this week, was that i've found my PW group to be great. Haha. Cool people. Sometimes, wonders do work out when we have an open mind for things. Yeah. Thats probably my biggest undoing of myself so far. I blame myself for being too narrow-minded at times. I've failed to accept things. I've never come to the fact that i'm a student in NYJC and the responsibilities that comes with it, and it remains to be seen if i'll ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the future is clouded as ever, like the ever-present haze. PSI 104 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday,&lt;br /&gt;pass me a judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One swift stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a fair one;&lt;br /&gt;a punishing one;&lt;br /&gt;or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just live to die another day for now. Good luck for the rest yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116084747634826241?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116084747634826241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116084747634826241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116058190582352824</id><published>2006-10-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:45:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quack", The Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDENT COMPLAINED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, an NYJC student wrote to us saying that some students would rather get an MC and skip school than come to school late and receive a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student, who had been late more than four times, had received a warning letter threatening expulsion if she was late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student lives more than an hour away from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt it was unfair that she should face expulsion even though she turned up for school late, while some other late-comers got off by skipping school and getting an MC. &lt;/blockquote&gt;- The Newpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, my personal experiences beg to differ on this late-coming thing. I was late for school for god-knows-how-many times. I never receive any shit. Maybe its just down to stupidity on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Following content is made out of impulse, and SHOULD be taken lightly. They're just my frank opinions, albeit a very biased one. "THE MAN" would refer to who else but THE MAN up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what today's dialogue with THE MAN was all about. Well actually not quite, but this i'm quite sure was the fundamental cause for today's unplanned dialogue with THE MAN himself. I personally do not read The Newpaper religiously as before, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;therepore&lt;/span&gt;(therfore) i was quite ill-informed of such things until today when my friend, a councillor told me about this issue(i guess the school did hide the case well enough till then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the council(not refering to the entirety) wrote back to the press in response, as cited, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking in the principal's shoes&lt;/span&gt;". Of course THE MAN did stress that its usually THE MAN's job to write back to the press, blah blah blah..... . Even then, he did not breathe a word of the complain of the late coming system. Either he assumes we all would have been well informed, or he simply living on a prayer of our ignorance to this matter. I don't know, and i'm in no position to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course THE MAN illustrated quite clearly how he wants to settle the school's problems in school; no external help needed(or allowed, as i perceived). So, whats with "dealing every theft case as a police case"? Of course, THE MAN says so, its up to you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaopeh&lt;/span&gt; him. And even when we do speak up, he'll 'take note', and i guess it stops there, as Famous Ben refuted during the dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to digress. Today's dialogue was an absolute cracker. Ben Vs Poh Boon. Hahahah. I think Ben and Sandeep did make some good sense, so yeah, claps. Wow Poh Boon, i dunno. I guess he did ease the tension a little today with his 'humour'. Of course he didn't mean it that way, he seemed quite serious to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piah&lt;/span&gt; Famous Ben. Well it was funny to me lah, cos i got the joke.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i got HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was wondering why THE MAN got the council involved in the first place when the response was going to be the same- in defense of the &lt;strike&gt;Ancients&lt;/strike&gt; School. Publicity? I guess he was trying to say, "eh, my students officially say my policy is fair, don't listen to lousy rumours etc". Rumours they may be, but i believe there ain't no smoke without fire. And since its seemingly impossible to stick it to THE MAN that his policies sucks, the student went to the press as a platform to express her idea. Fair enough. I personally, liked that. Its not about speaking bad of the school and tarnishing her image(if there's any to start with), nor the maturity of our opinions. It doesn't take maturity to voice out. I believe its bravery, more than anything else. I reckon her bravery wasn't drawn from impulse alone, but from all the shit she's been given everyday. Yes, her experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying the councillors are mindless followers or what. NO. In fact, i have friends in the council and they are certainly brilliant individuals in their own aspects, always enthusiastic and selfless. I have my full respects to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i were to be in their shoes, i'd say to THE MAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave your shoes to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its easier said than done, considering their circumstances. Afterall, its quite widely believed that,  "The student's council usually handles activities within the school like camps, games and student surveys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one last very selfish note, i feel for the councillor who braved the 'bowling club' issue again. Respect. I feel alot for the bowling club, or rather, its closure. The last thing i wished was  to see THE MAN sticking it to the clueless councillor: "To really have a good bowling club, we must build lanes in our school." I don't see them digging a water catchment for dragon boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THAT is just a fucking lie. &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/19388903-116058190582352824?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116058190582352824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116058190582352824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/quack-man.html' title='&quot;Quack&quot;, The Man.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116049053083519097</id><published>2006-10-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:31:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>Yes there is school tmr. Fair enough, i had my one week's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i cant really let my project work team down, like i've just did. That, all thanks to xiao bai's cruel reminder of my role for the writen report- the writer, and how she can bet i forgot about the final draft. Everyday i see nicks on MSN whining about project work, and i laugh at them. Well, i didn't see the signs coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always don't anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/popo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 131px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/popo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday grandma! I don't say this often, but I LOVE YOU. Every good in me, i owe to you. It struck me real hard, thinking of all the things she'd done for me all my life. Thank god she's alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You're the meaning in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You're the inspiration   - &lt;/span&gt;Chicago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116049053083519097?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116049053083519097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116049053083519097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116042294517472337</id><published>2006-10-10T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T03:46:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this and more, if you teach me how.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/conmankua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/conmankua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;HOLY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Koped this from Jeffrey's blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, something which lightened up the lonely night. Holy shit. Look at this fella'. Looks like a conman from some HK drama serial. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he's quite one himself. That is of course coherent to popular belief and contary to my opinion that he is &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bowling coach in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember we wore goggles on the lanes fellow bowlers? Fantastic coaching methods man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favourite meal:&lt;br /&gt;- Kaya Toast (Triangular kind)&lt;br /&gt;                               - Kopi-'O'&lt;br /&gt;                               - A packet of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know. You guys are jealous i know my coach so well. Yeah he loves kids too, in Michael Jackson's context that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will definitely move on to be a legacy in the history of Catholic High. His authoritarian and imperious rule of the team would continue forever(unless it shuts down of course). Long live the conman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, here's 3 famous quotes Mr William Kua offered as advice that would be etched in the bottom of my heart forever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't power."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You've gotta bend lower."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Go slower."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely brought my game to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the best, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncle William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116042294517472337?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116042294517472337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116042294517472337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-can-do-this-and-more-if-you-teach-me.html' title='I can do this and more, if you teach me how.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-116015434137120697</id><published>2006-10-07T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:37:27.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Autmn Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00110.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00110.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Happy Mid Autumn everyone! We have people everywhere basking in the sights and sounds(and smell) of the Mid Autmn Festival. Though we have no autmn here, its besides the point that we still celebrate such an occasion. Yes, its more like mooncake festival or the lantern festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, its been quite a bad day. The haze is real bad. The thought of it is enough to discourage myself from going out. The air is just so bad. And yes, all those candle burning just compounds to the damn problem. Talk about negative externality here. Seriously, the air stinks. So yeah, stay at home people. Don't get killed by pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, staying at home isn't such a bad thing. I've just bought Evanescence's new album-- The Open Door. "Call Me When You're Sober" is inspired by Amy Lee's ex-boyfriend, Seether, and boy, what a nice song. Besides that, "Lithium" sounds great too. One of my favourite bands, so definitely worth the mullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of staying at home, i've bought some new PC games yea. First up, a highly addictive, Star Wars: Knights Of The Old Republic. Its just a freaking good game to say the least. Must get this if you're a Star Wars fan. I've also bought Need For Speed: Most Wanted (Black Edition). I've been gaming and gaming these few damn days already. Hahaha. I miss my com la, after so many days of studying in exile without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the third time today, my nose is bleeding. What the hell. Maybe its the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When is the 0605 Swensens' meal??????!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We got this $30 voucher la. Must use. Though if you do some simple math, 30/19 is a pathetic $1.57894 discount for everyone. Since its so negligible anyway, can someone hurry up and organise?! Yeap. Someone please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home all day is quite no life after all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anything is better than to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And in the end I guess I had to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lithium, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want to stay in love with my sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh but God I want to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lithium - Evanescence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-116015434137120697?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116015434137120697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/116015434137120697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/mid-autmn-festival.html' title='Mid Autmn Festival'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115993137527562167</id><published>2006-10-04T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:42:07.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's rewrite an ending that fits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Promos has ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day(yesterday) ended on quite a good note as well as we went chomp chomp and then Shuen lin's house to loosen up a little. We were browsing through the many "provocative" photos on my ipod, and i came to realise again how life now is totally contrasting from then:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/maths%20lesson.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/maths%20lesson.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Oh many thanks to Shuen lin's mum hospitality. There's really no words to describe. You must be there to know it, just ask Germaine or Justina. Lol. It was sincerely heart warming come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we work so hard to attain goals other set for us, that we condone our own ambitions and ideals in life. Definitely, there's no sense of objective in life anymore; like losing the mecca in life of sorts. We've lost so much of life to reality, sometimes i wonder would we ever gain back what we've lost. And i know i were to stay in this god-damned system for another year, my prospects would be quite bleak. I know, i'm always hardly the one who gives a damn about what the future might bring, and i would if i could. Sadly, life moves on without stopping, and to not plan for the future would spell a recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel truth i'm faced with today, is that so what if i promote(that is if i do, but i don't think so)? I don't understand why i'm doing all this. Perhaps its the subjects i take; or the school that i'm trapped in; the friends i have; or is it just the bloody JC system? I don't know. Nothing seems right. As much as i look foward to the future, i think 2007 would be freaking crazy year. Its either i'm slugging my guts out for A levels, or i'll be having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a new lease of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a timely one-week break now, until next tuesday i think. So yeah, bring it on people. Lets go waste our lives away for the one week or, promos results may permit, FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's rewrite an ending that fits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of a Hollywood horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing's wrong, just as long as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;someday I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow. I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now. I know you're wondering when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115993137527562167?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115993137527562167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115993137527562167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-rewrite-ending-that-fits.html' title='Let&apos;s rewrite an ending that fits.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115939079203383911</id><published>2006-09-28T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T05:03:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its an obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/18e21e6288raulruud1p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/18e21e6288raulruud1p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh. Might as well lock lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Madrid 5- 1 Dynamo Kiev. Garm IMBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Marvel, Raul, scored a brace baby. The all-time top Champions League goalscorer with 53 goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes beat that, Shevchenko. Oops. He's a supporting striker for Drogba at Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm stressed i think. Cos its 4(5 coming real soon) in the morning, and no i'm not staying up for soccer, nor gaming. I'm actually blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And my god damned maid just asked why i woke up so early. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War is always an evil, never a good.&lt;/span&gt;" Do you agree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 5 oclock in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I still can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm feeling hopeless in my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont know what to do I think I'm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think i'm.........&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;Frankie J singing 'Obsession'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, No Es Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor means 'love' in spanish. Not quite sure what the rest is. Maybe 'amor, no es amor' means 'love, lets make love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115939079203383911?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115939079203383911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115939079203383911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-obsession.html' title='Its an obsession.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115900119709552793</id><published>2006-09-23T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:39:00.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-directed tragedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00107.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 436px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00107.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Lazy-bones, can't you see? I say have a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alone in this house again tonight&lt;br /&gt;I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me&lt;br /&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;br /&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tonight I wanna cry- Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &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/19388903-115900119709552793?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115900119709552793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115900119709552793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/self-directed-tragedy.html' title='Self-directed tragedy.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115875050871774439</id><published>2006-09-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:08:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I let the melody shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Try to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;You're a slave to money then you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No change, I can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I can change, I can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here in my mold&lt;br /&gt;I am here in my mold&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a million different people&lt;br /&gt;from one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my mold&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bittersweet Symphony&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Verve&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/19388903-115875050871774439?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115875050871774439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115875050871774439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-let-melody-shine.html' title='I let the melody shine.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115841122286218363</id><published>2006-09-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:32:58.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a gamble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/Contemplating__by_acid1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 348px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/Contemplating__by_acid1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Life's such a gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it extremely hard to find impetus to blog, or do anything else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been extremely stressful. Anywhere i may set my sights on, incidently, someone studying would come into sight. Its all this sights and sounds of the mugging season thats such a turn off. There's hardly signs of laughter and joy, and no wonder, considering how much pressure the school exerts on our frail minds and bodies. At least for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 H2s and 1 H1 passes. Well, everyone's hoping to cross the hurdle. Good luck people. Obviously the school's out to kill this time round, not that the mid years wasn't enough. I have plenty more to cover, especially for geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that things get better after the damn promos. Of course, a trip to Japan isn't too bad an incentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while surfing the web looking for good GP resources, i stumbled upon THE INTELLIGENT SINGAPOREAN commentary and discussion site which covers domestic issues in Singapore. Of course they offer much to read. The interesting thing was when i searched "schools", &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)" href="http://intelligentsingaporean.wordpress.com/2006/09/05/petition-for-the-resignation-of-mr-lee-hak-boon-principal-of-catholic-high-school/"&gt;Petition for the Resignation of Mr Lee Hak Boon, Principal of Catholic High School&lt;/a&gt; popped up as a result. Wow, not that it isn't amazing enough, i clicked on the link to find out more. Especially, under the related links was, the link to my entry :&lt;a href="http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/catholic-high-what-fuck.html"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;“Catholic High, what the f***”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes this very blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what we've learnt, blogging EMPOWERS. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, NYJC J1 geography students are believed to be the first in the world for using podcasts as mode of assessment, as mentioned by the podcast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)" href="http://ventriloquy.vitalpodcasts.com/"&gt;Ventriloquy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which also featured some of our sexy voices. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my new skin, don't you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115841122286218363?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115841122286218363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115841122286218363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifes-gamble.html' title='Life&apos;s a gamble.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115833404924625088</id><published>2006-09-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:28:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well i've been missing many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bowling days;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 0604 classmates;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear Gong Jiao buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, where's my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you all love my short-cropped(botak but growing rapidly) hair?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115833404924625088?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115833404924625088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115833404924625088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-my-life.html' title='Its my life.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115772080596140304</id><published>2006-09-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:09:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well i was just testing out the document capture mode on my K800i's camera, and it turned out to be quite decent, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, its been quite a boring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With promos coming all fast and furious, i don't think anyone's doing things else not consequential to doing well for the promos- studying. Likewise, i've been studying real hard this week(eh don't laugh). A repeat of my mid-years performance would definitely see me retain this year. Though i'm quite sure it won't happen again, it is still a remote possibility that i'll not make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to brush up my GP critical thinking skills by watching TV. Yes, the influential magic wand of the MASS MEDIA that is ceaselessly casting its dark spells on us- the innocent parties. I've realised something, respective news report on channel 5 and channel 8 reports are different. I wonder why? Like why the hell is it different anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school for some supposedly "Econs Lesson", which we were instructed to tag our year's worth of lecture notes with us, and a sketch book. It was enriching in the sense that lots of studying skills were shared, and we got a little hands on with several techniques as well. By drawing a few sequences of pictures, we can actually recall the entire internal EOS in our theory of production. It is shockingly useful, which proved the initial sceptical me WRONG. It was a 9am-5pm thing, which was rather demanding on our fragile bodies and minds during this crucial period. Jeannie the VJC smart ass came gate-crashed us too. The only thing bad today was that we were told to bring all our notes today, when almost none of it was really useful for the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new blog skin! I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't really like Jonathan and his way of singing. And Paul Twohill, the pride of gong jiao, is OUT! Wa lao. And Jasmine is good with her imba vocals lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Which number would women be unable to pronounce properly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A: 70. Cos after 69, the woman's mouth would usually be full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely food for thought. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115772080596140304?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115772080596140304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115772080596140304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/study-lah.html' title='Study lah.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115753653464558495</id><published>2006-09-06T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:55:34.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115753653464558495?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115753653464558495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115753653464558495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/always.html' title='Always.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115712944512195038</id><published>2006-09-02T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:51:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the name of the beast is CH3CH2OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/DSC00100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Grand Hyatt's buffet dinner was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of this man. At last he's tasted the sweetness of success and all these years of hard work and sacrifice is all well-worth, not to mention that delicious commission he's bagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually i was caught in a bunch of oldies at least 30 years older than me, but i really had wonderful time with them. Their talk of golf, non-hanky-panky massage parlours in M'sia, and SINGAPORE IDOL was quite interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a perfect night for a drink or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been drunk, which is kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of these, i've been sleeping and playing this day off, or in other words, wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips Of An Angel- Hinder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a damn rocking  great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call me when you're sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Me When You're Sober- Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% ballads + 90% jamming guitars = 100% Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;Check out their new single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115712944512195038?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115712944512195038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115712944512195038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-name-of-beast-is-ch3ch2oh.html' title='And the name of the beast is CH3CH2OH'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115701921694822221</id><published>2006-08-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:13:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest of my life on holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the bad weather nor the boring performance, it was indeed a Happy Teachers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration plans were totally foiled by unforseen complications and bad weather. The rain ruined the planned picnic, and our class t-shirts fail to appear on time today. Bleah. All else unimportant, we did seize the day right, by thanking our teachers for their hardwork on this very day. None of us would stand here without the guidance of our teachers, so it was surely appropriate for us to show them our gratitude, and i'm sure it means a world to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back Catholic High to wish our respects to the teachers there. Then we went Cafe Cartel @ J8 to chill out, before i went home. Don't you miss those good o' days? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all this with a very sore left shoulder after a mishap on wednesday while shopping with Phyllis and Karmun for a teachers' day gift in town, of course after we wasted so much time at queensway. Well it was raining animals and the damn floor was slippery, so i slipped and fell. Alright, i admit it was quite MALU. I thought i only hurt my nimble left wrist a little, so i thought it was alright. The real pain came when i woke up this morning, when my whole left shoulder plus a little neck was sore. Well wednesday wasn't good at all for all of us, but that was really besides the point, cos teachers' day was pretty rocking good. We had a teachers' jazz band performing, and admittedly, they are quite good with all the drums and electric guitars. And singing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo/Osaka holiday trip is confirmed for end-of-year holidays. Well its been sometime since i last stepped on the 'land of the rising sun(and scantily clad; lolita students)'. I miss Taiwan too, but i reckon Bryan Wong would be too busy to bring us there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before all of this luxury of traveling, of course we have the PROMOS. Work hard everyone!&lt;br /&gt;And those poly dicks having holidays, damn you! Haha. Enjoy yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, we're having school holidays too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets all enjoy ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115701921694822221?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115701921694822221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115701921694822221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/rest-of-my-life-on-holiday.html' title='Rest of my life on holiday.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115684240724971632</id><published>2006-08-29T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:06:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01/02  .03</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Hoegaarden(not whoregarden), what great western food they serve. Though the prices are abit on the steeper side, i think its all worth the while, and besides, my mum paid. Well they say good food is better than sex, so what is $37 for steak? Haha. Okay. How i wished i had close friends with me instead of a bunch of strangers whom i'd refer to as 'family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been of great wonder that i'm actually updating during mid-week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Boonliang's blog, his latest entry struck me. He managed to bring across what's been bothering me of late, though its about himself. Quoting him if he may allow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; For the first time in my life, i dont have a true GUY buddy to die for by my side in school." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;U probably didnt step into my type of shoes b4."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"...i felt something was missing in my life for once. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm not gonna go on blabbering about returning plates and lending tissues, but yeah, its really quite fucked up at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos coming all fast and furious, and i have a GREAT PLAN. Fucking great plan. Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are you strong enough to be my man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not turning gay, horny girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/02  .03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you oh-so-don't-understand what that is. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115684240724971632?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115684240724971632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115684240724971632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/0102-03.html' title='01/02  .03'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115650085837317213</id><published>2006-08-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:14:18.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rising Tied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh its friday evening, and at last i'm here wiping the dust off my rather deserted blog. Its been quite long since i've posted anything that made sense in here, like one weekend ago. School's been really busy with all the tests and preparations for promos kicking into full gear, or at least, most of those muggers in school are. The thing is, as the promos edge closer, i find myself in more and more trouble each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to know the math department teachers really well. Never in my life i'm on such good terms with Math teachers. The greatest of irony is, its my uninspired approach for math that is working into their good books. Yes, what the hell. Contary to popular belief the HOD of Math is quite nice sometimes, though a total bitch on some days and especially towards girls with short skirts(which is like almost everyone). Ooh btw, though i've strings to pull, that does not mean i'm gonna pass maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i could cast my mesmeric smooth-talking ways on the P.E. department teachers. -Sighs- I can barely recall how many P.E. lessons i've ponned, and not to mention, the numerous make-up P.E. lessons i've failed to turn up. P.E. teachers seemed always pumped up with angst, and its scary when they chase after you for P.E. lessons. Well we'll see how Ms Yap comes "looking for me", as she always threatened to. They always say she is looking for me, but i don't see her around leh. Maybe she meant "i look for her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little down this past week. Maybe its just the exam stress, but school is totally killing me. I don't know. I'm really troubled. Maybe it was the realisation of my lack of belonging to this place. I'm thankful for Phyllis and Karmun for asking at least, my friends who can understand, or at least come close to understanding my circumstance. Its really unbearable at times, really. Maybe its time i SHARE. Besides sharing my wealth of loose coins with my preying ribena-thirsty friends, maybe its time to really talk. But how many can i talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i declared my own half day this morning, i managed to catch an interview with Tiger Woods on ESPN. It was a really mellow interview which then turned so sad. Mr Tiger Woods was in tears as he spoke about how hard this past few months was for him as he lost his father to illness.  Its really disheartening to see this world-beating no. 1 golfer in such a sad state; someone of such mental toughness breaking down in tears. It just show how weak the human race is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i've been thinking of leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe its just the emo rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess ones man's trash is the next mans treaure,&lt;br /&gt;One man's pain is the next man's pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115650085837317213?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115650085837317213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115650085837317213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/rising-tied.html' title='The Rising Tied.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115591877985490558</id><published>2006-08-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:35:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm breaking the habit tonight.</title><content type='html'>Limwwei tagged again, and i shall do this thing cos i think its quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 people to play this game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen - Sarah Mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Strange And Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You) - Aqualung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Take It Or Leave It - Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;I'll See You Soon - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Everything Burns - Ben Moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Are You Happy Now - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Loser - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Lying from You - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Lose My Breath - Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Woman - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Man - Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Gone - Nsync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me To Life - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;普通朋友 - 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Me Against the Music - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;飛機場的10:30 - 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Someday - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Other Side of the World - KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;小鎮姑娘 - 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how linkin park would sing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been another week, and we all edge closer and closer to the dreaded promos. Still, i find myself not motivated to even kick-start my revision. Schools been really hard on me. With every passing day, i feel myself more and more unbelonging to this place. I don't know why. That probably led to me ponning school today, and hence my longer weekend. Inevitably, there were lingering thoughts of leaving this place all together. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a crazy week in school. Really is. Check out the ugly scenes of "The Wheelchair Race" that was held after geog tutorial on the class blog. Its absolutely hilarious. Ego and Foo Kai Ling really climbing all over on my head of late. Haha. I'll get back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPL's starting soon. Though i'm not a big fan of EPL, it'll be interesting to see Chelsea defending their title against Man Utd and Liverpool. Liverpool looks very good on paper. I cant wait for the Spanish La Liga to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'll never fight again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;And this is how it ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115591877985490558?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115591877985490558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115591877985490558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-breaking-habit-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m breaking the habit tonight.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115548292297629002</id><published>2006-08-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:28:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a nice day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00013.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my primary school friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was great meeting the 6/1 people today. I've haven't been hanging out much with these people. They really brought back truly fond; untainted memories of the past. The girls have grown up to be pretty girls and the boys have grown up to be sick boys. Well except for me, the squeaky clean one. Haha. Well anw, Saramany came back from the States to visit us, after like a long time missing. She's changed a little, like with the accent and stuff, but still real cool. Well for a certain Renjie, well Saramany was more like an "object of his fantasies", which could date back to when he was p6 until now. Yes, wth Renjie, wth. Personally i'm against fantasizing friends. And bloody hell, you never told me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 children. Woah i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt;. While Renjie is expected to have only 2. Hehe, insider joke. SEVEN leh, omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i can't pang seh my geography podcast group as they were busy with the 2nd episode of the podcast. I have to salute my podcast team lah. Today's lineup of podcasters was deprieved of Me and Eileen, but still managed to finish before schedule. Fantastic job! I love you all. I'm so sorry for not being there for the most of today. I'll make up for it with a fantastic editing job. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To cap off an eventful day, i went back town to have dinner with them. Ooh look at the 'havoc kid'- Lao Liu. He's got a love bite on his neck! Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/DSC00011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115548292297629002?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115548292297629002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115548292297629002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-nice-day.html' title='Have a nice day!!'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115539149275522627</id><published>2006-08-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:04:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is home. Truly??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/DSC00005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Infinite suffering begins.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of trusted sanctuaries,&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating from unjustified answers.&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient existence,&lt;br /&gt;The cheque is drawn,&lt;br /&gt;But the debt is insurmountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to pay off every promise,&lt;br /&gt;Clawing through worthlessness.&lt;br /&gt;A painful continuation,&lt;br /&gt;What else can reality inject?&lt;br /&gt;You’re merely just a pawn,&lt;br /&gt;Soul and vision remains unstable.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck at home with nothing. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i'm the only child, always returning home only to have this nothingness greet me in the face. As much as i want a eventful family life, i know i cant under my circumstance. Well who gives a shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how frail i might sound, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really miss my dad&lt;/span&gt;. Like really really really miss. Yes i understand he's slugging his ass off for the paycheck at the end of the month in Malaysia, and for him, that is fighting for happiness. I know i shouldn't ask for more, for many others in the world would die to be in my position. All i can say is, he has been fantastic role model for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, i don't have a home, well if you can see difference between a house and a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not since i can recall having one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, school was a great place to escape to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i rather stay on the bus forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;losing it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up to play soccer during midweek was great. Bryan Wong finally turned up. Yes, the president. And it was great to see Boon Liang again, too bad he is still vertically challenged. Played the unconventional role of a keeper that day, and i thought i gave a 4.5 star performance lah, though putting me between the posts was abit waste of my immense footballing talents. Say like playing Ronaldo as a keeper? Yeah, something of that sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E90.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E90.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, K800i is truly IMBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115539149275522627?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115539149275522627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115539149275522627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-home-truly.html' title='This is home. Truly??'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115537996085048992</id><published>2006-08-12T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:53:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/DSC00001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only i could find the words to describe that excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world is perfect. Though this baby comes remarkably close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson K800i Cybershot phone. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH BLUETOOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you assholes out there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with an update really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my dear reader, drool over my lovely. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115537996085048992?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115537996085048992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115537996085048992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115504420795611969</id><published>2006-08-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:45:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>太美麗</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/SNAPSH%7E3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/SNAPSH%7E3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We are Singapore, Singaporeans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the sing-a-long session today, definitely a well-received one, though only two pathetic songs were played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG look at what Phyllis and Karmun were doing during the singing. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, NYJC decided to adopt a different way of celebrations this year. We had a fund raising/race for everyone. Well basically it was like selling flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well being a flag-day greenhorn, or a noob as some might call me, it was definitely something new. Though i still dont get what we learn from selling flags, i thought our acts of goodwill would go a long way in providing for the aged ones living in hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From AMK to Bishan then to Toa Payoh. Its hard to avoid suffering from abrasion considering the amount of walking we had, and also partly because of my well-bestowed .... (body part). Haha, well i think a few of us would know. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had national day performance put up by the foreign exchange programme students in our school. Haha, they can sing quite decently. Talking about singing, today was one of the few occasions when Poh Boon stood at the back during morning assembly. Considering how many of us were actually singing the national anthem, Poh Boon's singing was really loud and clear. It was a funny sight, cos as Poh Boon reaches the high notes, you'll see the whole row infront of you jerking. Jerking in their attempt to contain their laughter i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did our podcast after school. With their multiple NGs, i guess i've got plenty of editing tonight before the deadline tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought David Tao's new album as well as F.I.R's new album. Wow F.I.R's collaboration with LeAnn Rimes quite nice. Now i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hang out with men. Men in the form of the gentlemen from Gong Jiao. I need to escape the fate of being 'womanised' like Boonliang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air smells like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells of the hungry ghost festival in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And staying on the 2nd floor doesnt help. They are bloody burning those 'offerings' outside my room window, well its below, still i dont see why they should be allowed to do it. Its freaking arson. Catch them stupid policemen. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E31.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E31.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;妳太美麗了.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115504420795611969?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115504420795611969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115504420795611969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='太美麗'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115483996879045829</id><published>2006-08-06T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:55:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC02860.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/DSC02860.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The image is blurred to protect the speaker's identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy who was speaking shall be named 'famous Ben' for the sake of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, we had a dialouge session with regards to youth involvement in today's world with MPs, whom proudly represent the alumni of NYJC. Mr  Teo Ser Luck and Dr Faishal Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all respects due, i think these two are really honourable figures in the government and they sure deserved better courtesy than what 'famous Ben' could offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Sirs, why is there no democracy in Singapore?" was his bloody question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wasnt as big a joke before, he is one one now. The boy without any manners was what he was. Nothing much more. And if, to him, being impudent was equilivant to being critical, he's got some ideas wrong. And if he'd pressed on after the discouragement of his CT tutor, you wonder what etiquette has this little boy got. You wonder what have the school done with regards to this "rebel without a cause", cos his lack of manners is really disturbing. Especially when 'famous Ben' is amongst us, like a student slaving our asses of to the mighty A's. His so-called being of politically-sound aside, he's like all of us, leading the painful lives of working our ass off for Jc  everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite an attention seeker i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i havent been blogging as much, to the disappointment of so many readers out here. I'm so sorry lah, cos this week's been really busy, with all the projects and tests and that dialouge session with the MPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the podacst was really screwed. No sound was recorded from 5:45 onwards, which meant we lost 3 minutes of our hardwork in all. Yes. 3 minutes would mean a good 2 hour plus in podcast recording terms. We know we're not giving up, but its just frustrating. It is i tell you. Imagine the disappointment when we replayed the sample at 12.20 a.m to realise 1/3 of it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need a buddy to teach me math. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;My life in tatters at my feet."&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/19388903-115483996879045829?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115483996879045829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115483996879045829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115426213929181209</id><published>2006-07-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:22:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slippery act.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/20060726-emerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 237px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/20060726-emerson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/cannavaro05p.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/cannavaro05p.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following the signing of Fabio Cannavaro and Emerson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Madrid has landed Ruud Van Nistelrooy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how not to win the La Liga next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Where is KAKA??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes to Real Madrid soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/69140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/69140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Galaticos' era hasn't ended. In fact, it just grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played delivery man, which was way cool. Cos my Ah Ma wanted to give some of the fish and chicken and more fishes to my Po Po just because it was the Hungry Ghost Festival(not that my Po Po is a hungry ghost or what). Yeah, so i had to do this shit job of delivering all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down to Ah Ma house was a torture, you know? So close yet so far of sorts. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ashika &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115426213929181209?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115426213929181209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115426213929181209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/slippery-act.html' title='A slippery act.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115418756042236012</id><published>2006-07-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:43:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A kodak moment."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/sony_ericsson_k800i_i01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/sony_ericsson_k800i_i01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every passing minute i see myself edging closer and closer to this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eyeing this phone for like forever already. From its 'rumour' period to its release, i've been through all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The k800i cybershot phone from Sony Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never miss a kodak moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Singtel, its S$559 with a two yaer contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright podcast course was quite fun. Episode 1 of the geography podcast is due coming friday everyone, so yeah, get your mardy bum moving. I figured my cheapo mic at home wasnt in a presentable state, so i borrowed the school mic home, like everyone did of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when chatting on MSN with Phyllis, i gave the mic its debut. It was dumbly funny la, cos i've never talked on MSN like this before, or rather us. Then Justina joined in the laughs with us. Too bad Justina didnt had a mic. Haha. Nvm if you dont find this funny, its really beyond my words. Haha. I sang so many songs for them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my fair bit of gaming for the rest of the day, after a long week away in exile. Also did abit of blog-hopping and some extensive research on two phones, k800i from SE and n73 from Nokia. Frankly, I was disappointed with Nokia. I guess i'll get the K800i, coming cheaper as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, what if i unfortunately retain this year? My plans are, i'll probably leave and seek my future away from JC. Yea, i know its a big WHAT IF?, but i'd rather be prepared to die than to die unknowingly. And the thought of answering to my family of my failure is overwhelming really. Being the only child sucks sometimes. Being the only grandchild sucks too. At least to my ah gong, thats what i am, and he expects alot. Just the other time, he was talking to me about marriage already. WTH. I cant afford to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say 0605, lets defy the odds. Contary to belief of us being the worst class, we shall proof the odds wrong.  Let us stand up, and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one of the only 2 guys(sometimes the only one) in class sucks big time. Really. Dont think its good you sick perverts out there, cos its killing me by the minute. Swearing is a taboo, it really is. You get the weird glance whenever you lose your mouth. And dont ask me to do ridiculous stuff like return the plates for you all after a meal in school. Its fine when i do it out of convenience and returning a favour, not when people threaten to put me down as less of a "man". Thats a maid's job.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt; FUCK.&lt;/span&gt; I havent lost my cool because of my circumstance you see, but one day the fuse is gonna blow, i swear with my fucking balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How different are sexists from racist? I say, not much. Its still discrimination, and its for the ignorant one. Well anyway, that person who works 17 hours a day for a mediocre pay of $350 a month is, by no fluke, a lady maid. All respects due, this is the harsh reality, if you really wanna get real about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, just my two cents worth. Seriously not targeting anyone here. Just my feelings of late. I hope i was fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a certain boys' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weather is fucked up. All those burning of incense for the Lunar 7th month "Hungry Ghosts Festival" and the rain is screwing me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this very entry again, i think i'm just frustrated, though i'm not deleting what i've typed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Come what may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115418756042236012?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115418756042236012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115418756042236012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/kodak-moment.html' title='&quot;A kodak moment.&quot;'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115407396222078490</id><published>2006-07-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:08:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do i go from here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E41.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E41.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So lately, been wondering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Will Go- The Calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! I'm back, as kicking good as ever. Well I've moved back to my woodlands home, like back in exile again, hence my lack of updates. I know you desperate readers are hungry for my engaging entries to make your day, but sadly, i wont have reliable internet connection in exile(well that depends on my neighbours, if you know what i mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, fret not. I'll update as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this school week was really boring as ever. I mean, i dont blame the school work and tests, they are boring anyway. The thing is, after school, everyone just disappears, or like we always say, everyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zao&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a depressing week, wonder if it is linked to the Arts Week here, but its been really monotonous. Well Mr Bong is a really cute man. Dark, tanned, curly haired, great smile, and a really nice guy. Its really hard for me to NOT help him, which in his context, is to join RUGBY. 3 times this week, he asked me to join rugby... Rugby's not my sport. I dont like rugby la. I want to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw AXX that day at J8, when Phyllis and Karmun and I ponned the reading programme. We just sat at coffeebean to chill after our lunch at the coffeeshop opposite Zhong Hua Sec. While waiting for the bus, we met a bunch of really procacious and uncivil bunch of boys from Zhong Hua. Woah, they were really damn rude to their teacher. Back to J8, we just sat there and talked for a good 5 hours! Haha. One of those super rare days Karmun is in school and had time to chill out really. Once in a blue moon of sorts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been talk about a class blog. Please put talk into action please everyone! It'll be great. A class blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponned school today. It was an act of impulse i admit. I was on the bus to the interchange already, but the next thing i did was to take the bus home. Going to school today just didnt feel right. Rain poured down mercilessly on the scrambbling IJC students. Their clothes drenched, with every drop of rain blurrly refracting of whats inside of them. What a glorious view. I thought rainbows only appear AFTER and not DURING the rain. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Tan's waiting for me in town already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Close your eyes, make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And blow out the candlelight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Make Love To You- Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOW HARD people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115407396222078490?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115407396222078490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115407396222078490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='Where do i go from here?'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115366780541779070</id><published>2006-07-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:16:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic High, what the fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never mind i have econs and EoM to complete, i wanna write about this. Yes this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic High School and her commotion of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forced transfer of 9 teachers, whom as i know, are highly experienced and respected by the students. They represent the core of good teachers that gong jiao have been relying on all these years. Many of them have burnt their youth away nurturing the young gentlemen in gong jiao, humble servants of sorts to the school. Few of them are old boys too, or alumni, as others call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Mr Lee Hak Boon to dismiss them? Seriously, he is the problem. Everyone else in school, including the school, are just victims of his rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several blogs have been forced to shut down after blogging about these sensitive happenings in school. Students were blamed and teachers were dismissed. The student body is in unrest and the staff room is in a uptight situation. Really not the best way to prepare for the O levels for what will be for gong jiao a crucial year. Admittedly, the results of the sec 4s of 2005 wasnt at all acceptable, and that called for changes. But then, this isnt the best way to turn things around. He screwed up. He screwed up long ago by laxing on the 2005 batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citing the 14 page petition to sack Hak Boon, "Mr Lee demanded the moderation of the Prelim papers to such an extent that the Prelims were a farce." "A student with 15 points in the Prelims was allowed to enter Hwa Chong Junior College." Yes the generous moderation that he gave us. Like the above mentioned, a 28 pointer managed to squeeze into NYJC. Wonder who was that joke. Hehehe. Well anw, he scored 12 - 4=8 for O's, so stop laughing. Haha. My point is, he screwed up, and dismissing these wonderful teachers aint gonna unscrew things. He's got to realise soon that he's destroying what he helped built since he came here 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow the 13 page petition to sack hak boon was writen by a sec 3 this year, i think its quite pro. Haha. For a sec 3, its really WOW. I thought a 7 page writen report was demanding already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all love the school still as much as ever i'm sure. For many of us, gong jiao is our second home, some place close to our hearts. Though we've left the chemistry formulas and chinese proverbs behind, we've brought along the wonderful memories with us as we moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just sad that the school we had so much pride for, is in the current doldrums. Its really sad. Just before mid february, we were still a Band 1 school. Look at them now. Its really heart pain la. I'm still proud of gong jiao in any case, just that swagger had been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Real Madrid, they need a new leader.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/CHS.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/CHS.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115366780541779070?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115366780541779070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115366780541779070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/catholic-high-what-fuck.html' title='Catholic High, what the fuck.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115364524652725048</id><published>2006-07-23T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:05:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your friendly neighbourhood IT rep.</title><content type='html'>Once again, I was tagged by Limwwei. Unable to escape her evil wrath, i shall do this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;1. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;2. Overweight (which NYJC's P.E. department refuses to recognise).&lt;br /&gt;3. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;5. I rock.&lt;br /&gt;6. I appreciate friends alot.&lt;br /&gt;7. Swinging single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUNGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Failure.&lt;br /&gt;3. Poverty.&lt;br /&gt;4. Horror Movies.&lt;br /&gt;5. Durians.&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;7. Losing my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 RANDOM MUSIC AT THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;1. Are You Strong Enough To Be My Man- Sheryl Crow &amp; Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;2. Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;3. Brighter Than Sunshine- Aqualung&lt;br /&gt;4. Not Ready To Make Nice- Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;5. Rise And Fall (Ft. Sting) - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;6. 愛,很簡單- 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;7. Angel- 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. What?&lt;br /&gt;2. Issit?!&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fat Ronaldo is damn zai.&lt;br /&gt;5. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;6. My wife is Maria Sharapova.&lt;br /&gt;7. My god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E30.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/IMG06%7E30.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With SAMSUNG, its not that hard to imgaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh i draw one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually taking a breather now. The econs essays due tomorrow are raping me apart, leaving me bruised and tormented. 2 essays lah, making it a gang rape or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Sloman really quite insightful compared to the school's notes. Well, i've spent close to $50 bucks for it leh. Anyway, still got EOM draft to complete. JC life ah........ _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was class committee training yesterday, really bloody dumb. According to latest news, there's gonna be an investiture for class comm. members. WTH. We'll be given special badges. Haha. And yesterday's training was some serious fuck. Attendance was taken, they even compiled a full list of members la, and any teachers were present too. Wth. We are the 'supposed leaders' in class. Haha. Yes. IT rep of 0605. The most important figure in daily operations. Imagine when no one knows how to turn the computer ON, i'll be there to save the day. Ah yes, that's what they taught us. Or at least, it was one of the tested criteria. It would take a dumb ass not to get full passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the AVA people, DAMN WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my template again. Too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boh liao&lt;/span&gt; as you've guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a class exco member, you are to make the class a more fun place to learn in; offer a helping hand; lend a shoulder to cry on, for your fellow classmates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Sounds so ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG060%7E5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG060%7E5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115364524652725048?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115364524652725048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115364524652725048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-friendly-neighbourhood-it-rep.html' title='Your friendly neighbourhood IT rep.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115348242197900642</id><published>2006-07-21T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:48:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about giving a DAMN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/PIC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/PIC_0038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ignore the date on the photo, cos it says  X'mas eve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Racial Harmony Day everyone!! Its the festival of tolerance and understanding to our friends of other races, and ultimately fostering better relations with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushering in the festive mood, its all about giving a damn really. Those who give a damn would take part, and those who dont, dont. Well like if you gave a damn about celebrating Racial Harmony, we'd dress in traditional costumes. Like if we gave a damn about our friends from other races, there is no need for racial harmony, for one day of harmony dont mean much. I have my fair share of lovely friends from other races after my years in Catholic High, if you get what i mean. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Racism shall not be tolerated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, the ENTIRE class wore traditional costumes la. Everyone looked so lovely in their unique costumes.  All 19 of us. Mr Nandwani was abit crazy. Haha. Can see Phyllis and Jiawei in their CHEEna costumes (pun NOT intended); Sarah, Justina and Hanisah in their Malay costumes; Huiyen and Shuen Lin and Me in Indian costumes. Its really cool. More interesting stuff were spotted la. Like the singer Justin Jap from gong jiao was dressed like a pirate. ..... Emiko was dressed like some Greek goddess. And saw some girl in that Japanese lady costume. Realise i've been using 'costumes', cos i've no bloody idea what are the costumes called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/PIC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/PIC_0054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 9 of us went for a rocking session @ cinneleisure Kbox. No words can aid in describing the adrenaline rush for us as we were transfered to this huge room. The air-con was abit cold, but singing through the blistering cold was well worth. The first time we all had this kind of room la, one console TV, one normal TV and one super large LCD TV, 3 mikes all at our disposal. And the sound system was doubly good too. We went for the ladies night package as intended. Ladies paying for a drink only. we had 7 ladies and 2 gentlemen, so it was quite worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Lee Hom's Wei Yi can sing with the Kiss Goodbye Lyrics. Zai right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i havent had so much fun in a day since PAE. School was fun la. Really. Laughing at each other's costumes, photo taking, talking cock and stuff. And its quite good to see the class getting a little bit more bonded after the holidays. It is really great to see that gigantic glacier that stood between all of us starting to break, and thus icebreak. Haha. The situation of having cliques is inevitable la, just that we no longer work in isolated groups. I mean, the whole class bothered themselves to wear the traditional costumes, and that speaks alot really. Kbox was super fun too, and it wasnt possible without the great company we had for each other. Huiyen, Huiqi, Huixian, Phyllis, Shuen lin, Jiawei, Justina, Kailing and myself sure had a great time yesterday. We were super high for well at least 2 hours. Haha. Huixian and Kailing were crazily high la and they can sing well too. Shuen lin as always, sang the Rooftop song, AGAIN. Haha. Something truly amazing. Phyllis sings Teresa Teng's songs super well la. Totally superb. Its damn funny la. Like me singing David Tao like that. Hahaha. Singing is really not the point. The point is to have fun, and we had. And after singing for 5 hours, we left at 1 plus a.m.  Shared cab home with Phyllis while the rest took Nightrider! WTH. Nigthrider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only everyday was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we know its not gonna be like this everyday. We'll sink back into the depressed school life once the sun rises again. Actually not, cos today no school. I slept until 3 p.m., which shattered my record for this year by a mile. Tomorrow got class exco training in school, and i'm invovled. Wth. The ever friendly IT rep of 0605, yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with some photos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/PIC_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/PIC_0052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/PIC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/PIC_0031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/PIC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/PIC_0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/PIC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/PIC_0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115348242197900642?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115348242197900642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115348242197900642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-all-about-giving-damn.html' title='Its all about giving a DAMN.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115314556094117441</id><published>2006-07-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:20:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Chosen One"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E24.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E24.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a truly great soccer player, i'd rather let my feet do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are really great. First up would be breakfast!! Yeap. Imagine every bloody monday you go through hell trying to take the first steps off your bed, piah your ass off to reach school on time, only to spend the first hour idling in the canteen eating crap. Since the Chem people are having their periods swapped to the breakfast one, and the rest are having H1 math, it really leaves the class like totally depleted to a few pathetic lingering souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, people are always absent from morning assembly. Both the CT reps, Karmun and Justina, are perpetually late and Huiyen havent attended a morning assembly since mid years ended. It comes down to one thing then, Mr Nandwani has to personally mark attendance this morning. Hahaha. Alright just hope that no one gets into any shit with the evil wrath of Mr Kwek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, no one accompanied me for breakfast lah. Luckily rocker Phyllis had nothing on, as usual, and on the way to the canteen, we stumbled upon a wandering sotong. We saved her from her realms of folly, brought her to the canteen, and we had breakfast!! Well they say 3 makes a crowd. The canteen was 'crowded' then. Despite attempts by the cunning sotong to convince me to attend her concert, i had to say NO to her, alas painstakingly. Xianmin you gotta understand, $8 for a kopitiam chair at a CC is really over-paying, though the thought of a sotong playing the claranet is quite enticing. Really. 8 tentacles, so many holes(or whatever you call that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs was really crazy. Mr Nandwani is arguably the best econs teacher around. Really, i'm really glad to have him as our tutor. His lessons are always quite cool, albeit boring sometimes, but still he never fail to get his ideas across. And i've got this feel that, he is going crazier every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he was  a totally mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, eccentric would be a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he was a totally eccentric man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever he calls your name, which i assume would be quite often(since our class size permits him to repeatedly ask the same person), i swear its the scariest thing that will ever happen to you. There is this gut-feel in you that want to get the answer correct, yet he scares the balls out of you such that your mind blanks out, and then you'll give him some crap answer. Then he'll go "SEE YOU ARE NOT LISTENING!! WHAT KIND OF RUBBISH ANSWER IS THAT?!" That is probably why the class always screw up when answering his questions, and henceforth the slow progress during tutorials, assuming the class gets petrified by his eccentric ways. Alright, i'll like anything that is capable of keeping me awake on a monday morning. Econs is cool. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gp was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was crap. No wait. Physics was quite nice cos of a certain photo that i took. Actually 2. One is above. One, i shall not publish, later like create unwanted limelight for myself, like some Danish Cartoon. Yeah it is that IMBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What do you call Mr Sim and his family?&lt;br /&gt;A: The Sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much time wasted on standing around and talking aimlessly, we finally made it to Pastamania J8. Erm, a few of the soccerettz(spell?) tagged along. Can only remember Sylvia's name. The rest can only recognise by face. Yeah, the RIGHT BRAIN working. No wait, got Cheryl who, amidst the world cup fever, got mistaken for Peter Crouch of England. I bet its her dream being compared to such a legendary striker like Crouchy. It felt really nice to be hanging out with the first few friends i had in NYJC. Its really great to have good memories, of a place so lacking now. The great irony is, wonderful memories tend to make days sad. Just look at OG2. Left with the great pillars of strength like us, the rest eroded away to hell knows where already. And 0604 is like scattered acorss the BIG island of SG, busy with their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really damn sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the day, Vivacitors beats Real Madrid in the race to sign the most promising youngster in the world. He's given the number &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;22&lt;/span&gt; shirt of his choice. You know, he's destined for success. Well the day is coming soon. It was really a painful deision not to join his childhood dream club Real Madrid, but watch out, &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toh Kai Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is set to light up the world with his flair and footballing aptitude. And if the the prophecy(GOAL 2010) is true, he is to be The 'chosen one', propelling Singapore onto the world stage in footballing excellence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in his sweetest, wildest, kinkiest, wettest dreams, he'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least the jersey part is true lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday KBOX please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115314556094117441?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115314556094117441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115314556094117441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/chosen-one.html' title='The &quot;Chosen One&quot;'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115298419894700153</id><published>2006-07-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:57:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not easy to be me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/IMG06%7E21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certainly it was like fighting kryptonite not to attend CHMA 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really quite helpless when your Ah Gong was having his birthday on that rocking night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to celebrate his retirement from ROADWORKS at the ripe age of 72, it rocked just as much i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i love Gong Jiao. Missing CHMA was really a hard testicle to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHMA is Catholic High Music Awards for those wondering what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some IMBA boy sang MY IMMORTAL, who according to boonliang, is better than Neo Gen Rong. Wa lao eh. If only CHMA had some encore telecast like Singapore Idol. TMD. Too bad i couldnt pon the dinner. Like i'll get raped for ponning or something. Imagine the pressures facing the sole descendant of this generation of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week ended quite fine actually. Geography was like quite fun, cos we did our games' presentation. There is only so much that we can present for a game, its the playing part that counts really. And if we were to be graded according to the playing experience, i think the ROCKING BRIDGES must get a super high score la. Haha. Must be a job well done :) Even Mrs Koh was playing and laughing like a kid lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday was quite unsurprisingly eventful. Woke up early to go visit the National Library for our PW meeting. Wow its a really big place. If i havent been there, i would have thought the school library was the greatest thing on earth. Seriously, NY's library is not bad. But this baby is wicked sick. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, my iPod looks super nice now. Super nice. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went watch hunting with my mum. Actually dinner first, but she really damn wrong. For like the 5th time in a row she brought me to a Hong Kong restaurant. The food was quite nice, but then again, 5th time in a row. Just like saying the same joke five times over-It wont work. Then watch hunting. Havent buy yet dont worry. Haha. My $4888 Tag Heuer Monaco Vintage dream watch is obviously a fantasy. Nothing else caught my eye really. Sian. I want a humble cheapo watch that i can wear for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way home, i spotted a scandalous couple on the bus home lah. Scandalous. Actually nothing scandalous, cos they are married! Yeah, Mr and Mrs LIM. Yeap, the undoubted BEST GP TEACHER in NYJC. In typical gp teacher fashion, Mrs Ivay Lim was reading a book. The title was erm, How to stay FERTILE longer. Well teachers are humans too. At least she knows how much we all miss her rocking GP lessons compared to the current one by CHEW QI, whose photo is not even on the new-teachers list. Wtf. Another sub teacher for the damn zai class. Its bloody unfair. She lives damn near to my house. Not even a stone's throw away lah. Its like a shot putt away only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's life?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine." I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you can actually eat kryptonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought Superman was super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115298419894700153?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115298419894700153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115298419894700153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-easy-to-be-me.html' title='Its not easy to be me.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115287932548631933</id><published>2006-07-14T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:18:51.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care of your eyes everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortsighted man,&lt;br /&gt;Sees the emptiness;&lt;br /&gt;The desolation.&lt;br /&gt;Every passing week is like a decade to him.&lt;br /&gt;He waits desperately for lessons to end;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend to fall upon him.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise,&lt;br /&gt;He has nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he sees,&lt;br /&gt;Are all his temporary highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longsighted man,&lt;br /&gt;Sees his future;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is crystal clear to him-&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;Each passing second,&lt;br /&gt;Brings him closer to judgement day.&lt;br /&gt;Living in slow hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He misses life back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he sees,&lt;br /&gt;Is his impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the one with the perfect eyesight,&lt;br /&gt;He sees everything.&lt;br /&gt;He sees the week transform into a century;&lt;br /&gt;The day passing in a second.&lt;br /&gt;He sees his possible failure,&lt;br /&gt;And he will prevent it from happening,&lt;br /&gt;Alongside his friends in the fight with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;Like a slave of the system,&lt;br /&gt;He's off to slug his ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your eyes everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115287932548631933?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115287932548631933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115287932548631933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-care-of-your-eyes-everyone.html' title='Take care of your eyes everyone.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115262464779470694</id><published>2006-07-11T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:42:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll. Camera. Action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG060%7E6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG060%7E6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Today's one day after the world cup, which is also photo-taking day. Besides that one on top, we took our class photos too. This time professionals came down to do the job, instead of the likes of the two-bit photog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT. GP paper one results. 27/50. C. Thought i fail or something la. My essay only got 2 big points. Content fail like shit la. But cannot help it la, my damn zai command of the language pulled up my marks. Okay kidding la. Its not damn zai. Its just god-like or thereabouts. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the class having 3 rows of students. I felt quite abit sian.  We only filled 2 rows haha. The boys stand at the back some more. Our lack of testosterone was evident- we only have 2 boys! Well, the lack boys were sort of made up with the rest of the 17 girls. Too bad Karmun wasnt here. We squeezed the entire damn class into the lift lah. Yes, i got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 formal pictures and 2 informal. More than Gong Jiao last year la. And i thought 3 shots were alot then. Then came the group/clique shots. Erm, yeah. Absurd but, haha, they want it. So it was the Rockstars!, the bridges, cchs+ bee chin, the rest, and 'S.H.E' (huiyen, justina, JIAWEI) according to huiyen. Haha. That lady also damn wrong la, never let us choose our location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the uber rock-n-roll, divinely talented rockers, were given the damn zai spot- The "Yin Shui Si Yuan" rock, which crudely translated means, drink water; think source. Damn funny la. Then the lady still damn uncharacteristically praise us lah. Haha. Like "YES! Beautiful. Very Good." Whatever. It wasnt good weather, so we were lucky to have the sun, cos according to her, without the sun, the stone take already not nice. Okay. After watching the Sports Illustrated model search that night, and today, i know smiling for the camera is hard. Real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After photo-taking, we went swensens @ j8 for icecream. Haha. Not all went la, like 11 of us. Say i'm nice la, treat the class swensens' icecream. Haha. I paid 50 bucks la, the rest paid 2 bucks each to waiver the extravagant $73 bill. You're welcomed everyone hahaha. My mum taught me to share, yea so explains today. I asked her what to do with my little bit of money than splurging on a Brazil jersey, then she said give friends a treat. Okay i was quite cool about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There went by beloved Brazil no.9 jersey to 10 hungry, greedy pigs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115262464779470694?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115262464779470694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115262464779470694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/roll-camera-action.html' title='Roll. Camera. Action.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115253545603212988</id><published>2006-07-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:50:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterdays are all boxed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/AbsolutVisionimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/AbsolutVisionimg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All great things come to an end. For many, they'll probably not stay up for a football match for another 4 years. For many, their impression of this World Cup 2006 would be tainted by images of foul play, diving, play acting; cheating in essence. For many, their hate for Cristiano Ronaldo would have soared to new colossal heights(not that i hate him, but ALOT of people do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were ecstasy for many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world cup never for a moment lacked surprise, controversy and of course, great football. The biggest surprise of the world cup, albeit an extremely biased personal sentiment, would be for Brazil not to win the World Cup. The most talented side Brazil had for 40 years, and they imploded. They were truly arrogant champions. Ex-champions rather. Anyways, the Samba Boys always thought, THEY COULD SCORE. They could score against ANY oppponent. Against Croatia, they looked shaky if not for Kaka. However against the mighty Les Bleus, Brazil had no answer to the French defensive prowess. They lost, and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, its the season of celebration for the world's game. So safe your abhorence(spell?) for your school principal, not some footballer or team. Italians DO dive. Whether they dived to a world cup or not, they can play awesome football with world class individuals. Diving is part of the modern game and its impossible to remove, and so is cheating and play acting. They're punishable, and that is good enough. No need for hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's wet dream of GOAL 2010 seems highly impossible. Which unless by 2010, i finish NS, and suddenly become a damn zai footballer and lead Sg into the finals. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out Ronaldinho. The Lions are coming to bite ur Samba ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he anyway? The flop of the year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115253545603212988?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115253545603212988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115253545603212988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterdays-are-all-boxed-up.html' title='Yesterdays are all boxed up.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115228615150830494</id><published>2006-07-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:35:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG060%7E4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG060%7E4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;Thats what the class was actually doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent observation was that the discussion rooms in the library have cameras. Wth. There goes our privacy. Not like we're gonna do wrong things in them. If the school cant even show some respect and trust to the students, i cant see why we'll ever like the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absurdly, i got a really suggestive stain on my pants after we had our meal after GP. It seemed that i had my 1st period haha. Looked like blood lah. Thankfully it isnt. It sniffed it, i had a sweet smell. If only women had sweet periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG060%7E3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG060%7E3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the two coolest game-masters on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 1.5 hours of physics. The teacher really damn joke la. Like teaching primary school kids. She would make weird sound effects for her words. And soon, i began to fall asleep. Nod and nod and nod. Justina told me i slept for half an hour la. 1/3 of the lecture. Then trying to catch up with the lecture, i looked at Hanisah's notes-page 9. Then i looked at mine-page 8. No wonder everyone's falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was geog, when i felt feverish. Totally cannot concentrate on what William Yeo was talking about. I passed my human component. I bet the whole class saw my celebration move la. Though it wasnt enough for me to pass geog overall, i still celebrated anw. I needed this morale booster la, cos everything wasnt going too well. Still, the fever did not subside, in fact it got worst. Damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ponned today's sports day. Wonder how did the girls did for the house. Got the damn zai 7 year tracker Eileen Goh. Haha. So should not be a problem la. Phoenix house. Quite a dumb name. Edward sounds much cooler and much more sophisticated. Spent most of today on the bed to rest my tormented soul and body. Doctor said if fever dont go away in the next few days, must go have a blood test. Wtf la. Let me recover by tmr please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching world cup finals at Shuenlin's house. Anyone else ON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite good now. Cos the pills are taking effect. I need to recover fast for the packed weekend ahead. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the soccer fever, comes the real fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115228615150830494?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115228615150830494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115228615150830494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/bingo.html' title='Bingo!'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115210103090809869</id><published>2006-07-05T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:26:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Dark Ages'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E95.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E95.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An analysis on the poor showing at the mid years, a skill we learnt from econs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt see the &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; study.&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;All results came back unexpectedly fast. Even Geography was marked already. It was total madness. Got back 2.5 of the 3 H2s that i sat for, only with the exception of Human Geog, which is set for tomorrow alongside the redundant GP. GP as redundant chiefly because, simply, no one would give a fuck about your GP grade when you fail 2 H2s. Certainly not in here, certainly not Mr Kwek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging on the Human component to pull my geog grades up, which by the way, stands at a dismal 30%. Though William Yeo said only a handful in the cohort passed. Then there is Econs. No one in the class passed. 21/55 stands as the second highest in class. How pathetic. Thats around an S grade. Then Math was really the truly amazing subject. I think i'd broke the school record for the lowest mark ever. An apalling 5/70. Math today was a torture la. Totally. The venue sort of eased the pain. We had it at discussion room 2, with the comfort of lying on the floor. Sat beside the God of Math Hanisah. Besides having nothing mathematical to say, which is usually the case, i was for the first time worried of my math grade. There's nothing to be apathetic about already. I'm not gonna ACE math like how Karmun wants to by Promos. I dont wanna get 5/70 though. And the thought of my impending failure of GP and human geog makes Thursday a really bad day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the world cup. I'm blaming the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself too. What the fuck am i expecting when i'm only studying one week before the exams. Fail everything was the prediction i had after the exams, not to this scale though. Like Mr Nandwani said, he was surprised at our reactions when we received our results, cos we were shell-shocked. With the crap that we've writen, how surprising can failure be? How true. He was getting all worked up with the ability of us trying to even understand the question, and how we were "not listening" and "reading". Seriously, something is wrong with you all la. Hahaha. For my case, i knew what the question was asking, exactly. The sad thing is, i wrote a sad answer which only got a L1-5 and E-1. Based on my superficial understanding of the subject and lack of experience with essays, this was what i could conjure up. On a side note, i was really inspired by what Nandwani said today. His story and after class crap that he said to me personally. I felt really bad. He said i'm a smart boy and he expects alot from me. Hahaha. I'm capable of great things, all i need now is a good plan. Like first time since p3 a teacher termed me as 'smart'. Or is he trying to say i'm fucking lazy? Haha. God knows, he knows, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, the first time in 5 years you're taking a MID YEAR EXAM. And you screw the fuck shit out of it. To take comfort in other's failure and inferior scores is really the worst thing to do now. I need a plan. Yes. And some luck dear god. I miss the prayers during exams in CHS. We have prayers for every paper, which i liked alot. Not like i'm a Catholic or what, its just that peace of mind that i need before the exam. And so if it was divine intervention that saved me from hell time after time before, i need that wise guiding hand of god again. Really soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's searching for somethin'&lt;br /&gt;But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody hoping and praying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times is hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;In search of God's tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I borrow words from the Bible&lt;br /&gt;and use them for survival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'&lt;br /&gt;And folks are so common&lt;br /&gt;It don't really bother us much we just swallow it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pace back and forth&lt;br /&gt;looking for the courage to shine&lt;br /&gt;But can't tap the source&lt;br /&gt;need something to nourish my mind&lt;br /&gt;I know we all lose quite a bit in life&lt;br /&gt;Only to gain some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home there's people calling us hopeless&lt;br /&gt;People trying to tell us all we need is some focus&lt;br /&gt;But focus&lt;br /&gt;Focus is overrated&lt;br /&gt;Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of the dark winding roads we came from&lt;br /&gt;But I move with the night&lt;br /&gt;so I'm used to the shade&lt;br /&gt;And never lose sight&lt;br /&gt;bringing truth back to the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Home- Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mr Lawrence said today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not angry, I'm just sad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115210103090809869?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115210103090809869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115210103090809869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/dark-ages.html' title='The &apos;Dark Ages&apos;'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115203327226811878</id><published>2006-07-05T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T01:14:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This rock so much.</title><content type='html'>I GOT TAGGED by the 'inebriated' Limwwei. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tibits i like.&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Beans&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 song lyrics that i can memorise.&lt;br /&gt;愛,很簡單- 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal- Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Mockingbird- Eminem (Damn zai right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can memorise a billion songs la. Just 2 which i like alot and 1 to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i will do if i have a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Quit School.&lt;br /&gt;Change the million bucks into coins.&lt;br /&gt;Keep at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 places i will escape to.&lt;br /&gt;Home (Khatib)&lt;br /&gt;Home (Woodlands)&lt;br /&gt;Ah ma house in AMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i will not wear.&lt;br /&gt;A fake smile&lt;br /&gt;A pantyhose&lt;br /&gt;Ladies' perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 170) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Spendthrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy. Hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 biggest JOYS.&lt;br /&gt;Gong Jiao / CHS&lt;br /&gt;0604 NY pae&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 favourite toys.&lt;br /&gt;iPod&lt;br /&gt;My 4 bowling balls.&lt;br /&gt;Green guitar from Limwwei and Shufen. (Its a lighter, but it hasnt light up even once, so i think its a real guitar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;Boonliang&lt;br /&gt;Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Ang Xin Xiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;stay cool people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115203327226811878?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115203327226811878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115203327226811878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-rock-so-much.html' title='This rock so much.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115198991111623553</id><published>2006-07-04T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:11:51.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.25 on the train back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/doors2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/doors2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11.25 on the train back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy went crying to his mum,&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a day off from school.&lt;br /&gt;He seemed petrified by school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor O 'mummy loves her son.&lt;br /&gt;"School is good for you, my dear."&lt;br /&gt;He cried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across them,&lt;br /&gt;It was him.&lt;br /&gt;Donned in the milo-brown of NYJC.&lt;br /&gt;Plugged into his iPod,&lt;br /&gt;But clearly disturbed by the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him.&lt;br /&gt;Hair's messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Droopy- eyed.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Overweight like Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me its stress from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realised exams are officially over.&lt;br /&gt;And to the humidity,&lt;br /&gt;He fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of highs and lows. Certainly, its one of the lowest periods of late. Many questions to ponder upon. Like how did the World Cup ended up this way? Why am i going to do to the pile of notes stacked up on the corner of my desk? Who to love? Who to hate? Who to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Who to fuck off? This sucks. And most JCs have already finished their block tests/common test/mid years except for SAJC i think. Good luck to those in SAJC! Saw Lao Liu yesterday, so glad to have met him. He said i look ciao cui. Wa lao. Just lack of sleep la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant type properly la sian. I'm better off sleeping my afternoon away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115198991111623553?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115198991111623553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115198991111623553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/1125-on-train-back-home.html' title='11.25 on the train back home.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115183097174565097</id><published>2006-07-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:35:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the best would fall sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/worldcup5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/worldcup5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Bye Bye Brazil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jeffrey Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the referee blew the final whistle, we all knew what just happened. Its the biggest sporting upset of the year, and certainly, the biggest shock of the world cup. Brazil got eliminated at the quarter finals by France. I switched off the tele, cos i wouldnt be able to bear the tears of sorrow of Brazilians, really cannot. Their defeat to France hit so hard, i wonder where would their iconic smiles fade to. And more crucially, what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup is over in many sense. The best teams in the world are not in the fight for glory, namely the likes of Argentina, England and Brazil. There is no point in watching the world cup, for the winner would certainly be one lacking of true class and distinction and flair. "This is where legends are born." What a brave statement indeed. Just look at the remaining teams. A very young and gutsy Germany, capable of attacking and defending well. Their long ball style is a bore to watch sometimes. A youthful and promising Italian team, whose talents are undoubted. Their tendency and awesome skills at diving are unmatched too. Portugal are probably the ones playing with every trick in the book, except the one on fair play. Lastly France, a 'national' team made of migrants, who speak french in return for money. The World Cup is over. Its the amatuer event of the year. Olympic soccer's much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, ask who are the best in the world, no one in the right mind would say France. No one would say Italy or Germany or Portugal. The world cup is no longer a yardstick of success, for the best dont win the cup. Then we wonder the 3 teams of Brazil, England, Argentina, what the fuck happened? Brazil's blessed with a super large pool of talent. This team this year was reckoned to be the most talented one in half a century, and arguably the most talented of all time. Dida, Lucio, Roberto Carlos, Cafu, Emerson, Ze Roberto, Kaka, Adriano, Ronaldo, Robinho, Juninho Pernambucano, Fred, Cicinho, Giberto Silva and world player of the year, Ronaldinho, just to name a few. How can they NOT win the cup? The coach sucks? Truly. Same case for England and Argentina. Both coaches were blessed with immensely talented sqauds only to waste it away due to their incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know who's the best in the world, hence theres no point in catching the rest of the matches anymore. Cos Brazil wont be winning. I'm gunning for Germany with Ballack and Co. to win the world cup. They look the most deserving amongst the few left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i set off in permanent depression over this damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt; year of unlucky events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115183097174565097?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115183097174565097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115183097174565097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/even-best-would-fall-sometimes.html' title='Even the best would fall sometimes.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115173731262360921</id><published>2006-07-01T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:07:05.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hello, you wanna eat McDonalds?!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC01514.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/DSC01514.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good saturday morning.&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;World Cup action is back! Its the quarter finals. Two teams had already booked their passage to the semis, in the shape of Italy and Germany. With Brazil no playing yesterday, i had to support another team for the day. Yes i chose Germany to support, cos being a Brazil fan grants me the right to support any team playing Argentina. Haha. We were all at Jeffrey's house, all 8 of us. Zhuang Yong , Gedeon and Me being the Germany-for-the-day fan, while Kenneth was Germany-all-the-way fan. The rest being Argentina fans. What promised to be a great match turned out to be damn bloody boring. Both sides didnt want to open up and attack. In the end, both team scored with headers. Roberto Ayala scored for Argentina and Miroslav Klose scored for Germany. It went to penalties and Germany emerged winners. Haha. It was actually down to tactical errors made by Jose Pekerman, the Argentine coach. He brought off Riquelme and Crespo and brought on Cambiasso, sacrificing attack for defense. So come penalties, they didnt had good shooters to finish the job, while Germany had Ballack, Neuville, and  Podolski to count on. Jens Lehmann was particularly good, since what he came his way was some lousy finishing from lousy finishers. Crespo and Riquelme would have certainly helped. Saviola and Messi would have helped too. Imagine the Argentinian support being silenced and Germany's supporters punching the air in delight after Lehmann made the second save. Hahaha. Brazil playing tonight, and duly should win. I reckoned only 2 teams would have a chance against Brazil this year. The defeated Argentina and the England team if they go 100%. Only England stands between Brazil and the World Cup. Emiko said Germany would whoop Brazil's ass in the finals. I dont think so. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, which was when all the fun began. We were trying to fall asleep, thinking of ways to kill sleeplessness. In the end, we prank called everyone. It was damn hilarious. Now we know what, the IMBA 10 A1s gong jiao top scorer, is capable of. Gedeon. His prank calling skills certainly as good as his O levels. Luckily i saved MY friends from the pranks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this is my milestone 100th post on this excellent blog. Lol. I wanna make this dedication to my friends. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/class%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/class%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly everything from Gong Jiao. From Samuel Ong to Bryan Wong. This is the best school ever. From Gedeon Lim to Kevin Teo too. Hahaha.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/DSC05597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/DSC05597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best class ever. 0604 PAE. -Sighs-.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E98.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these two would be jealous of the rest if i dont put them here. Yeah rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&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;Damn it i'm damn tired. Thats probably why i'm doing all these stupid things. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115173731262360921?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115173731262360921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115173731262360921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-you-wanna-eat-mcdonalds.html' title='&quot;Hello, you wanna eat McDonalds?!&quot;'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115150281527373559</id><published>2006-06-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:16:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pens and pencils.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E17.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E17.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the dreadful mid years are over, at least they are in nanyang. All is nothing but bleak. And after yesterday's econs and today's geog, i'll just fail everything, if nothing goes wrong. Haha. I'll pray hard i'll pass the minimum criteria of 2 H2s and 1 H1, provided i get a fat stroke of luck. People! How was mid years?? Tell me your story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blame the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. As everything start falling back into place once again, lets just look at how beautiful this world still is. The trees are green. Milo still tastes great. Brazil's still the SAMBA kings. What a wonderful world. Time to take a break from the hustle of the exams. Catch up either some sleep or some world cup action. Note, its EITHER, OR. Nonetheless, the post-exams period is here. Catch it and enjoy it before the ghost of promos comes haunting us again.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/_I2P3877.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/_I2P3877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This man. 15 goals in world cup tournaments makes him the top scorer of all time. Just 5 minutes into the Ghana match, Ronaldo smashed the record with a simple stepover with his right Banana-themed Mercurial Vapour boot, rounded the keeper, then tapped the ball into the empty net. Simply, worldclass. All Gerd Muller could do to defend his record, was to applause in admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read The Newpaper if you ever need to see some praise for Brazil. Ghana was quite stupid to play that kind of defence against Brazil. Though they played really well with their build up play. They were called the Brazil of Africa, rightfully so i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil's famous magic quartet of Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Kaka and Adriano had so far fail to operate effectively from what i can see. Indeed, they are star players who need no instructions on how to score a goal or do a stepover. But when the coach puts the star man of Real Madrid, Barcelona, A.C. Milan, and Inter Milan all cramped into a frontline, would it really work? So far, no. And Ronaldinho had left so much to be desired of him. Anyone who'd never watched a Barcelona match wouldnt know he's the best in the world, not from this world cup so far. Quarter finals are left with all the BIG teams from Europe and South America. No surprises this year. Interesting matchup between Brazil and France. Haha. Brazil havent lost a world cup match, in fact have won all, since they lost to France in the finals of 1998. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo wants to join Real Madrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep thursday away and wake up on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess whats Brazilians' second favourite activity? Sex? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Omg look at them. Dont blame Ronaldo nor Kaka.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/_O7E1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/_O7E1167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap off the 99th entry of this great blog, i shall quote Bryan Wong, President of the TPJC student council(thats how councilors intro themselves right?). This was a poem writen by him during the gong jiao days. It just struck me of the fun times we shared in gong jiao. Its just a short love prose. To all my friends out there, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is like peeing in your pants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not everyone can see it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but only you can feel the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115150281527373559?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115150281527373559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115150281527373559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/pens-and-pencils_28.html' title='Pens and pencils.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115130287177370141</id><published>2006-06-26T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:25:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When studying is not enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E48.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/IMG06%7E48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need luck too.&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;Internet connection was quite screwed up these few days. Perhaps it was destined for me to study. Its back up again anyway, timely for an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup snippets first yes? Okay. Not that i stayed up and watched, yesterday's and this morning's matches had boring scorelines, both finishing 1-0. England was once again a massive let down. Beckham the hero of the match i guess. The Newpaper had a picture of him vomitting la. Wth. Brilliant job well done by the REAL MADRID man. Then the more promising match in prospects, Netherlands V Portugal. What a fiery encounter between them. 16 yellow cards and 4 red cards. If you do the math, thats like 16+4=20. So its like excluding the goalies, all the outfield players got booked/sent off. Should have watched. Cristiano Ronaldo cried like a baby when he was tackled la wth.  I've always wanted Netherlands to go far in the tournament with the team they had this year, but sadly, they were beaten 1-0 by Portugal. So its Portugal V England next. Euro 2004 repeat haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Math exam today. Okay i guess i'm not the only person who was not prepared. Hahaha. Damn funny. Like no one's in the mood to study nor do well for the exams. I've regreted seriously. I've regreted not loading games into my GC.  Two hours doing 4 out 10 questions was a bit too much, could have burnt an entire hour off if i had loaded games into my GC. I'll need a big slice of luck to do decently for mid years. I know it. I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wtf. Why do we need to attend morning assembly on exam days? Our earliest paper dont start before 8 in the morning. Stupid school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard everyone! Mug your guts out!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115130287177370141?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115130287177370141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115130287177370141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-studying-is-not-enough.html' title='When studying is not enough.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115106716295565793</id><published>2006-06-23T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:52:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He, who ate the pies, scored the goals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/xin_56060323073764921571.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/xin_56060323073764921571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo &gt; Pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Pele's one of the best player ever to grace the football grass, Ronaldo should be up there with him as well. Whats with the banana boots anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i never sleep before the match la. I tried, but couldnt really focus on sleeping. 3 a.m. soon came upon all of us watching the match in the island called Singapore. For Brazil, it was more than just a redundant game. I saw their drive. They had task to accomplish. They had to convince, i would say, since they've really been under par thus far in the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho was quite dazzling with his footwork and runs and passes. Cicinho really showed his potential as a long term replacement for Cafu down the right side of defense. Juninho Pernambucano was simply magical as usual. Like the commentator said, "He's the best player in the world to sit on a national team bench." Ronaldo was really quite astonishing. He was quite solid with his one touch passes and little bit of dribbling. Oh yes he scored two goals by the way. Two Ronaldo goals. Like they say, the rest is HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've missed the match, you missed out on something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the match, forced a short wink before leaving for MID YEARS!! Oh yes. It was GP today. Feeling super sleepy and hungry, the rain had to rub it in. Made me feel sleepier. Okay those banking on sports topics to come out, really can go and die. Cos nothing came out for sports. Dont have to look far, Phyllis and Justina just died to GP, just to name a few. Hahaha. Did my education stuff. On a sidenote, the two guys behind me really damn wrong. Talk damn loud, then talk rubbish about the education topic. And i sense a tinge of cockiness and show offing from them too la. Noisy, stupid fags. Never see who's seated infront of them. The IMBA A1 class leh. Compre was damn wrong la. Two passages all about male vanity, gays, straights. Lots of words like "well muscled and sexually potent" and "no longer stiff and upright, but sinuous and beautiful when it moves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the exam, went J8 pastamania with the rockers Phyllis and Shuen Lin. Then went Häagen-Dazs for icecream. Then sit there and talked for a good hour plus. Just talk and talk about random stuff. Saw Steiner before leaving. He looks sexy with the soccer ball in hand. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/ronaldo_60756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/ronaldo_60756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite pleased to hear from so many Ronaldo fans in school. Like Justina and Sarah both stayed up to watch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he looks like a fag sometimes. Hahaha. And Kaka could hardly contain him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall entertain myself with my current playlist favourites, Dixie Chicks. I'm turning country! And Rascal Flatts also quite nice. The wreckers also nice. Though not country, more like Inde Rock, Aqualung's "Jethro Tull" and "Brighter Than Sunshine" are also good music. Yes check them out if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115106716295565793?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115106716295565793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115106716295565793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/he-who-ate-pies-scored-goals.html' title='He, who ate the pies, scored the goals.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115091123301543845</id><published>2006-06-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:40:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ate all the pies?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/ronaldo_dc205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/ronaldo_dc205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form is temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Class is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets believe in him.&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;Down the tunnel, a beautiful game lies ahead. A game of that embodies true sportsmanship; genuine passion for the game. Once out, the cheers are deafening, literally. The players line for their national anthems, and then the friendly gesture of hand shaking. Then the whistle goes. Kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final whistle. Results were secondary. It was the performance that counted. The better team won, incontestably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question, it was another under-par performance from  world champion Brazil. Though, every result of the under peformance of the 'Magic Quartet', was made up for by the gutsy defence by the Brazilians. It is now, the meanest defence in the world cup, if statistics are anything to go by. Ze Roberto was easily the best player on the pitch doing the 'ugly' job of defending. Lucio and Juan hardly were at times unbeatable, and against the Aussies, committed a combined total of zero fouls through out the match. Quite a number for centrebacks. The two wing backs, combined age of 70 and combined caps of 270, look restless running up and down the flanks. And when all else fails, there is Dida to save them from hell. With the 'Magic Quartet' grabbing all the attention, one thing is for sure. There are, by the way, 7 more Brazilians on the pitch playing their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/nokia-n73-front-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/nokia-n73-front-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something to die saving up for. I want this nokia N73. No one's gonna buy this phone. Cos i'm buying. I dont care haha. No one is gonna have the same phone as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new watch!! FHM really not bad, can let you drool over the watches. I want Tag Heuer Monaco Vintage. $4888 only. I think if i save up or something...... The closest i'll ever get to wearing one is probably wearing a replica, in other words, a fake. To think of it, i was OFFERED a chance to have the real one last year. Then i asked for the sum of cash instead, which then i ended up with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i really want a watch. Need not be Tag. Can be Casio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog's like a breath of fresh air dont you feel so? Thanks to my total revamp la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juventus going to Seria B. Muahahaha. Match fix la. Fucking Italians and Mafias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like the man says, "the rich are different from you and me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kai Yang, you are living in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115091123301543845?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115091123301543845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115091123301543845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-ate-all-pies.html' title='Who ate all the pies?!'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115085855614639165</id><published>2006-06-21T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:55:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its about how sexy you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E42.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E42.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;100 sexiest women in the world! I must say, the "in the world" tag really is, not accurate. Cos i dont see why Steph Song is number ONE in the world. Haha okay. Britney Spears is still in the charts, at the lowly 96 though. And if you've watch Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, you would have noticed the female lead, Hannah Verboom. Yeah i love her, ranked 98th in the world. Ridiculously, i see Celest Chong's name and picture too. Wonder if she voted for herself or something. Margaret Lee is also included, the top heavy mediacorp artiste, is also included. She ranks above the likes of Shu Qi at 61st, with those butt cheeks hanging on her torso. Then there's Amanda Ling of Electico ranked 49th, while Maria Sharapova came in at 52nd. WTH la. Then of course the usual Halle Berry. Then hot mum, Wong Li-Lin at no. 13. 5th is Eva Longoria, the most desperate of housewives i would say. Then check this out, Linda Liao came in 2nd. Wtf. The Chinese MTV VJ came in 2nd! And last but certainly not least, Steph Song, the champion this year. Steph Song looks stunning. Sharapova is ranked 52nd. Wth man. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been in here for quite some time i guess. Haha. Past few days have been just studying and rotting at home la. Really, Mid Years really irks me. And to have the world cup going on simultaneously, its really hard not to stray off the studying plans. Fuck. They should really follow the policy of Gong Jiao and take mid years away. Its just fucking redundant to study so hard now, when we'll just forget every damn thing come promos. Then we mug and fail and get retained. Do something like finish the damn syllabus, then let us revise earlier or something. Its just damn stupid. You cant help it when you're in a school who consistently lose to YJC in terms of A level results. And having a rubbish principal wont do the school any damn good. Therefore i worry for my A levels. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite hard to really show your anger verbally without swearing, dont you think so? Like someone so dumb and ignorant trying to push me around. Fuck you. Then to complain like a girl to my mum, that is so damn bloody moron. NS deferment, i can do myself. Can? I screwed up the online thingy, i can call CMPB. Fuck. Who in the bloody hell do you think you are, bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to type already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115085855614639165?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115085855614639165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115085855614639165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-about-how-sexy-you-are.html' title='Its about how sexy you are.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115047645601718334</id><published>2006-06-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:47:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extravagance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E55.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;I swear its the best Japanese Restaurant you'll ever lay your slimy taste buds on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading a humble life in exile and barely surviving on a junk food/instant noodles diet for the past few days, i thought the change was for good. Yeah, until today. Breakfast was still quite crappy, like bread and my favourite drink, Milo. Then came lunch, merely 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bowling team lunch at Suntec's Marche. Not everyone came, but still, it was quite fun having lunch with the bowlers, likely the final prevailing batch of school team bowlers. What a title to live up to, haha. Yeap, bowling's not gonna appear anytime soon in NYJC i guess. Not in the the spell of rule under dictatorship of Kwek at least. His plan of concentrating the numbers and exterminating us once and for all, being a dumb carbon copy, bore striking resemblance to the Nazi Holocaust. Never mind the number of Jews that died, they never in matter anyway. We all know how the War ended. Hitler was defeated. Kwek's brand of phony democracy and malicious liberty shall end one day. We shall live to see bowling thrive in NYJC again(Not like i give a fuck about NY anyway). The schools gonna be RICH next year, cos they've shut down bowling and YES, vandalise all the damn tables so that they'll get us new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went CSC to watch Samuel, Mindy and Yuanhan bowl. Yuahhan wore his wrist support the wrong way la. And no one corrected him until i saw. Only a truly great bowler would spot such a glaring, yet unknowing problem. Thanks to my profound understanding of the game called bowling, i was able to save Yuanhan from the dangerous act of malpractice, which could lead to drastic consequences such as death. So he owes me a meal cos i'm his savior. Hahaha. "Kaiyang Returns". Okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to town to meet my family for family dinner at this hotel Mirana or something like that along Havelock Road. Not really a fantastic hotel, perhaps 3-4 stars? Yet the Japanese food at the Jap restaurant was like totally exquisite. A class act i would say. Its buffet kind of thing, which means eat all u can. But its the a la carte ordering style. So they'll prepare after you order. All for $30 ++. Save 2 Sakae meals, go to heaven instead. Alone, i finished 3 mixed Sashimi sets amongst many others. Each set is like ALOT i swear. The Sashimi all damn fresh, the colour and the taste. Got salmon, tuna, yellowtail, and check this out, the heavenly swordfish. Swordfish leh. It would not even make it to regular restaurants' menu la. And its served for buffet in here. WTF. Their 'air flown from Japan' icecream was also rich and savory to say the least. The green tea one is totally imba. And the black sesame one was a really good change of pace from the usual chocolate crap. The best meal i had this year in terms of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i enjoyed the food, i really missed the company of good friends. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a sidenote, i didnt pay a cent for both of the meals. Thank my mum and Mrs Oh for the treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's down with sickness. Be it flu, cough, AIDS or other acute diseases, nothing hits as hard as the world cup fever. Seriously, people whom i've never deemed a soocer fan is suddenly worshipping soccer. Talk of how Dwight Yorke got his balls busted by Steven Gerrard is probably more hip than say, econs. Its suddenly cool and essential to do things the soccer way. Staying up and watching soccer matches are cool. Gossiping about how hot Kaka is, despite the fact that Ahn Jung Hwan is way hotter than Kaka, is also quite cool. I mean, world cup's got a amatuerish tag to it nowadays. No one gave a shit about how well Real Madrid was doing in the la liga in this part of the world. Or how Barcelona won the La Liga with their fluke season this year. Yeah they know about David "goldenballs" Beckham. They didnt know he created the most scoring chances in the La Liga this season, nor how magical is Robinho and Sergio Ramos were for Real Madrid. And waking to watch every bloody boring group match is totally a waste of time. Like Ecuador got in. How challenging it is to teams like England, Brazil, Argentina to qualify from the group stages? Not that tempting to me i would say. And to watch Croatia park a bus infront of goal against the mighty brazil was totally a plain torture to watch. So much of JOGA BONITO ads from Nike of late, where is the god damn beauty of the game? World Cup? I dont think so. GO BRAZIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Singapore 2010, even least likely than me passing math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One full week before mid years officially kick starts. I'm so totally screwed, thats all i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"But you don't even know I'm alive&lt;br /&gt; Baby to you, all I am&lt;br /&gt; Is the invisible man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Man- 98 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115047645601718334?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115047645601718334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115047645601718334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/extravagance.html' title='Extravagance.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115038455843929685</id><published>2006-06-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:21:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那个疯狂的人.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E48.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Picture"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;Kid Rock&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Sheryl Crow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Livin' my life in a slow hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different girl every night at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wish I had a good girl to miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and cried today&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away, sat down and cried today&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you, while I'm lyin next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sherly Crow]&lt;br /&gt;I called you last night in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows but they wont tell&lt;br /&gt;But their half hearted smiles tell me&lt;br /&gt;Somethin' just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I been waitin' on you for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put your picture away&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you been&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I put your picture away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him&lt;br /&gt;I saw ya yesterday with an old friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was the same ole same "how have you been"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since you been gone my worlds been dark &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You reminded me of brighter days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sheryl Crow]&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you were comin' home to stay&lt;br /&gt;I was headed to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Rock]&lt;br /&gt;I was off to drink you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought about you for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why we're living life this way&lt;br /&gt;I found your picture today&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll change my ways&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I want you to come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found your picture today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll change my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say I want you to come back home&lt;br /&gt;I just called to say, I love you come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what a lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, these few days have been mundane to say the least. I've been into exile la. No computer. No internet. No radio. No socializing. Plain isolation. I'm resorting to such drastic measures to really get the mid years revision going. Haha. So far, econs was fruitful. 3 lectures in 1 day, well known as the 3 in 1 policy. Haha. The rest havent start yet. Mid years are totally screwed i tell you. Like totally. H2 geog's gonna blow my mind away surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course the World Cup fever is here. Just look at Huiyen's blog. Wtf man. Currently the not-so-exciting group stages. I'll give most matches a skip. However, i've been staying up/waking early to catch several nations in action. Like England, Germany, Spain, and ... BRAZIL. England's overhyped as usual, with Rooney's right foot more important than team news. Like wtf. Germany doing well with exciting performances as the host nation of course. Then there is Spain's match last night against Ukraine and Mr Shevchenko. 4-0 thumping of Ukraine. Hahaha. What a match that was la. Exciting attacking football by Spain. Raul is hot. Fernando Torres looks like a fag and flop, but scored a beauty. Shevchenko can go bite some world cup dust with the Ukrainians, so much for being the latest Chelsea hitman, he wont be having a world cup medal in his collection. Lastly Brazil. A little disappointing of a performance against Croatia. Fair play to Croatia, they were well organised and played some good defence. Brazil wasnt at their best. There were occasional moments of magic of course, though nothing much other than the Kaka goal was worth celebrating. On a side note, fuck whatever bloody tabloid or newspaper that criticises Ronaldo and all that overweight thing. Fuck all that. Fatty's gonna make them eat their words i'm sure. One more goal to beat Pele's scoring record. His name is Ronaldo. Brazil's won their 8th consecutive world cup match. They were 100% in 2002. Cafu's the only player, ever, to take part in 4 world cups. That is 16 years. Wtf. And France, haha, havent scored since they lifted the trophy in 1998. 2 world cups ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E31.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E31.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis misses herself, albeit appearing here, but isnt it strange to miss yourself. Wth. Here is your picture, and a very interesting one too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh your options properly, and have a clear and simple mind. Just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My body yearns for you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to devour every inch of you&lt;br /&gt;Chills run through my body just imaging the sounds from you&lt;br /&gt;Licking my lips hoping to get a taste of you&lt;br /&gt;You make me squirm just touching you&lt;br /&gt;Just the very sight of you …&lt;br /&gt;Oh god you know I’m through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(black's too depressing, so i got the white one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E54.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "since I got tagged"  by Limwwei, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the game is to list 9 qualities you would like to see in your lover and their gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEMALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Real.&lt;br /&gt;2) Simple.&lt;br /&gt;3) Humourous.&lt;br /&gt;4) Feminine.&lt;br /&gt;5) Good cook.&lt;br /&gt;6) Bilingual.&lt;br /&gt;7) Megawatt smile.&lt;br /&gt;8) Long sexy hair, on the head please.&lt;br /&gt;9) Two sexy, engaging, round........ eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people to do this: To every reader in here, if u feel like it, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-115038455843929685?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115038455843929685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115038455843929685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='那个疯狂的人.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-115004427016369959</id><published>2006-06-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:44:32.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll fly you to the moon and back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E37.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon shines on borrowed light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you havent know.&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;I'm finally back home from Johor Bahru, Malaysia. So much happened these few days. I'm gonna blog, so here i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday of course had the much anticipated bbq session for the 0604 PAE class. Erm details, can refer to either Limwwei's blog, Huiyen's blog, or Jiawei's blog. The bbq was great la. Met Shufen, Aprie, Limwwei, Wanqi, Kevin. Yeap those who left NYJC already. Words cant put forth how much i miss you all since you guys left. To meet u all again was really nice, and that heartfelt warmth for you guys is truly amazing. I had fun, hope the rest had too. Gotta thank James for everything too. The man from the BBQ club. Haha. I wasnt too bad at loafing around and eating and playing cards too i guess. I love 0604!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei : "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and kai yang did nothing..... great... and he was known to be the man of ex-CT0604..... wat a man..... haha~~~~&lt;/span&gt;" In your favourite green colour, haha. Ya, i guess you arnt very much a critic qualified enough to criticise about my manhood yourself. Okay not manhood down there, but, you know what i mean. Dont discredit what i've done for the bbq. God damn. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;whee!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;", doing it in typical Jiawei fashion, i'm done tackling claims that i've done nothing for the bbq. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;haha~~~&lt;/span&gt;" no offence, hahhaha, but i reckon (s)he's gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt; about me on his blog after he reads this la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, who cares. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, fast forward a little bit. I went to Malaysia alone. As in the trip there was alone, cos my mum left with the rest first so i could catch a few hours of sleep after tonning at Martin's house. Trashed him at Fifa 2006 though it was my first time playing. Not my point really. Haha. So i typically took a cab to the woodlands causeway. The queue was quite long, but it was fast getting through the customs. Singaporeans being Singaporeans, they had to rush for every damn thing. Even leaving the country. So this small kid was pushed and nearly fell down the escalator. Wtf.  Then the Malaysia customs were truly stunning. Its totally like 10 years ago. No joke. That pungent smell of the sewers, that humid queue area and of course, those illegal drivers would would send you pass the customs in their car at the fee of 10 smelly ringgit. I mean, the customs are like the doorway to your bloody country eh and they made it feel like some third world junk. Fuck man. Next time i take a plane. Though the customs' officer quite pretty(and friendly). Haha. Prettier than those fat-bottomed, unfriendly Singapore ones. Shopping was bad, at least for me. And yeah, Malaysians look weird. Another BBQ at night. Damn it nice. The Tiger Prawns were damn good. So yeah, a piece of useful advice next time 0604. Caught England's match. It was damn it disappointing la. Nearly bore me to sleep. England will never win shit with that kind of performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back after a long day in JB. On a sidenote, my uncle damn zai la. He broke his record la. He had 7000+ ringgit for the day. He's owns a salon btw. And his popularity is shocking man. Can see the Jantzen(spell?) and Jean Yip no business one. Starkingly contrasting cos they are all side by side, my uncle's full house. He's that good okay. He's just too busy to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed Limwwei's stuff. And i'm totally worn out cos of the recent lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks a new start man. I'll have my 30 gb, BLACK,  sexy, and tempting Ipod delivered right to my doorstep. Be jealous people. The days of hiding my pathetic Creative MuVo from your views are over! The days of having to resort to pathetic radio stations for music are over! The days of humbling myself to the low-life of using AAA batteries are over! I have an Ipod, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i havent start for Mid Years.&lt;br /&gt;And i know i'm quite dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying out of fear is not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-115004427016369959?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115004427016369959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/115004427016369959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-fly-you-to-moon-and-back.html' title='I&apos;ll fly you to the moon and back.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114975150270183362</id><published>2006-06-08T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:37:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see no bravery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/56355789@N00/show/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; is updated! So check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. Following up on yesterday's short entry, i had lunch with Phyllis and Shuenlin and James at Din Tai Fung at Junction 8. Ate the usual stuff, like the fried rice and the xiao long bao. Haha. Good food and good company, a good break from THEIR hectic mugging schedules. Then we went wandering around J8 before we went Swensens for desert. Thanks Shuenlin for the treat! Haha. Then they went off to shop and i left for Tampines. Actually wanted to take train down, which would take a whopping 40 mins. So i took cab down. The cab had two issues of FHMs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jeffrey and Bryan and Kenneth to find that the Kbox at Tampines closed already. Fuck. Determined, we took cab down to the nearest alternative, at Parkway. Cool. We sang there. I must say the system sucked there la. Damn it. Heck, we still had some good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at around 9 for Khatib cos Jeffrey wanted to collect his balls from Sam's house. Then we went to eat at the new coffeeshop at Khatib. The IMBA one with every stall boasting newspaper cut-outs. Haha. The 4th coffeeshop at Khatib Central. Then out of the blue, we agreed on bowling at Yishun Safra. So sneaked back home, took my shoes and sneaked out. Time check: 2340 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was quite fun. Watching Bryan bowl is like damn entertaining. Cos sometimes he's quite good, then once in a while he makes a fool out of himself. Kenneth is constantly struggling in the mediocre last position. That was until the last game, when he got lucky. Ooh during the last game, we had a bowlers vs debaters game. Well the bowlers won la. But debaters did not do too badly too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E35.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E35.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then walked home, to find out there were buses until one plus. Wow these road workers work during these unearthly hours. Omg.&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;I wont lie. I havent read a single word for Mid Years. I have a big pile of notes beside me. And one big ring file of notes under my table. NONE of which i've studied. Its the holidays la damn. I dont see why i have to study HARDER than say, a normal school day. The system is seriously fucked. Jeffrey said he's gonna fail his mid years. Bryan's got alot to catch up according to president himself. Kenneth claims he's got nothing to study. He claims to be in VJC soccer and also he'd landed himself with a recording deal. Ya, so much for his claims. Haha. Matter of factly, we all havent been having mid years for the entire life. CHS didnt have mid years. We're not used to having mid years. So there's some getting used to first before i'll even sit down to START studying, not to mention the word MUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck mid years. fuck Nanyang JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Harvey Norman just called. My Ipod that is in service has a big problem. The motherboard's screwed. So its like the CPU's screwed equivilant for a computer. So they offered a deal, which is to pay $120 for a new Ipod Video, which is the balance for fixing the old ipod and getting a new Ipod Video 30 gb. Muahaha. Hahahahaha. I am so bloody happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now should i get the black or white one?&lt;br /&gt;What a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114975150270183362?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114975150270183362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114975150270183362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-see-no-bravery.html' title='I see no bravery.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114965377552822456</id><published>2006-06-07T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:16:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E34.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E34.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words.&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;Time for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Birthday Bryan Wong!! Haha. Mr President. Welcome to the 17 club. Best wishes and may you find joy in your school and love life:) Haha. We went out to celebrate his birthday, on Monday with the usual people la. People like Marvin, Jing Jiat, Xin Xiang, Kenneth, Steiner, Luvis, Jeffrey, Zhuang Yong, Jeremy Chee and Wong himself. Haha. It was quite alright for Boonliang not to join us la, whatever important stuff that cropped up. Hahaha. Gedeon drank reservoir water, so he was sick. Haha. We ate Seoul Garden. Oh ya, saw Bryan Wong bowl la. Haha. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, stayed at home all day. Woke up late, like 1+, so studying plans fell through. Again. 2 more corporate trademarks to go haha. Well its definitely better than studying math. Seriously. At least i find more satisfaction from designing these logos then doing math. Wait, i havent been doing Math for some time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with an update later. Going out for lunch with Phyllis and Shuenlin at Din Tai Fung. Its time we rock. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/19388903-114965377552822456?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114965377552822456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114965377552822456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114935971210474900</id><published>2006-06-04T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:44:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a bad day. You turned it around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing what most girls would do with a camera and a mirror. Well at least they look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aesthetically fine&lt;/span&gt;.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start this post from Friday la. Friday was of course the last day of make-up lectures, which is really an excellent cause for celebration. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then of course there was the band concert, the Aureus Experentia XII. Justina told me that i'd regret going on that morning la. Wells, i think it was worthy of some praise for the band. Well the venue, Victoria Concert Hall, was quite a big pull factor(pardon my human geog terms). However it was quite a turn-off to see so many people dressing so unbefitting to the occasion. I thought they could have respected the prestige of the venue like Victoria Concert Hall, but well, just some personal comments. I'm no good dresser too. Also the audience was abit rowdy, since we all know the standard stuff like no shouting and stuff like that. Many came for this concert though. Saw Hyeimun and Daryl, which brought upon a good question. Where were kevinandhuiyen? Okay random. Had a red carpet entry, albeit a quite dirty one. The first few performances were truly boring to the nuts. Had an interval, then it was the exciting part. The Percussion Ensemble did a great job in bringing the level of excitement up eh, though their actions could do with better choreographing. Still good. Then 'beauty and the beast' was abit draggy la. Keep delaying the climax, well sounds wrong, but well its quite a nice love song to play. Then came my favourite part of the concert. Damn zai. Its called 'Hot Latin', basically a mash up of some household Latin music. Hehehe, agreed Phyllis, the 'Smooth' part totally made the day. Smooth -Senor Carlos Santana feat. Rob Thomas. Yeap that Grammy smash hit. Shuenlin would never understand what we were talking and singing about, hahaha. Then like hungry gluttons, we left VCH in a hurry to find some food. And guess what, we ended up at Glutton Bay  at The Esplanade. Food there as good as those at Chomp Chomp i guess. Then we went cab hunting cos James needed to rush home to play 'bomb'. We looked for one for like around 50 mins. So four of us shared cab, then went home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was sian. Had to wake up so early to go down to Lavender to update my Passport photo. The one on it was a Primary 4 photo la. I was told to update only just this year. What does that mean la?! Haha it was quite dumb. My mum insisted on accompanying me there, cos she thinks i'll lose my little red book. Then upon arriving, i realised i'm not the only big kid with a mummy around. So yeah, i love my mum. Haha. The wait was quite long, so i just talked to my mum about my JC life. She's always worrying too much. Haha now i love her even more. Quite fucked man, cos it took 2 bloody hours just to replace my damn photo. So much for a 'first-world' efficiency la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to some Hong Kong restaurant at Bugis. Absolutely great la. The Oyster Pasta was damn nice i thought. Then my mum went shopping while i joined Thomas at the PC show at Suntec. My mum's dirty little secret. She told me not to tell anyone she bought 4 pairs of shoes yesterday. Alright. PC show was bloody bloody crowded. Though not advisable, it was literally the paradise for pickpockets and erm, groppers. Haha. So beware alright. SD cards are really cheap. 1 gig ones going for like $44. And on showcase was the nokia N93. 3.2 mps cam with 3x OPTICAL zoom, with Carl Zeiss optics. Video recording is DVD quality. WTF. I probed the entire hall, but couldnt find a Sony Ericsson booth, so there goes my chance to see K800i. August i confirm wanna change phone. Muahha. N80 or K800i or N73. If i, like Limwwei, practice parsimony, maybe i can afford all three. Other than that, nothing much. PC show was more like a big sales rather than an exhibition of new stuff. Cos all of it are just low prices, and sales. Nothing new and catchy. No wait, how can i forget the Nokia girl who was promoting the N91. Wow she's looks absolutely bewitching and dazzling. Long hair, beautiful eyes, nice set of teeth, and a megawatt smile. Wow. And that N91 hung on her erm, hehe, quite big. As in N91, dont get me wrong. The girls from Logitech also quite hot. Nothing was as hot as the laptops on display though. A wide range of choices and they all look stunning. Their prices are lower than ever. So its a good time to invest ya. Maybe the class can get me one for birthday next year? And all i bought, was a Java Chip. Sounds pro? Haha. $6.90 from starbucks, u noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Ahma house. My dad came back from Malaysia at last man. I miss him so much. And he was at the PC show, but i never met him. Wth la. Glad that ahma's rocking good as ever. Still can talk to me about world cup la not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home then talked to Limwwei and Shufen. Wow Shufen's online. Like once in a blue moon kinda thing, but yes. Damn cool, cos they made my day. I told them i was smiling so hard to my screen la. Quite happy, cos i managed to convince Limwwei to turn up for the BBQ this Friday. Haha. I'll have to complete HER corporate trademark design assignment then. Haha. Basically design logos la. 5 of it man. Its easier said than done i guess. I've got work to do hahaha. Actually its the other way. She asked for help ,which i agreed to, then in return i asked for her to turn up. I'm like the KINDEST man in the whole damn world la. Hahaha. Dont feel bad la Limwwei, thats what friends are for. Then astonishingly, the swensens' gang appeared on MSN. Me, Shufen, Limwwei and kevinandhuiyen. Wow man. That feeling, though just a web convo, felt so so so close to heart. I dunno, but i'm missing each and every irreplaceable one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moody day i would say. And its troubling to have this kind of feeling from 'her'. 'her' not in the context of refering to a girl like how people would conceive 'her' to be. Its actually something else. Just know that its a female thats causing me distress. Again once a month, i feel totally destitude and also a tinge of insecurity as well. I dont have periods. Dont worry. Its really troubling. And i dont get it man. $100 for me could mean a tiffing off, but an Ipod Nano is fine for 'her'. Like WTF. Not sour grapes or what, just that... Sighs. She like 'dao' me while i deceitfully faked a goodbye wave. Well how i wish the fingers on the two sides never stood. Then i can act cute by waving with two hands. What a sudden rush it would have been. Who am i to get this shit from you la? Just as i thought i'm screwed for the day. God-blessed fortunately, i came home to have this bunch of friends to make my day. I'm really thankful. I cant stress how essential friends are in my life. Still remembered a few months back, a combination of Ashika+ Shufen moved me deeply la. Recall the 'two great friends' entry haha. They really moved me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm worrying too much. I'm probably just over-reacting in a third person view. That's whats worrying. I'm the third person. Oh god. And yea, im bloody excited over friday's bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-IF-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are just words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No affection or emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you cannot even manage words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let alone physical actions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sometimes wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I did the right thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I feel for the right person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the hearts had any sentiment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the song you named after me was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You confuse me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But all I get is a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;:   )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114935971210474900?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114935971210474900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114935971210474900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-bad-day-you-turned-it-around.html' title='I had a bad day. You turned it around.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114918087311380743</id><published>2006-06-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:54:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out. Its JUNE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E17.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/IMG06%7E17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing seemed all clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bags of joy came like a luxury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And went away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All too hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or are you still here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May them never be found again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caused way too much pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No gain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where our ardent hopes seem hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And our sweetest dreams seem shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This time of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. Time pass us by faster than we can ever imagine. Its almost 2006+ 0.5 already. Half of the year's gone. Alright its this time of the year again, when we all slow down and take a god damn look at what our lives are becoming to. If you've done well for your academics, good. If you've won a medal, good. If you've loved ur parents, good. If you've found your loved one, good. Unlikely, but if you're satisfied with your life, very good. If you havent been 'good', well..., i'm not alone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's getting 'emo'. Actually emo could mean so much. It could mean a simple affection. It could mean a passion. It could mean impulsiveness. I could mean moving. It could mean stirring, touching, pathetic, everything. To those who feel 'emo' now, go to sleep la. To those uncertain souls who are feeling the 'everything emo', well sorry. I cant help. But my friends, i'll be a good listening ear if you ever need one. Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stone infront of my messy desk, i wandered aimlessly into the unknown realms of the wonderful invention, called the COMPUTER. Found this application particularly catchy. Its called the Windows Movie Maker. Bearing the 'why-not' attitude, i gave it a try. Imported the song 'I dont wanna miss a thing' by Aerosmith into the audio part. Then i proceeded on to the ambiguous task of maving a movie. It lasted 3 scenes, approximately 37 seconds, before i gave up. Alright that was quite a pleasant experience. Cos i spent around 20 mins on it. I'll make something if i have the time and patience next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing what lesson i'm gonna pon tmr. My grades are deproving i think. And i dont feel right to study. Read Justina's blog and found out that people are leaving the college to poly, including a Mindy. So this misfit feeling isnt surreal eh? Seriously my life sucks now. Its getting better. I can see it. Then of course, how can it get worse? And about the class thing, i'm neutral to everything, now. I have my closer friends in class and some whom i dont hang around much with, in class or not. Its come to this that i'll just accept things for what it is. Of course i do wish that our class gets bonded "in the LR". Okay, long run. For the time being, i'll be friendly and nice to everyone like everyday(haha), but seriously i cant give a fuck about this thing already. Dont think its really within my powers to unite the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis, Shuenlin, Kailing, Eileen and Huixian. The lovely rocking bridges! Haha. We've finally completed our geog project ya. Thank you for tolerating my nonsense at times. Thanks for the hardwork these few days and yeah, good job. Lets reward ourselves with a Kbox outting soon yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's coming back. Dunno whether to laugh or cry. KU XIAO BU DE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quite different this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114918087311380743?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114918087311380743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114918087311380743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/06/check-it-out-its-june.html' title='Check it out. Its JUNE.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114909454423505804</id><published>2006-05-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:00:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And its not the good kind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG0%7E106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG0%7E106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if i could find the words to say it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i could find the perfect words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; those vowels, those consonants, are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Real"&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;Hoho. In the first emerging minutes of the month of June, i'm sitting here typing rubbish again. And if you're gonna read on, bear with it yea? Its 0023 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Ponned Math lecture so i had no school today. Actually wanted to go down to play soccer at Bishan, but i thought sleeping was more important, so i gladly slept until noon. Thus my never-appear for today's, or rather, yesterday's street soccer 'outting'. Ooh. I just bought a couple of stuff after a decent shopping trip, including a nice red hot Volcom tshirt. Woohoo. Nice stuff baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blog-hopping and realised there's lots of activity in the blogging scene of late. Of course we know its the holidays and people like me are too free to not update their blogs, but hey guys, i love reading ur blogs. So keep them updated. Bryan Wong havent update in a while, Mr President's too busy with his Pre-U Seminar and his gaga over erm -Ssssh-. Boonliang's updating all the time now. Quite nice. I think when u know people are reading ur entries, it gives u an incentive to blog often yeah? And Justina's blog coming alive again. Limwwei's always blogging everyday and thats nice, cos we can all learn new words everyday. Xinxiang's getting new boots. Jiawei's always depressed of late. Cheryl and her 'walk home alone' emo thingy and whats with changing blogskins 2 times in 2 days. Dont know why also. Perhaps i'm too free u wonder? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the Great Singapore Sales (GSS) is totally embracing my life. Not like i want it. Like flip open the papers, full of sales ads staring back at us. Turn on the radio, we'll hear those credit card to store tie-ups for the sales. Your friends are constantly shopping or talking about shopping. What so great about the GSS, when u are downright impoverished. Alright i wont be whining if i had the money haha. Hence, retail therapy works only under the circumstance that you're loaded like a machine gun. Erm ya, loaded like a machine gun. I'm as poor as an African now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuff to complete in the coming days. Like the geog game design project and some serious revision. Geog project is one major one, cos ITS GRADED. And we know how much grades count to promotion come end of the year. Actually its everything, but u know, attitude counts as well. Right now i probably have nothing. Oh Aureus Experentia Band Concert on Friday, which technically means its tomorrow. Wooo! Victoria Concert Hall too. I guess school halls are pretty much too big of a 'push factor' for all of us. Also there is the bbq for 0604 people, which is currently being planned. Looking forward to seeing them again. Each and every special one of you. I miss you like a mad mad mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wreckers(Michelle Branch and Jessica Harp) sound absolutely amazing. Should really check them out. Maybe i should search for their CD, "Stand Still, Look Pretty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I find myself shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then it hits me and I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even believe this is my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stand Still, Look Pretty - The Wreckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114909454423505804?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114909454423505804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114909454423505804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-its-not-good-kind.html' title='And its not the good kind.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114899878082266498</id><published>2006-05-30T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:24:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her hair reminds of a one safe place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't replace it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hard to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too hard to leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could I relive those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the one thing that would never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph- Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. I miss this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update in here. We're still having school this week in NYJC inspite of the calendar suggesting otherwise. So yeah, i've decided to take the 'holistic'(a new word i've learnt from GP today) approach to my holidays. I shall be naughty and pon all math lectures scheduled, whilst attending the rest of the subjects and other project work meetings. A good balance between sins and good deeds, which is a key emphasis in acheiving an enjoyable holiday, albeit essential in writing a good GP essay too. Anyhow, lessons are getting really dull. And the problem dont seem getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, i think NYJC is really fuck screwed up. Why do lecturers always leave blank spaces on their notes and make us copy shit? Then they always complain we copy slowly and they got not enough time. Then we end up with incomplete lecture notes. Wtf man. Just give us the complete set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random note,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;0604/pae people, listen up!! 13 of you !! We're planning a bbq at Shuenlin's condo, which is near school. Its tentatively set at next friday night. Furthur details to be confirmed.&lt;/span&gt; Leave a tag or sms if you're reading this ya? Dont make me sad and turn up okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not-so-sneakily sneaking out of GP lecture, i met up with Boonliang. Then met up with the rest at the new Cathay. Luvis, Marvin, Jingjiat, Kenneth, Gedeon all came to watch X-men 3. The movie full of action. Magneto moving the golden gate bridge to link alcatraz. Wth man. Wolverine is hot and powerful man. Not even the world-beating class 5 mutant, Jean Grey/Phoenix, can beat Mr Logan. Halle Berry looks way cool and hot too. Not to mention Kenneth's fetish for Rogue. And Boonliang's fantasy of stripping Mystique came true in the movie. Haha. Fun. Boonliang's blogging often now. Good. Keep it up man. I like to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read about the Yogyakarta quake. Its just quite sad to see the casualty toll keep going up, like 4000/5000. Nothing much i can do except to offer my prayers to these unfortunate ones. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what other people go through on the other ends of the world, i feel so pathetic just sitting here getting all upset over my life and whining about senseless; childish stuff. Life's about settled now in NY. Not that i like it, just that i'm starting to accept things as they are. Dont get me wrong. I'd love changes. It can only get better i suppose. How i wished to rewind the timeline, just watch the past few months playback. -Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love your mysterious ways and I'm craving this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm craving your touch, your presence, your warmth around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't explain it, this is what you do to me, deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your chaotic beauty gets to me, but you disagree and call me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you're right, sometimes I  think it's crazy to feel this way about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well I can be the one to hold you tight but release you when you ask to be free like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just don't want to drag this on if there's really no chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've fallen for you, but sometimes the one you fall for isn't ready to catch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well with every piece of my dying broken heart, I hope you will catch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I'll always be waiting here with open arms, waiting for you to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Saviour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114899878082266498?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114899878082266498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114899878082266498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/her-hair-reminds-of-one-safe-place.html' title='Her hair reminds of a one safe place.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114891507149841241</id><published>2006-05-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:04:31.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh yes i do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjaWFZmczxA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjaWFZmczxA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey inspiring stuff. Check it out. The Live performance featuring the late Anita Mui and David Tao. Totally inspiring. Nothing gets better than this man. Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone good job today okay. Phyllis, Kailing, Xiaobai and Eileen and Shuenlin. Good job. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &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/19388903-114891507149841241?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114891507149841241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114891507149841241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/oooh-yes-i-do.html' title='Oooh yes i do.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114883365342294062</id><published>2006-05-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:31:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I take a bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rock &lt;/span&gt;you.&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;Alright i'm back in here. Got miss me not? Haha. Anyways, nothing much have happened over the past few days of school la. Just some quick notes, i passed GP. Wow. 27/50. Passing mark being 22.5. Haha then had meet the parents. Erm people like to comment on how hot my mum is la. Haha. I'll thank you on her behalf. Now she thinks she's really hot. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today met up with Phyllis, Shuenlin, Eileen and Xiaobai to get started on our geog project. Jeannie tagged along too. Haha. Heard u having a mini-crisis too. Omg this sucks right? Bought our stuff, then down to pasta mania to settle lunch. Then they headed to my house to start work. Okay today's quite slack. Haha. I'm also quite lacklustre la. Said my house 'stylo milo' haha. Okay... Nothing much got done la, but i sure do like the game's idea. Apart from it being MY idea, its quite creative i think. We left at 6 after one full hour of slacking infront of the TV, on the 'nice sofa'. The bridges went home on bus. Then the rockers were on the seperate missions to town on cab. Phyllis meeting Jeannie, I was meeting Bryan, Kenneth and Jeffrey. Shuenlin meeting James so that she can go home with him. WTH. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG060%7E2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/IMG060%7E2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeffrey's fucking gay, so i think its really alright to post this picture. We had Swensens for dinner. Haha. Two words about our convo- "Damn Wrong". Haha. I love it man. Bryan Wong going gaga over some girl la. Eh best of luck okay. We wish you the best okay. And dont receive the 'best sister' card back. Lol.&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;Haha kaiyuan. Thanks dude. I dont care if u're reading this or not. Thanks for asking man. And the part of me being special. It was really nice of you. Enjoy ur stay in SRJC, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont be like me.&lt;/span&gt; See you soon friend. Justina thanks for the good talk too. Justina thinks i can speak, but i think i cant. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you all asked, my only reply was to talk about something else, trying a classic trick of changing topic. I dont know what to say really. Tell me what to say? I hate all this shit. I never chose for any of this shit to happen alright. Imagine how powerless we all were 10 years ago. What could i have done then? Absolutely nothing, but to cry for milk. Alright not that bad, but yeah, just helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I pause to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how lovely you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and your smile, perhaps so far&lt;br /&gt;and your lovely waves, perhaps just as far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as to stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want a new phone. Sian. N80's apparently got some camera glitches. Fuck. Though the 3 megapixels are zai, the clarity and picture quality is not as good as the N90, which is a 2 megapixel camera, albeit the Carl Zeiss lens la. But still, sighs. Everything else is good. Its a slider phone la. Looks way too cool to not buy it. Then again, i wont be utilising its immensely useful Symbian OS. So therefore i might settle for the yet-to-be-released k800i. The first cybershot-sony ericsson phone, following the footsteps of the successful walkman series from SE. Haha wtf la. Now i need to convince my mum. Haha. Maybe i should start saving up. James can teach me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You laugh when I revolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so I say it's like angels singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shrugging that aside, you absolved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and we had to go off on our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Home ahead of anything else all the time. I hardly have time for anything else. Can you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what if she's hot?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;rocking bridges&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114883365342294062?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114883365342294062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114883365342294062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-take-bow.html' title='I take a bow.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114870441013779360</id><published>2006-05-27T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:33:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a feeling in my soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHdKQ0_I4_w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHdKQ0_I4_w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Feel Better- Santana Feat. Steve Tyler of Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with a proper entry soon, so in the meanwhile, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114870441013779360?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114870441013779360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114870441013779360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-feeling-in-my-soul.html' title='what a feeling in my soul.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114847454413845564</id><published>2006-05-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:42:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant get up just yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;kaiyang --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A master blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on Emiko's blog. It says i'm a master blogger! Haha. I tried it again, then it said something along the lines of dancing with little or no clothes on. So i guess its RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a nice day. Took cab down to school, carrying my heavy bowling balls. Picked up Phyllis and Yanyi before heading to school. I'm nice right? Finally they get to hitch a ride, cos this morning CTE had no traffic congestion, unlike previous occasions. Haha. Actually i wont be taking cab to school like this in the future anymore. You know, bowling's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a fair share of lessons today before bowling. Econs lecture was quite fun. Sat with Kenneth, Jia Heng and Ah Fat and the rocking bridges. Damn funny la the 3 guys. They are the few i can crap with in school. Then the 4 of us were like discussing about getting retained this year. Haha. Damn happy la. I must blog about this, cos i havent got much talk with guys. Today had plenty of it. Woah damn happy. Then Phyllis also brought her HELLO PANDA. Koped a few. Wednesdays are picnic-days la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then math lecture. God damn. Math teacher sucks. Actually i've been damned with lousy math teachers all my life. They are really nice teachers, just that THEY CANT TEACH MATH. Lower sec had Ian "big cock" Chew. Then had Valerie Tan to prepare me for O levels. Haha. Then now got this bunch of crappy Math teachers in NY. Haha, luckily i never liked math. Then teacher shut me up just before lecture started. Woah. Its the same teacher that lectured us for Binomial Theorem. The one who led me writing a word on my lecture notes that caught the attention of Mr Adrian Tan. Haha. Then halfway through, the pussy came around and just said, "I've been noticing the two of you." I think she was refering to me and Phyllis. Wanted to argue with her actually, since we all know math teacher cant speak for nuts(maybe except Adrian Tan). But decided not to. I dont wanna be popular amongst the Math teachers la. I dont have the Math grades to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs tutorial was quite fun. Nandwani was quite worked up today. Keep changing venues cos of all the noise the construction near the school. Quite cool. Eileen kept playing with my small, hard and bouncy ball. Haha. Actually its Jeffrey's. Haha damn. School is actually quite fun SOMETIMES. Rocker Shuenlin is sick. Haha. Get well real soon yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling. Nothing much to write about la. I think VJC had done exceptionally well this year. So had Jeffrey Tan. I'm proud of him. Then saw a couple of familiar faces in the crowd. Gedeon and Bryan Lum was down to support Jeffrey. Haha. Then saw the CHS bowling team!! Wow. Saw a few familiar faces like Albert and a few cant-remember-their-names. They were like "JIAO LAO DA." Hilarious. Didnt catch a glimpse of William Kua, my beloved bowling coach for 4 years. Heard he's using a walking stick nowadays. Maybe he's just getting too old. Erm sighs. Wanted to hug Jansen cos it'll be my last time bowling with him. He didnt want to hug me la, cos he said he wants to bowl with me for the same team again. Omg touching. It'll be history. I havent bid goodbye to James. Must find an occasion to do so. I dont know how people rate his coaching, but i think he's been quite good, albeit his late coming and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i dragged my balls back to the neglected corner of my damn room, thoughts just rampaged through me. I guess they would be left there for quite some time. The feeling of giving up something which i've put in countless hours of blood, sweat and tears(and cash). I feel so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Time to concentrate on other things. Damn. Why must all these shit come at one go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days&lt;br /&gt;when i'll go home&lt;br /&gt;and start humming a harmonious song that i've learnt,&lt;br /&gt;it was a tune&lt;br /&gt;you’d never hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know i'm dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/19388903-114847454413845564?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114847454413845564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114847454413845564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-get-up-just-yet.html' title='i cant get up just yet.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114831260891016564</id><published>2006-05-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:47:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come please. I'm falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG0%7E107.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG0%7E107.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; LEGENDS PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, who rocks in heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Marshall be thy name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kings of Leon come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nirvana gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who on earth is zero-seven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give us Green Day or Radiohead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And forgive us for creating Busted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as we awe to the likes of Black Sabbath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And lead us not into pop music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but deliver us to distortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glastonbury is thy kingdom, feel power and the glory. For ever we’ll rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now we have our own tiles. No work of great art, but quite nice dont you think so? Nothing much to write now. Just in for a quickie. Okay sounds wrong, if you know what it means. I dont know whats with myself of late. I'm sleeping in lectures all the time. School's pretty much a chore. Hey, it wasnt like this alright. It wasnt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to boonliang, again. Haha. I have problems, problems that i've never faced in my life before. Is it me or is it the rest, i dont know. But if two years were to pass by just like that, then it'll be really sad. It just goes to show my life's full of bad decisions. Haha boonliang, we could have been the best crapping combi i agree. The word's COULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something. Something which i dont even know. Something that was around for quite a while. You see, nothing goes well without it. I cant bowl. I cant play. I cant study. I cant do shit. Just call me a fucking misfit alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;You've failed at life!&lt;br /&gt;Tragic!&lt;br /&gt;And you don't fit in?&lt;br /&gt;Horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, you'll find comfort away from&lt;br /&gt;The black hair swept across your forehead&lt;br /&gt;And thick black-rimmed glasses&lt;br /&gt;Through which you see your world fall apart at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad lonely songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your salvation, dear, will lie in&lt;br /&gt;The thought that you'll fit in with the others.&lt;br /&gt;The others like you, dear.&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ode To Emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My emptiness is bright to blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish of just a rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hurting with self made lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish i could just realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fucking Misfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;:`(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114831260891016564?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114831260891016564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114831260891016564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-please-im-falling.html' title='Come please. I&apos;m falling.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114821793321342879</id><published>2006-05-21T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:29:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In the rear view mirror is the mother fucking law."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/maths%20lesson.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/maths%20lesson.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I miss this class. Never mind the occasion(math lession btw), i love this class. Even math lessons seemed enjoyable then. Like what Phyllis always says, "EVEN" hurts. Look, its just different. That lovely CHS uniform. That swagger and prestige that comes with donning that white safari pocketed; metal buttoned top, dark green pair of bermudas. We all came from diffrent walks of life. One thing we probably shared (and still do now) is probably this history we had of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those whom i'm missing like crazy:&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/GP%20class1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/GP%20class1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs Ivay Lim- The best GP teacher in the school. Really. Miss Sanah and her bullshit A1 class can really take a back seat. Fantastic teacher. GP was really damn fun to attend, and i really looked forward to her tutorial lessons. Her last words, "Sometimes in life, you really need to depend on yourself, not your friends, not your teachers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;." We never sat in the same class after that. I wanna downgrade and be under her class. Damn. Or at least let the class be together during GP, dont fucking band us. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/pe%20lesson3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/pe%20lesson3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Joel Loo- And his P.E. lessons. Remember that netball game? Haha.&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E37.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E37.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is Shufen. Was. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/library5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/library5.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was Kevin Lim. I miss you too.&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;These two left NYJC, leaving behind trails of morose; bursts of ire.&lt;br /&gt;Then Wanqi and Limwwei left for Poly life, something which staying wouldn't offer.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin left way too early for greener pastures in the shape of AJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i stayed for the wrong reason. Reasons that no longer stand. Like what Vikram always says, "Dumb Fuck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NYJC bowlers i've met are a fantastic bunch of people. Random fact: I've got to know more males through bowling than my OG+ CT0604 + CT 0605 + random friends combined. Wow right? Haha. Too bad its closing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night, the same night in the previous entry, i had a good talk with the cab uncle after Phyllis alighted. He overheard our talk, then gave this piece of advice. "Eh boss, i tell you. See when i drive, if i  keep looking into this rear-view mirror, i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang gah&lt;/span&gt; and die &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;."  "I must look at the wind screen, see the things infront to drive properly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;." "Life also like that sometimes." "You young man, life is the same, must look forward into the future." "But sometimes you must check your rear-view mirror to check on things." Alright he wasnt the most convincing speaker, but he made some bloody sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired to type out this entry cos i was just browsing my photos. Phyllis better return me my card reader tomorrow. Or else i'll just keep using old pictures, typing history. My mum just broke to me good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can change my phone as soon as August!! Wow. N80 or K800i? N80 is really really really seductive. The lovely slider. But its problem would be the 3 megapixel camera. The picture quality, or rather the lack of it, is widely talked about. Though its one of the best phones all round. K800i cybershot, on the other hand, features a camera millions of milestones away from the closest rival, which i think would be the N90. Total madly imba camera features. A better phone or a better camera? SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PM's downstairs again. Not Lee Hsien Loong. Erm. Pasar Malam. Pardon my melayu spelling my malay readers. Haha. Like 2nd one in a month's time. Wth la. Just an observation. Ramly burgers' sales not as good as Takopachi's sales. Yeap. Auntie Yati, my maid, just bought a backstreet boys "Millenium" casette tape for her sister in Indonesia. Wow.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itunes recently added songs reads 65 songs. Wow. Ok i downloaded. Evans Blue is quite zai. Saving Jane also quite zai. I want my Ipod back!!!!!!! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Superman hit counter!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: "Aiyah, its a matter of time they marry each other."&lt;br /&gt;That will be my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114821793321342879?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114821793321342879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114821793321342879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-rear-view-mirror-is-mother-fucking.html' title='&quot;In the rear view mirror is the mother fucking law.&quot;'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114810909978349954</id><published>2006-05-20T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:14:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo's bleeding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/Blood_Tears_by_judith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/Blood_Tears_by_judith.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am afraid." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Of You- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crawling in my forlorn appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hide my soul behind these tattered wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tattered and broken as they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First things first. Happy Birthday Marvin!! Alright my bad, for not making it to celebrate with the rest, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i'm at lost to what to blog about now. Certainly, i have no lack of content, but i think i shouldnt write anything here about last night. You know, like private stuff. Its getting a little choppy, but i'll try to write normally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped through some magazines, instead of talking. We all knew the night had taken its toll. Too much of thoughts just rampaged through our heads. We were sleeping and reading magazines, cos we've all got something to hide. Something which we are afraid to let out; let go. In consideration of the situation, i didnt care to share. It was supposed to be a fun-talk-cock session of course. Ask me next time, i'll share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In quiet despair upon the cold earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And clutched timidly between my fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rests one last jewel of Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be hoping, friend. Its good to hope. All else can be given up, give up on yourself not. Maybe it was just the night. Maybe it was just the mood. But anyhow, thanks for sharing. Our advices were pretty much useless to you i guess. But you know, we were listening. And when i closed my eyes, i could picture what had happened. I felt sorry for you, friend. Thanks for sharing with us. I'm sure things would get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So now I fade away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My tender flesh removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My shattered wings released&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My inner light unsheathed… escapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fallen Angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Angel that fell,&lt;br /&gt;From the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114810909978349954?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114810909978349954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114810909978349954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/romeos-bleeding.html' title='Romeo&apos;s bleeding.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114787663959729025</id><published>2006-05-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:37:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with your electricity, heat and fire. If you were here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E97.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resembles the mastercard logo? Dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay today is a good day to blog eh. Finally an eventful day of a good blend of emotions and happenings that occured in my rocking life. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, instead of finishing the geography graded assignment, i've actually re-did my header/banner, again. I always make my own banners, but this time was a damn slack effort. Haha. Also, i've updated some useful links, especially those of the 0605 peeps. Yea, havent found the motivation to edit so much stuff until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, what a rocking day. Econs tutorial was a blast man. I love Nandwani &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;. He makes econs the easiest thing on Earth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;. Then Math tutorial was even powerful. Mr Heng just gave out the test papers, and class dismissed. Just a side note, i failed again. This time a lecture test. 8/30!!! But shockingly, i'm not the lowest in class leh. Absolutely stunning eye-opener. Was it divine intervention, or was it skill? Haha. Math looks on course to be the only subject i'll fail this term, assuming the i dont screw up the long overdued geography papers. And also my damn GP. Please dont fail. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the early dismissal part, it was because we were down supporting the volleyball girls in their finals against Hwa Chong. The match was a thriller, though it was really quite a torture sitting on those stiff wooden benches. Your ass hurts, your back hurts. Everything. Nanyang played brilliantly, and i thought the Nanyang girls were the better side, though we lost. First set, we were hands down 2nd. Clawed back the second set. Then third set, we threw away a 6 point lead to lose the set. Fourth set we almost threw a 7 point lead away, but no, we won it. Then the deciding set, we lost. Fair play to both sides, it was a really close fight. To see the Nanyang side of the sports hall dumbfounded by the lost, it was really disheartening. Just imagine, just this morning, it was of a festive mood kind of morning assembly (well compared to the usual ones). The J1s showed some really fantastic drive haha. One of the more memorable morning assembly that ever occured in my stay in NY. Then came the final, i can bet the sports hall had more Nanyang personel than the school had at that point of time. Like ALL the J2s and numerous J1s were down supporting cheering. Most of the teachers came too. So did Kwek, but that he's not really the point. Then you see the weight of lost just slammed so hard on us. Sighs. I didnt cheer much, but i did the least i could. I clapped so hard, that i probably cant bowl tomorrow. Cos my hands swelled. Okay bragging. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed off in a cab to CHS, gong jiao, to meet Boonliang, Xinxiang, Jeffrey, Bryan, Shaun, Gedeon and Marvin. Sat at the canteen, just harked back on our times spent in gong jiao. Collected the damn cert. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;English                              A One&lt;br /&gt;Comb Humans                 A One&lt;br /&gt;Geography                       A  Two&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics                   B  Three&lt;br /&gt;Add Maths                      C  Six&lt;br /&gt;Physics                            B Three&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry                       C Six&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese               C Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I passed chemistry Miss Saras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Wong, omg. Still as wrong as ever. Still fucking sick. Just that probably u've changed a little bit. You're now the PRESIDENT OF THE STUDENTS' COUNCIL of TPJC. Now throwing us around with this little title you've got ah. Haha. Tell your principal that the problems of the school lies in not other issues, but the principal. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey had to leave for training. But before that, i tried the gong jiao MEIJI vending machine. Cool man. The yogurt rocks. And the Pandan Milk was god-like. If only i had a spoon for my yogurt... Then the rest went home to mug. I went to eat with Boonliang. Then just keep chatting about his life in SAJC and my life in NYJC. Haha. We've got so much to tell each other la. His life, my life. His friends, my friends, our friends. Haha. Then we decided to watch Mission Impossible 3. Okay its like fucking gay i know. Haha. Just the two of us, going for a romantic movie. Actually its action. Not too bad. The stunts quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boonliang. Wth. Keep saying he miss me. Haha. I miss you too la. I owe u one teh-peng. Then he mentioned about my lovely blog. Haha, what put hit counter and exploding click-counts. Haha. too popular already. Haha joking la. See you soon. Of course i wont spread your tainted past of shitting in your pants to your SAJC classmates. Not to mention your porn-loving ways. Haha. I know you've mended ur ways. I'll hush about ur tainted past. I promise. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC 15 - 10 RJC. Rugby scoreline. Like talk of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water displaces&lt;br /&gt;never replaces&lt;br /&gt;energy is neither&lt;br /&gt;destroyed&lt;br /&gt;nor created&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but is moved through me&lt;br /&gt;with molecular mobility&lt;br /&gt;where you will&lt;br /&gt;someday sail in&lt;br /&gt;and embark on my shore&lt;br /&gt;displacing the water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; that i need no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;h3 class="section-head"&gt;"Displacement"&lt;/h3&gt;Physics lessons anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rocking bridges&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114787663959729025?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114787663959729025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114787663959729025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/with-your-electricity-heat-and-fire-if.html' title='with your electricity, heat and fire. If you were here.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114778775208794849</id><published>2006-05-16T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:43:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was just a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/Loss_by_vkacademy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/Loss_by_vkacademy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;There's little losses-- everyday losses. Losing a bet, not catching the train, losing your keys. Little things that remind you that you're born to be a loser. Then came bigger things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a parent.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we take things on a timeline that keeps on going-- people say that time heals all wounds, but in a place this sick with false hopes and gun dreams, that's a whole big fucking load of &lt;b&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i wasn't losing&lt;br /&gt;that i wasn't losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that i wasn't losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No more talking, for me.&lt;br /&gt;If I'd only been a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was absolutely something else.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;more than&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we take things on a timeline that keeps on going-- people say that time heals all wounds, but in a place this sick with false hopes and gun dreams, that's a whole big fucking load of &lt;b&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;adapted from , &lt;/i&gt;"false hopes :: gun dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[updated links of some 0605 peeps, rock on people.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114778775208794849?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114778775208794849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114778775208794849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-just-dream.html' title='It was just a dream.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114769511778878092</id><published>2006-05-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:05:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points of Authority</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E81.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All is not lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;National Schools A division bowling Championships! Bowled in the morning. Alright nothing's decided yet. If i'll rate my performance on a scale of 10, i'll probably give myself a 5. Nothing disgraceful, but nothing worth a mention too. Gained some precious momentum towards the end. Lets hope this momentum can carry me through the next 12 games. Pray hard. Jeffrey did decently well i thought, so did VJ. VJ looks strong for a top 4 finish. Outsiders would probably be NY still, but we've got a gulf to close up. Yeah. Anything can happen yea, so i wont rule out our chances as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, saw Renjie and his Team Innova. Their bowling attire sucked i thought. Haha. Heard his blister tore. Fuck pain. So he bowled a 120 avg. Haha. I thought i was lousy. Went to meet Phyllis and Shuenlin to do math. They ate Tom Yum again. Wth. Went Shuenlin's house to complete our group work, but soon we came to realise that we had no bloody idea how to do. So we just talk crap, music, junk food. Haha. What else can we do? Heard lots of stories of school TODAY. See la, one day without me, the whole class chaos. Sighs. My presence was dearly missed i guess. Haha. But fret not, cos i'll be back tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN PROMISE YOU TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANT BUY BACK YESTERDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bowl well. My last game today was inspirational. Actually had many games which i started really well, then somehow i would just waste the good start i had by screwing up. Its really disturbing. I just dont know what to do. Like theres no cause for celebration of course. But its quite wrong to get unhappy over these scores. How?? I lack a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was not the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Nor was it the release.&lt;br /&gt;Nor was the lane a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Where was the fire?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are an instinctive bowler."&lt;br /&gt;"Feel your game, and let your feelings take over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;:   )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nokia n80 la fuck.&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd thought, I want k800i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114769511778878092?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114769511778878092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114769511778878092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/points-of-authority.html' title='Points of Authority'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114762387375934968</id><published>2006-05-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:25:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAY 'NO'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E93.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I say NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for negativity.&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog.&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;Tmr's the big day. National Schools A div' Championships. NYJC bowlers! Its really one last chance to perform on the big stage. Its my last chance too i reckon. So lets put away all the negativity, and do our best. As for the sad people like renjie, haha. God bless bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people! let's try not to lose too badly for the bowling competition tomorrow. go innova says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i am the best already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people! let's try not to lose too badly for the bowling competition tomorrow. go innova says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the rest is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;' 我惊坏势! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people! let's try not to lose too badly for the bowling competition tomorrow. go innova says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people! let's try not to lose too badly for the bowling competition tomorrow. go innova says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sure lose one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all crash and burn someday.&lt;br /&gt;We will all fall to our knees someday.&lt;br /&gt;Crying;&lt;br /&gt;Begging.&lt;br /&gt;Someday,&lt;br /&gt;Some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall not the day.&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the game,&lt;br /&gt;We'll hold our heads high,&lt;br /&gt;Our mighty fists pumping our hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;XXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114762387375934968?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114762387375934968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114762387375934968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-say-no.html' title='I SAY &apos;NO&apos;....'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114752549322993939</id><published>2006-05-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:15:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal wtihout u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E95.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&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;Apparently, the whole bowling team is quite amused by the "old grandma" video Jeffrey sent me yesterday. Its spreading like wildfire, and soon, this old grandma's gonna be real famous. Anyways, had training today. Nothing much to blog about la. Had lunch then went swensens to have icecream. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling jaded. Jaded of this life that i've been leading. I wake early in the morning on a public holiday, drag my super heavy balls from one end of the country to another. Bowl a few games, drag back. Its super tiring. Thats why i've been spending ALOT on cab. And guess what, i'm always short of cash because of bowling. I'm glad this is gonna end soon. Real soon. Monday's singles. We had our 'last' training according to some. Dont get me wrong. I love bowling. I wouldnt stick to it if i didnt liked it. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its something i loved, and i still love. But being caught in this fucking circumstance, i feel quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;helpless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still dont understand why primary schools can have bowling teams and a JC like NYJC is shutting down bowling. I'm quite sure bowling is not cheaper for a primary school, and i'm quite sure a JC receives much more funding. I dont know what the fuck is this JC doing with the money. Alright. So i'm feeling so fucked up again, due to some decisions made by the school admin, and ultimately, MR KWEK. Remember how appeals fell through? Alright lets not talk about the sad past. But all this impending seizure, just a fucking turn off. I dont want to feel helpless okay. I dont like this life. I dont like NYJC. I could have chosen to bowl for a champion school okay? Why am i stuck in this rotten place? I dont know. Its not about whether i can survive or not, cos i know i can survive in this place. But my life is more than survival alright. I dont want to just survive. My dad knows me quite well i think. He saw all these coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, i'll get to  pon 4 days of lessons over two weeks, on top of 2 weeks of excuse from P.E. And also, next week we'll have vball finals to catch. Wow. Slack. I just need some money to slack. Haha. Wednesday go collect cert everyone!! Go back GONG JIAO. A place we all call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its come to what i despise of.&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;I thought things would go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i see is a loser.&lt;br /&gt;A loser who cant choose.&lt;br /&gt;A loser who cant make decision.&lt;br /&gt;A loser who lives a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about,&lt;br /&gt;his name was..&lt;br /&gt;it was you&lt;br /&gt;Damn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan- Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114752549322993939?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114752549322993939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114752549322993939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-to-deal-wtihout-u.html' title='How to deal wtihout u?'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114745431152002955</id><published>2006-05-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:18:49.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your nose is running and your feet are smelling, you must be upside down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/The_Sing_by_notOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/The_Sing_by_notOK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know we ain't got much to say before I let you get away.&lt;/span&gt;  I say, .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet- Are You Gonna Be My Girl&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;Abra-abra-cadabra, I want to reach out and grab ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Happy Vesak Day one and all!! To us, who dont celebrate Vesak, there is the public holiday as a cause for celebration of course. Like most of us, i dont celebrate Vesak yeah. So today i went out with to get Marvin's present. Met Jeffrey and Gedeon at khatib, then proceeded to town to shop for "Marsiao"'s present. Then met up with Xin Xiang and Jing Jiat and Shaun Heng. Shaun Heng is damn funny la. And Gedeon's new haircut, ..... . Really no need for a 'climacool' cap, its too cool for it. Haha. Those two, keep arm wrestling each other. We bought the lovely skateboard for Marvin. Oops. Spoiler. Then we went Pizza Hut for dinner, though i kept suggesting Pariss buffet. They said next friday. Haha cool. Better save up for it now. Then sat at citylink, just chill. With Marvin and Luvis and Kenneth and Jion Chun joining us. Quite interesting listening to them talk about random girls, debate, and arm wrestling. Haha. Jion Chun was suddenly awkwardly, silently emo. Haha. I guessed it was just his 'first period', haha. Then we had a good laugh about stuff. On the way home, Kenneth was like quite upset over his life in VJ. Like the thing on dragon's tail and snake's head. Quite true la. He's a 12 pointer in a 6 pointer class. He said he wont mind swapping places with me. Haha VJC that bad ah. Then Jing Jiat said he wants to drop to NYJC too. WTH. NYJC so attractive this year. No wonder appeals got rejected like nobody's business. Haha Kenneth. We've got our problems no matter which college we choose to study in. Yeap 2 years would pass in no time. Worst case scenario, just put everything down, just MUG. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to KBOX!! And after reading Boonliang's blog, my desire to sing cant be contained anymore! I've got my fellow rockstars! female vocalist, Phyllis, with me too!! Anyone else?! Haha. Its just in the blood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[phyl-] look how they shine for you says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wo you le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get even more nervous singing when everyone's fallen silent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I really try to communicate the meaning of the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and there's people there listening to that,&lt;br /&gt;and if they're moved by it,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm moved as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Namie Amuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The megawatt baby.&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;electrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114745431152002955?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114745431152002955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114745431152002955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-your-nose-is-running-and-your-feet.html' title='If your nose is running and your feet are smelling, you must be upside down.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114736080984120288</id><published>2006-05-11T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:20:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only my heart would write itself out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E87.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E87.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;Why shut your eyes upon me?&lt;br /&gt;You sought the great oblivion of blindness.&lt;br /&gt;I sought the blind oblivion of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Am i forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapsed,&lt;br /&gt;Every memmory of how it began.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just sheer ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;Sheer apathy?&lt;br /&gt;The present is hurting so.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stiffness of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed the gradual decline.&lt;br /&gt;As the principal spoke again;&lt;br /&gt;As the school admin came up with new rules again;&lt;br /&gt;As they checked our attire.&lt;br /&gt;Its more than disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;Its degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly,&lt;br /&gt;I need some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know how people feel of me.&lt;br /&gt;That weird look all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if,&lt;br /&gt;I dont belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i dont.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we dont,&lt;br /&gt;Thats what'd turn us into.&lt;br /&gt;Big rockstars!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its more than a life that i live.&lt;br /&gt;I live a cult;&lt;br /&gt;A faith.&lt;br /&gt;A leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i know you are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain falled and i didnt even realise.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;The luminescence of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Left me with the glaring panel of this darn machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossibility tends to the possibility of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;My miracle fuhs. ( dont ask whats this, i dont know too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright its irritating to write like this. I'm too tired to do anything proper now. Just a random entry. Just in case boon liang thinks one day w/o a blog entry on this blog means "very long never update". Here goes my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114736080984120288?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114736080984120288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114736080984120288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-only-my-heart-would-write-itself.html' title='if only my heart would write itself out.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114726519188358411</id><published>2006-05-10T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:23:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History, echoed with laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E78.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/320/IMG06%7E78.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets be frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I despise that.&lt;/span&gt;&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;The highly anticipated tuesday came and went faster than it seemed. Haha, thats like of course, since it was packed. Had normal lessons. Had Napfa in the afternoon. But ALL the boys in my class decided to pon anyways. So after CT period, the rest went seperate ways. Shuenlin looked really freaked out by the whole quitting council thingy. So Phyllis and I kindly accompanied her to the GO to face Kwek. Then we stupidly waited at the fountain. Played listening ear again haha. But i'm totally fine. I enjoyed listening to her and her issues. Just a few words i've read from somewhere.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;When asked if my cup is half-full or half-empty, my only response is that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful I have a cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While you know, many others dont have their cups yeah. You would know what i mean, LIT student. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we thought the the bus leaving for CCAB was scheduled for departure at 1:30 p.m., but it left without us! WTF. Actually Phyllis wanted to go ALONE. Then seemingly fated or something, Jeffrey smsed. And u know the story, the twist of fate. And i'm caught in this cab trip to CCAB. Got some poor directions, cos we didnt know where in the blue hell was that CCAB. Quite comical on the cab. Phyllis called her friends while i flipped the street directory. To no avail, until Jeffrey told us where was it. Cos we're heading to town, the NEW SMU. While actually its near the OLD one. Haha the uncle also quite pro, drive slowly until we found the correct directions. To the match. Haha. Then met Jeannie and Jeffrey and Zhuang yong. Sat with them. We represent the VJC-NYJC buffer. Haha. We sat strategically at the middle, where the umpire/referee is. That with the rest of the NY and VJ on their feet cheering. Haha. We just sat on our round asses. Had to shatter zhuang yong's and jeffrey's high hopes eh, cos NYJC won!! 3-1. The NYJC girls were quite amazing. As someone who'd never watch vball 'live' before,  it was definitely an eye-opening experience. Totally. Like why spectators no proper seatings. Like how points are awarded. Like why the girls all wear this 'underwear' and super long socks. And why after every shot must form a circle and hug. Just so many questions. Haha. But seriously, it was quite exciting. Those saves were really damn pro man. Those winners had a sting in them la. No. 7 is zai! Fair play to the VJ vballers la. They did stage up a good fight. Lest they lost, but it was definitely a good match. Then watched the boys get raped by AJC. Thought they were champs la. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i rushed down to yishun with Jeff. Jeannie and Phyllis decided to tag along. They wanted to go Chong Pang. Wth. Gave them the directions, but i reckon they didnt go in the end. They had some tepanyaki at northpoint, which i'm entirely oblivious to. Haha. Then they came back to safra to enjoy Jeffrey and I bowl. They went home before we finished. Cos we finished at 9.30 leh. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no bowler would be reading this. I shall be frank. The team was fucked up yesterday. It was such a disgrace. Jansen. What the fuck man. It wasnt his day. Not that i've never seen his off-days, its just plain childish to do what he did yesterday, not something new too. Like changing Glenn's score to all strikes and shifting the blame onto others? Like constantly insultingly talking cock about Jastin? Acting like some fucking idiot. He had a great laugh (of) himself i guess. Do i care? He screwed us up. My apologies to Vikram, who was seriously trying to bowl, and uphold some pride and integrity for the school. So was Jastin, who was trying his best, and eventually he did hit a 211 game. Kudos to that. Samuel put up a good fight. Respect man. Glenn was probably too distracted by his doubles partner, cos he just threw gutter balls after gutter balls. If i can recall my form that James told us to fill in, i never did list Jansen in any of my team. I know him too well la. He's probably best ALONE. Fuck. I walked home from safra. It took 20 minutes la, albeit my poor navigations of the local shortcuts. From Yishun Safra to the reservoir area leh. Almost died from the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much to blog about. Kwek talking cock again. Retarded principal. Upholding the image of this fucking school. I dont want alright. I dont like to be ruled. Then he understands that Peicai is in around the area, and our uniforms are congruent. So he suggested, CHANGE UNIFORM. Wow. Sounds good at first, but from him, hopes dashed again. I told Eileen, he'll probably make us wear tie every bloody day. Math lecture was bullshit. Wrote the word 'fuck' on my lecture notes. Then Adrian Tan walked pass and we had a interesting talk on the word. Haha. Then he kept walking pass now and then smiling at me. Wth la. The lecturer was crap. Like "I hear noise, means you're done copying right? Okay i move on." Wtf la. She thinks copying is like wanking ah. Lol. The arts performance during assembly was not bad la. Percussion again. Haha. All kinds of drums. Then SAJC v NYJC girls soccer. Never watch la despite we had plans a few weeks ago to catch the match. We're probably just too busy. Went home at an unearthly hour. Phyllis wanted to complete Lit essay. I wanted to MUG for physics. So we choinged home straight after assembly. For once, i can use the line "People i going home already. Byebye." Haha. Ring a bell?  Haha. a shocking relevation Phyllis told me before econs and during math. Dunno what happened la. Dont put words in my mouth ok. Weird. Something worthy of a gossip session, a food for thought perhaps? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend coming again. YES! baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I can wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;Time wont wait.&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth all the time and money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my winning ways.&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean,&lt;br /&gt;What goes up must come down?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about it,&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the thought of all else.&lt;br /&gt;Quit bowling now?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know man.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss megawatt smile man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;:   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/19388903-114726519188358411?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114726519188358411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114726519188358411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/history-echoed-with-laught_114726519188358411.html' title='History, echoed with laughter.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114709619201363419</id><published>2006-05-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:52:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just read the lines upon my face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E80.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Now rock&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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;My lovely guitar. Sexy green guitar with nice playable chords. Just that, its a little small. And, the lighter function had NEVER worked. Never did the lighter ligth up before. The most i got out of this lovely was..... a spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, schools the usual la. This week quite busy. Monday training, Tuesday VJC doubles, Wednesday training, Thursday long day, Friday Vesak Day, Saturday Training. Morale is at an all time low after today's training. Nothing worked. EVERYTHING went haywire. Btw, VJC bowling doubles only between NY and VJ. Exciting sia. Can see Jeffrey. But then again, judging by today's results.... Sighs. OH! Jeffrey just told me a piece of shocking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- who kicked a hole in the sky so the heaven would cry over me. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in vj bowling is wary of you la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;' 我是rockstar!                                  Steal the sun from the sky for you says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- who kicked a hole in the sky so the heaven would cry over me. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they think you are zai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- who kicked a hole in the sky so the heaven would cry over me. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say you are the only threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- who kicked a hole in the sky so the heaven would cry over me. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your reputation at stake tmr la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;' 我是rockstar!                                  Steal the sun from the sky for you says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got napfa before that leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Scary la. Dont wanna throw face tomorrow. Hahaha. I'll do my best, rest assured. But my doubles partner still nowhere to be seen. Hahaha. Pressure sia. THE WHOLE VJC TEAM knows about me. Damn. Maybe a mental game played by the cunning Jeffrey Tan. Emmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test coming fast and furious. And i know nothing much about Physics leh. How? I've got a super PW group. K abit outdated, but here goes. Me, Gillian, Hanisah, Huixian and Magpalene. Hehe. I feel for Shuenlin la. She just smsed me again about the council thing. Fellow rocker, its time u make a wise decision. Its come to such a stage when its time for you to really stand up, make a decision for yourself. The class would be supporting you. James would be. Me and Phyllis, the fellow rockers, would also be. As i've said before, we'll applause ur withdrawal. And we'll support if you decide to stay. Respect, buddy. We know its not easy, but having to suffer now means u would have learnt your lesson now. Well see on the brighter note, you're learning and bearing the consequences in school, not the outside world. Ya. Cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peixin Primary School rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Catholic High rocks.&lt;br /&gt;0604 rocked.&lt;br /&gt;0605 will rock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYJC. cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i a good liar or am i just too trustworthy. Cos Justina always believes my lies. Haha. Random but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived,&lt;br /&gt;I've loved,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid some dues,&lt;br /&gt;We've been to hell and back again.&lt;br /&gt;Through it all you're always my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;For all the words I didn't say and all the things I didn't do,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm gonna find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;baby,&lt;br /&gt;I see something new&lt;br /&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight,&lt;br /&gt;dreamin's just a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about loving you- Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114709619201363419?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114709619201363419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114709619201363419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-read-lines-upon-my-face.html' title='Just read the lines upon my face.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114697020221537662</id><published>2006-05-07T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:24:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never was, and never will be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E73.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E74.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E74.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The last thing a good bowler can do, is to go up the lane and start thinking." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"You just gotta feel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;[UPDATED!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Limwwei dont complain la. Here's the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling. Wow. I've been training alot. Each training is more intensive than any exercise i've done in my life. We do 8-9 games each training, in the short span of 2 hours some more. My saturday's always screwed because of training. Haha. My scores are weird and at times, volatile. Like first game can do a 139, then by third game can shoot a 235. Haha, like a joke we always share, i've beaten Jastin's previous high score again. His previous personal best was 232. That means i've beaten his high score for the third time this week. Okay sorry. Haha. Girls' line up changed. Jolene is now the reserve and Clemence is in the starting line-up, alongside Mindy, Justina and Ning Xing. Aiyo. No comments la. But i think shouldnt change la, not SO close to the competition. It just unsettles the team. And ladies and gentlemen, we shouldnt be looking at someone as an enemy alright? Not now. The girls and boys alike. Cannot have divide. But i think our team still quite bonded la. Haha. Jastin Wong late for training again. My doubles partner not doing me any good la. Bastard. Haha. But seriously, i dont want to over-strain myself before the competition. I need to go down to victors to do my balls, anyone interested in coming with me? Maybe i'll just get my mum to drive me down later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of the elections, my parents have declared war over their views. Then my aunty joked that my mum's gonna get killed by a HAMMER. While my dad's gonna get killed by a RED BOLT OF LIGHTNING. If you know what i mean. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow my cousin's b'day yesterday. This cousin damn cute one. She's a mix of a Singaporean and a Thai. Cool right. Havent been hanging out with my cousins like last time. All of them have grown up so much la. This whole bunch of us all quite powerful i think. All with either good looks, or smart brains. Maybe except for me la, got BOTH. Nvm haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot of late. Lots of things to think about. Haha. CHS, 0604 peeps, rockstars, family, bowling. Damn. Everything la. Okay might be back for an update later on. Ciaos for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Edited 8:03 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went victors just now. No wait. I had lunch with my dad today!! Sakae Sushi. Cool. He's working in Penang now instead of Melacca. Lovely. Talked about lots of stuff. My god la. I cannot believe he's still asking me if i regreted choosing NYJC. Seriously i've regreted abit. Like there's no bowling next year. Wtf. But what've had me defend my decision was the friends that i've met here. And of course the wonderful memories i've had in NYJC. Then again, just a slight regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad went Ah Ma house. Actually wanted to go down to visit my lovely ah ma, but then had to visit Ken Pro Shop to fix my balls a little. Had to change my finger inserts a little and sand the ball down to 600 grit, as instructed by James. Almost board the wrong bus, cos i thought Marina South only got one bus. Now got 402 going to Marina Pier. Wherever is that la. Took the 400. Haha. Saw PAUL CHUA!! Haha. I miss him alot man. Short intro, he's someone i've known for quite some time already. He's a coach for the champion SAJC bowling team of course. And he's also working at victors. Haha. He's one of the best coaches i've met in these 5 years of school bowling. To have worked with him before, its really my pride. Haha. From him, NYJC bowling was closing 2 years ago. Haha. So since the delay already occured, let it be for another year and a half la KWEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reached Victors. He was changing shifts with DAVID TAY!! Wa lao. Really qiao. Talk cock with him again. I tell u. He's grown rounder. Haha. Remember last time damn fit one. Once Assistant coach of the once-prestigious Catholic High Bowling Team. Haha. Then stepped into Ken's Pro Shop. Uncle Kenneth not there la, since he's probably busy doing his coaching. Saw UNCLE POH!! He's Gang Kai's father. Haha. Like how nice baby. Caught up with him. Also he fixed my balls too. Fixed the inserts, and sanded it down to 600 grit. He gave me free insert tape la. One whole packet. 12 bucks. Haha nice man sia. Only charged me for the ball sanding. COOOOOL. Then listened to his stories of life and he gave me some great advices too. Haha. Yeap. Have to agree with him man. Actually thought my trip down would be boring u see. Alone from yishun to marina south. But then met these 3 people. Wa lao. Just brings back lots of fond memories. It touched me deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled sec 1. The prodigy that was promised so much. My first friend in the team, his name is Jeffrey Tan. He was the only one capable of beating me. Haha. We were doubles partner for that year. And also the only sec 1s to make it for the team. We performed like how first timers should. Jeffrey uses mouse on his ugly hair. And i've not heard of Simei until i've known him. Remembered the captain at that time, and probably the best captain in my 4 years of CHS bowling. Yeo Tee Hsien. And also Ray Chuang. The best bowler that emerged from CHS. One of the best Asian Youths then, and now too. He was an ideal yardstick if i'd ever measured sucess. And a really lousy bowler called Kevin Teo also appeared. Haha. AXX also appeared on the radar. Also, remember those collar pins that we've been trying to earn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 then came back. The golden era for the C' divs i supposed. With the bowlers we had, it was definitely a valiant effort in the C divisions. I finished 17th overall, Jeffrey 18th overall. Thanks to 4 draws in the top 16 of course. Or else we'd made it to the masters. So much promise that went array.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3. B division proved to be a big leap. For my poor showing, i wept silently. If there was something special that happened this year, it was the appearance of MRS ALICE LONG. The lovliest teacher ever i suppose. She was passionate in handling bowling. I have to thank her for that. Really, she was nothing short of a mother to us. Bowling 'camp' at sentosa was fun eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollected Sec 4. Ang Xin Xiang came into captaincy. Haha. And me the welfare rep. Haha. Call us the Ex-co alright. We did ourselves no favour by under-performing again. By then, Kevin Teo, the lousy bowler in Sec 1 was the best bowler. Combined Schools bowler leh. Power. Still, our best hopes faltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, these fond memories are something i can relate my fruitful 4 years in CHS to. All the bowling training, all the sufferings, all my achievements, all my highs, all my lows. Even defeat, tasted sweet. All the fun, friends, acheivements, lessons learnt. If only william kua was there. Lol. Haha. Where the hell is he now anyway? I miss the old times. Bowling training. Share cab down to Marina South. Then Mass-Changing in the toilet. I have to confess something. I was the one who took down the used condom above the last cubicle. Yeap. That famous condom. And i'm always the one who slams the cubicle door fucking hard. Remember? Random calls for the bench cleaner, whom we've decided its Jastin Wong. "Paging for bench cleaner." Remember? Then after changing we would rush to the lockers to collect our balls. Then walk up that narrow stairway to the massive 40 lane centre again. After training, of course we'll eat the famous chicken chop rice. Haha. That mushroom sauce we always crave. That special dark soy sauce and the endless amount of chilli Jeffrey puts in his rice. Remember? Then maybe LAN outtings to play CS, then Dota. Haha. Remember? Piangs. Then wait for 400, alighting, then walking that aisle leading to the MRT station. Remember? Wow. Its like the bishan street 22 road i've walked since life began. All too familiar. Every contour of it, so familiar; so close to heart. Its like home. Every moment of it just kept replaying in my mind on the way home. I miss that life. Coupled with my lonesome, i felt like crying. I closed my eyes. And i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vividly.&lt;br /&gt;These recollections flew back at me,&lt;br /&gt;Hauntingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake to find,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was that?!&lt;br /&gt;Was i dreaming of you?&lt;br /&gt;Dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;That is probably why my life's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even remember my fucking dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the literal sense of 'fucking dreams' of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you something,&lt;br /&gt;To look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;To look back upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;If.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's growing fast.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114697020221537662?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114697020221537662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114697020221537662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-was-and-never-will-be.html' title='Never was, and never will be.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114687402765422571</id><published>2006-05-06T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:10:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma perhaps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I FEEL CHEATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114687402765422571?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114687402765422571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114687402765422571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/karma-perhaps.html' title='Karma perhaps.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114684537417529798</id><published>2006-05-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:09:34.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it just won't sing, for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/blog%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/blog%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Need a megawatt smile&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&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;Smile like you mean it. Hahaha. Just check out these lovely smiles. In order to protect their privacy, their identities will not be disclosed. If you need a laugh, find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite bored actually. Everyone's got their friday program. CCAs, band concerts, drama nights. And i have my own too. I finally caught my afternoon nap. Like missed it alot, since school's really busy. No one's at home. But fret not, cos my dad is coming back tomorrow. He comes back to Singapore once in a while, sometimes every 2 weeks, sometimes every 3 weeks. Anyhow, i miss him so much. Though everytime he comes back, he'll bring news about something. Okay not many people know this. So lets keep it a secret. Its actually good if i were to look it optimistically. But so often i find myself getting troubled over this damn issue. I've said before, FOR HIM, i'll be happy. Alright. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today actually planned to go out after school. Actually yesterday night Shufen asked if us at NYJC are meeting up. Actually quite alot of people going. But then, it came to such a pathetic end. LAST MINUTE STUFF AGAIN. Kevin couldnt make it---&gt; Huiyen of course 'cannot make it' too---&gt; Jiawei disappeared with Huiyen---&gt; Left with Me and Phyllis and Shuenlin---&gt; Shufen decided not to join us---&gt; the rockstars! ate SUBWAY at cinne. Looks like some MI proving.  Alright nvm. Not my fucking fault. So i've decided not to get angry or anything. Actually had quite a fun time as usual with Phyllis and Shuenlin. Haha. They were like bickering with each other, calling each other b**** all the way from school to town. Haha. Then as the only gentleman in the group, i had to be fair. And i wanted to join in the fun without hurting anyone with my powerful words. Lol. So i took turns to agree with them on their claims of each other. Haha then after SUBWAY, we met 'monster' James and his class. Then we went walking aimlessly around town before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this short again. The exciting weekend of soccer action is back! I'm gonna catch Real Madrid in action once again as they battle for 2nd place against Valencia in the La Liga. Also, it'll be' Zizou' Zinedine Zidane's last home match for Real Madrid. For the uninitiated, he is of course a living legend; a walking legacy. The former Juventus maestro, three times world player of the year, the Real Madrid Legendary No. 5. Though his form is not that good in recent times, his class is of permanent status. Status of the highest calibre, and he ranks amongst the greatest of Pele and Maradona. And probably the best player in modern times as well. Its hard to see him go just like that. Really. He's the most expensive player in the world as well. 50 million pounds. Thats how much Real Madrid splashed out on him. 'Zizou'. Sighs. Next season how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling you.&lt;br /&gt;Ride my highs.&lt;br /&gt;And dig my lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life feels good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;我是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114684537417529798?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114684537417529798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114684537417529798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-it-just-wont-sing-for-you.html' title='If it just won&apos;t sing, for you.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114674905747495838</id><published>2006-05-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:28:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>都怪那晚的月光</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/phyllis%20and%20karmun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/phyllis%20and%20karmun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm blogging so often than not despite the bloody packed schedule. Just dont want this blog to evolve into a weekly kind of thing. Or worse, monthly account. You know, like readers digest? Like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt;? No No. Today's thursday, just in case u're blur. GP test was really taxing baby. 1.5 hours to write that damn essay. Chose that topic on "Can the media be relied on the conveying of truth?", there or thereabouts. So i sat there and i started penning my points. After a gruelling first ten minutes, i decided to give up. So i fell asleep for 20 mins. Haha. No one woke me up la. See how competitive is this BAND 1 class? Haha. Joking la. Then i woke up to see the rest speeding away and i'm stuck with a incomplete intro. So therefore i also start wrtiing. And i ended up writing 3 pages and 1 line. Never wrote so much before. Still, i'm quite worried about GP test, cos i dont know how to write, and i dont want to FAIL. It will be painful to fail GP. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then had the long break again. Went serangoon garden's MAC. Woohoo. Then went J8 with Phyllis and Karmun to shop. Actually is, they shop, i stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/200/IMG06%7E65.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went HÄAGEN DAZS for icecream. Like how Phyllis puts it, EXTRAVAGANCE. Ordered "coffee break". Omg la. Damn damn nice. Compared to Karmun's pile of shit with blood.  Chatted and chatted about general stuff.  Wow, then saw Kevin and Justin. Yeap. Sec 4. Work hard men. Put CHS back on the radar again.&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;Finally projectile motion is understood. Gotta thank huiyen for the little help along the way. Justina dont worry. Its easy. Haha. Its not rocket science eh? And its not MATH either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;在你耳边轻轻唱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;那首歌我慢慢唱.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114674905747495838?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114674905747495838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114674905747495838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='都怪那晚的月光'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114666908812095314</id><published>2006-05-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:14:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anata, Anata. Ahhhh......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black and White,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my day was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was yours?&lt;br /&gt;Grey again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short entry. Dont bother mentioning about school la. Just plain boring. Had bowling training today. Felt the fatigue after the packed school day i've had. Didnt bowl well today at all. My shots were all over the place, nothing magical, nothing special. Team line up confirmed already. I'm anchor man for team one. Woohoo. Along with the expected line up of Glenn, Jansen and Jastin with Jastin being by doubles partner. The supposed dream team. Not my dream team, but the best team NYJC can assemble. James(coach) actually tried to bring across a point today. He said something along the lines of NYJC bowling is closing down after this year. And the A division represents the only chance left for us to compete as a team. That moment, i felt that desperation. That despondent feel suddenly struck me. Its still lingering until now. We cheered like pathetic fools today. The cheer was pathetic. Bowling with one less bowler today. So we had the time to do and extra game when people are doing two games per pair of lanes. So we did 9 games in total. We didnt finish our last game, but i'm like bloody worn out. My whines came to deaf ears. Haha. James said he couldnt believe i was tired, judging from my shots. But i swear, its a mental thing. And mentally, the gears have stopped since assembly. Haha. Had fun during dinner, after dinner. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reflection. I think my bad mouth is doing me alot of bad. Haha. I'm always offending people. I'm soooo sorry la. I'll watch my words from now on. On a side note, I PASSED MY ECONS TEST!! 13/25. Haha. (watching my words so as to not hao lian and offend people again, haha) It was quite comical. Mr Nandwani gave us back our scripts, then i was the first one. He announced the marks. 13/25. Relief at first, cos i passed. Then he was like, "and thats the highest." LOL. I brokedown laughing away. Catch this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I topped the class for econs&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Even the likes of Econs-Pro-Huiyen couldnt resist the unstoppable wave. Beaten flat. Yeap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jastin Wong has cow skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;down the lane.&lt;br /&gt;on the ball return.&lt;br /&gt;in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to hell just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing things. Too tired perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;:   )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he mu gong chu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114666908812095314?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114666908812095314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114666908812095314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/anata-anata-ahhhh.html' title='Anata, Anata. Ahhhh......'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114657532746896617</id><published>2006-05-02T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:11:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love rock and roll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a sub-clique.&lt;br /&gt;Not a group of special individuals,&lt;br /&gt;But members of 0605.&lt;br /&gt;Like you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you dont like it,&lt;br /&gt;Just stfu.&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;Seriously, Teng Huiyen, i was never this disturbed by you. Firstly yesterday, you commented on how i'm anti-social and mixed around only with the Phyllis and Shuenlin, which is largely untrue. Secondly today, you argued that we are forming a 'sub-clique', dividing the class up. No bad blood okay, but then, i am damn disturbed by that. And i think you should stop. And IF you've gone around saying all these and stuff like that, i think you're doing me a BIG discredit, and the quotient of this division is probably me as well. The argument we had today was really redundant. I'm terribly sorry. And this little paragraph is also quite pointless. I just want to voice some thoughts out, cos i dont wanna let this thing go on unmentioned. I've not changed a little bit. I still love what i love. I still hate what i hate. I still do what i do. I do what i like. Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed. Maybe execpt a few good friends left. Yes i agree i've been mixing around with Phyllis and Shuenlin alot. rockstars! is basically a just a common wild dream that we ought to live. THE WISH TO QUIT SCHOOL, AND JUST BE ROCKSTARS. okay, its a wild dream for a reason. Haha. Its been like this since day one. They are two people whom i can closely relate my daily life to, but not to everyone. I dont see why u see this as a 'sub-clique'. No bad blood again. I just dont wish to be misunderstood. I dont wish to feel this way and i dont wish to hurt anyone by typing any furthur regarding this trivial matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today P.E. cancelled la. And i was late for school. Bloody hell. Actually those who ran made it on time, but i chose to walk. Therefore i was late. Haha. There goes my clean record, but who cares? Damn the school. Expel me for all i care. Today had our project work groupings. Decided largely based on O levels ENGLISH grade. Haha. My group is made up of the Gillian, Hanisah, Magpalene, Huixian and ME. Cool. Quite a good blend i think. Alright, i smell a grade one already. Haha. Lets hope bah. Then chatted after CT period with sotongandoctopus, and rockstars! at the grandstand. Haha Xianmin never fail to amuse me. Hahaha. I'll make her a paper sotong when i'm free. Then we left for J8 coffeebean. Haha. Just chilled and started taking pictures and videos as i got my camera today. Haha. Pity shuenlin la. She's like caught in the whole mess of quitting the council. Its really complicated and seriously irritating. And the fucking school is like making it a crime to quit council. Even the languauge used in the withdrawal form is totally disturbing. But rest assured. If u make the public apology, we'll be the ones applausing. And if you're staying, we'll be the ones supporting. By the way, i've something to announce. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan Wong is the president of the students' council in TPJC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMG. The guy who talked sick with me throughout the 2 years in 3/4 and 4/4. The guy who self-proclaimed the sickest guy to ever step out of CHS. My best buddy baby. I knew i wasnt mixing with the wrong crowd. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and had a long chat with Rachel, my dear primary school friend. So long never talk already la. She's one of my closest friend from primary school. She's still studying hard. Just something for you if you're reading this. We've never seen you differently for what had happened to you. You wont find doom out of a small setback. And for not giving yourself up, we're proud of you already. Work hard. And if you've got problems, i'm here, and so are the rest. Erm, maybe except math, which i'm also in deep shit as well. Well, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own problems to worry about at home. I've spoken less than 5 sentences so far after i reached home. And to my maid, i've been talking to. If there is someone i love now, it would be my grandma. For i've taken her for granted for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some,&lt;br /&gt;The moon represents their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some,&lt;br /&gt;The stars lights up their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some,&lt;br /&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some,&lt;br /&gt;A song would melt souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;A spark would be just,&lt;br /&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Put another dime in the jukebox baby&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/19388903-114657532746896617?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114657532746896617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114657532746896617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-rock-and-roll.html' title='I love rock and roll.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114648835799591535</id><published>2006-05-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:03:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder if take you home, would you still be in love baby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMGP0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMGP0621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &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;This is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swensens gang&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shufen, Limwwei, kevinandhuiyen, and yours truly, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labour Day y'all. Haha. Today was supposed to set aside some time to sit down and study, but no i didnt. Like we all know, i resent studying and i hate school life alot. Went to play soccer with my dear 2/5 friends at lao liu's house. Woah. Tragic. The court forever crowded. Then in a freak incident, in which i tried a wicked left foot curler, the ball missed my target by a few millimetres. However it struck an old lady's head. For a moment, i thought i've killed someone. I felt super fucked. Its really fucked. Luckily she was fine after she blurred for a while. Scared my guts off can?! Left them early to meet the beloved swensens gang. Shufen, Limwwei, k&amp;h. Really a long story. I'll cut it short. We went to have lunch, then arcade, then went my house in woodlands. Haha. Lunch was normal. Arcade was quite fun. But by then, i was almost half asleep. Haha. I never liked visting arcades. And i think i played so much today for free. FREE leh. Just a side note, Shufen was racing daytona with us. Then soon after the race started, she was shouting how her car was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STATIONARY&lt;/span&gt;. Like the speedometer reads a big 0. Then i kindly pointed out that she was not stepping on the accelerator. It was damn comical. Lol. Fellow rocker, shuenlin, couldnt join us as she was 'exhausted' after soccer training. Then we bought 'Wet Dreams 2' to watch at my house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap. They went my house again. Third time already. And its always these people haha. Okay the glutton of the day is huiyen, eat non-stop. Like undisputedly the glutton of the day. Dethroned previous winners in the likes of Shuenlin and defending champion, Shufen. Wet Dreams 2 was abit boring. At times funny, at times boring. Haha.  Its a typical korean 'sexual humour' show. Its either the image or the content. I fell asleep for quite awhile. Haha. Must be having my own wet dreams. Haha. NO. They had to leave early haha. My mum would go broke soon if they come so often. The five of us actually symmetrical today. Just check out the colours.&lt;br /&gt;What a day. Though arcade was never fun to me. Though korean movies are not my cup of tea. Though i would loved to have burger king to KFC. I must say, with these bunch of people , i've found myself. In them, i saw numerous things. I saw what i wanted. I saw the affinity we 5 had shared since the start of the year. I saw the fun times we had spent together. I saw how much of good in me i owe to them. I saw my life. And, i saw the future. Though it pains to fall back into reality and realise i'm left to fight for myself now. It was hard to bid goodbye at khatib. And i really wanted to take down to AMK or Bishan again. But no. It was really hard. Cos i really didnt know what to say other than maybe 'see you soon'. How i wish everyday could be like this. But everyday's NOT like this. In fact, we get together like this only once/twice in two weeks. We're all busy and stuff like that. It wasnt like this you know. It wasnt. It could have been fine alright. Shufen could and would have changed her option if she knew Shuenlin was changing. Limwwei would be in NYJC if her appeal wasnt successful. Kevin could have stayed if not for his unexpected failed appeals. Like what i've told jiawei yesterday night, its damn saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall occupy my mind with things to do other than to think of the past. GP common test coming up. Better not screw up. And math lecture test coming up man. SCARY. Just pray that i wont fail too badly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, today was really happy. Thanks for making my day. My deepest heart-felt thank you to the 4 of you. I LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shufen is our rockstars! bassist ok?! She plays &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BASS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;claranet&lt;/span&gt;. Dont kope her to your beggars teng huiyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;:  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114648835799591535?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114648835799591535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114648835799591535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonder-if-take-you-home-would-you.html' title='wonder if take you home, would you still be in love baby?'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114641762432722186</id><published>2006-04-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:20:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria. Show me some spanish moves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/chelsea_lampard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/chelsea_lampard2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Champions of England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Where'd the beautiful game died to?!&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;Haha alright. Chelsea finally crowned, not like we didnt knew they would. For the most part of this year, they look like worthy champions of England with their level of play and consistency and of course, the fortunes of a championship team. I'm not a great follower of the EPL, but it seems to me that the league is no longer the best league in the footballing world. Dominating as Chelsea were this season, i would rather Barcelona to win the La Liga(of course i want Real Madrid more). We all know the story, how a sugar daddy came one day and bought his new toy, the Chelsea FC which was in shambles. He threw in his spare change from his coin pouch to patch up this little toy that he had. And bam! He assembled a world beating team, capable of challenging anyone in the world. He hired the the 'Special One' at world record wages and even hired a business brain who was a die-hard red devil. In essence, money talks; bullshit walks. Money cant buy style. In football, in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Real Madrid. I'm a semi- Man Utd fan. I do catch their matches. Sorry but the last time Real and Man Utd met, real won. Haha. 6-5 aggregate i think. Beckham scored 2 goals off the bench. And for the uninitiated, he's a madrid player now. Real Madrid plays attractive football, so do Man Utd and Arsenal, so does Barcelona. Dont talk bout italian clubs. Haha. And the haven of the beautiful game, BRAZIL. Gasps. Since the world cup is just round the corner, and i've subscribed to world cup coverage already, i'll be backing brazil for the cup. Yea baby. Samba prevails. And Rooney's injured. So now its Messi v Robinho. Oh wait, is Robinho even gonna start? Since Brazil boasts talent like Ronaldinho, Kaka, Emerson, Juninho Pernambucano, Ze Roberto, Emerson, Baptista, Diego, i dont see why the Real Madrid no. 10 would start. Haha. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronaldinho the brazilian one-man show. Ronaldo, fat and deadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Its gonna be brazil's truimph. More than that, it'll be the flair over bore. It'll be stepovers over long balls. It'll be gung-ho over defensive walls. It'll be the beautiful game over the boring chelsea game. Yeap. Thats about it for soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite boring. Did a little math on graphing techniques. Then went over to woodlands to chill a little at my other house. Then my dear mum drove me out for dinner at some random place. All Thai dishes, woah damn damn nice. I liked it. Then she made bird nest for me leh. Enjoy right? Haha. I always try savour every moment with my mum since i dont get to see her often. Caught up with her about my school life, my 'girls' school life'. Haha. She's cool as ever. I was like: "eh ma, my friends got watch this korean show on channel U leh, u got watch not?" She went " I finished it on DVD already." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, since they would be holding a 0604 group discussion on tmr's outting. Haha. They coming to my house again. Woodlands holiday inn, not khatib pig sty. So anyone whos interested and free. Please come. The more the merrier. I miss this kind of conversations la. Like nowadays we dont do this kind of talking that often, or should i say we rarely talk like this. Shufen is always busy offline, and when she's online i'm offline. Sian. Plenty to catch up. Then Limwwei and kevinandhuiyen always talking bout blading, which dont interest me at all. Jiawei, sighs, talk to him everyday until sian already. Haha. Actually after everyone left, i talked to him 1-1. Haha. It was very nice chatting with you jiawei. Now you know it, i'm just a simple man who loves simple things. And now u know how things can easily slip from our grasp. Like u said, its quite sad. No its not about his dead hamster. Haha. Please dont take my 'colourful language' to heart yeah? I dont mean them, and i'm sorry if it offended you in a way( i believe its just another of your gay whines). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's someday to look forward to, since i'll be meeting the swensens' gang. Yeah baby. At last. I'm feeling excited already. 1 a.m. in the morning. Just pray these are not false excitement and false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on your side. Sheryl Crow feat. Sting. What a great song. Check it out eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DEBUT PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;A rockstars&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; megawatt smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;rockstars&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19388903-114641762432722186?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114641762432722186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114641762432722186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/maria-show-me-some-spanish-moves.html' title='Maria. Show me some spanish moves.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114632913455753272</id><published>2006-04-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:48:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the troubled, sad, and for myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For the troubled, sad, and for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well mama told me, when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Said sit beside me, my only son&lt;br /&gt;And listen closely to what I say&lt;br /&gt;And if you do this, it'll help you some sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or take your time don't live to fast&lt;br /&gt;Troubles will come and they will pass&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a woman and you'll find love&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget that there's is a someone up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt; a simple kind of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt; a something you love and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby be a simple kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you do this for me son if you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget your lust for the rich man's gold&lt;br /&gt;All that you need now is in your soul&lt;br /&gt;And you can do this(oh baby)if you try&lt;br /&gt;All that I want from you my son is to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;You'll find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else&lt;br /&gt;And you can do this(oh baby)if you try&lt;br /&gt;All that I want from you my son is to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Man-Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put today behind us. It wasnt really down to who's fault. I'm sorry and everyone's sorry. Lets not let this small little set back taint our fragile friendships, cause i felt the crack on the surface, and i dont like it. But to think of it, i was really really really hurt. And a little angry. It just trips me to feel cheated. I've to thank jamesandshuenlin and phyllis, cos in the end, perhaps for me, they didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a decent time at kbox. At times emo(not me), at times crazy(me). Haha. Then went dinner at chomp chomp. The food was excellent. Then had so much to talk about. I'm not gonna blog here la, since its really quite personal stuff. Just some things i wanted to say, but havent got the mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuenlin: Haha, crazy woman. You're blessed with a nice family and a caring boyfriend like James. Your worries are probably over the whole council thing and yea, we're behind you no matter what you do. Crazy woman, enjoy ur life Cos i'm so jealous of this wholesome life that you have. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: You're really cool to hang out with. And you're really nice la. Thanks for the great time. And i've probably talked to you more today than the past 4 months combined. Haha. I hope we make great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis: I dont know what to say. Its really not down to who's fault already. And i dont blame you. We forgive each other all the time, and this shall be it. Dont get too sad over the past and stuff like that. You have your problems just like i have mine. After hearing yours, i think mine are worse, but thats not my point. Although i cant help much, i can just shut up and play a good listening ear. Sometimes its good to let go of the past. See if your hands are always full, how can you ever carry new things? Same thing goes with your life. Cheers alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in this constant purge of trauma,&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;It bit so hard,&lt;br /&gt;These wounds wont seem heal.&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something to fall on.&lt;br /&gt;But its simply not there.&lt;br /&gt;Not at home.&lt;br /&gt;It was alright.&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all this,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be as simple,&lt;br /&gt;As ending it.&lt;br /&gt;Not now,&lt;br /&gt;But when i've no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114632913455753272?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114632913455753272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114632913455753272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-troubled-sad-and-for-myself.html' title='For the troubled, sad, and for myself.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19388903.post-114614367216548601</id><published>2006-04-27T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:14:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cure for the itch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/1600/IMG06%7E43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/431/1482/400/IMG06%7E43.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; every now and then you come to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when your name was called, you found a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that I was always on your side&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;Its a thursday once again. 4 days of fatigue and laziness stacked up and how would you feel? U'll feel just like me. That enticement to continue rotting and slacking feels so irresistable. I cant help but fall asleep during lectures and sometimes during tutorials as well. Got back our human geog test today. 7/12. William Yeo said its a good start, so yeah, good start baby. We went out to Macdonalds after first period. Nowadays, theres no guard at the doors. Then the P.E. teachers conducting lessons also dont care what we are doing, which was basically sneaking out of school at 9.15 a.m. Nvm that, we had our nice breakfast at Macs before deciding to go to Phyllis' house again. Sorry for my wrong words ok? The best place to just chill and rot and ENJOY THE AIRCON. Thanks for the hospitality again. Wanted to mug for econs, but sadly we didnt. Haha. We were late for H1 lessons. So me and the beggars(justina and huiyen) decided to pon. Shuenlin and Phyllis took cab back. Haha. The beggars and i went to bishan to HAVE LUNCH. Note that we ate breakfast, then went slacking, then ate lunch. Phyllis joined us cos her H1 teacher missing again. H1 lit like abit slack sia. Haha. Then ate at mos burger while the others did their geog tutorial, i was slacking, partly because i've done it at home. Huiyen was like shocked when i said i've done it. Talking bout huiyen, she can just go and die and burn in hell. I trusted her again. She lied so blatantly to me again. Fuck. Go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the weekend to come. Might be a busy weekend this weekend. Plus, its a long one with Labour Day on monday. Nice one. Havent went out in a while already. All i know is monday is swensens gang. Miss all of them la, like madly missing them. Insanely missing them. And i havent talked to them in quite a while. Plenty of catching up to do i guess. Alright something to look forward to, at last. Then Saturday also planning to go out i think. But i got bowling training. My dad coming back i think, or is he? Nvm, i shall plan properly. So we'll see alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuenlin's quitting students' council.&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis quitted drama.&lt;br /&gt;I'm smelling my impending 'forced retirement' from bowling.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll all be CCA-less.&lt;br /&gt;Now we rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;br /&gt;This isn't how it's really meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;No it isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on your side- Sheryl Crow feat. Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19388903-114614367216548601?l=shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114614367216548601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19388903/posts/default/114614367216548601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakewellbeforeuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/cure-for-itch.html' title='cure for the itch.'/><author><name>tky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03331308196523316424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
