<?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-15381796</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:11:38.343+08:00</updated><category term='great cadets . .'/><category term='pointless entry.'/><title type='text'>eeyore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8179340578067091790</id><published>2011-04-07T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T02:18:44.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been so long since..........&lt;div&gt;I last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I last allowed myself to act like a 5 year old child, throwing silly tantrums and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never felt that becoming a Vi was the worst decision in my life, until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to know if those words you spoke were what you really meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wait, I'm so sick of us, having to act as if we're having a secret affair, and being so ashamed that we can't even mention each other's names out loud without acting like we've committed murder. Fuck. Yeah, actually in some sense, I'm totally the third party. The third party who messed everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This however, only in a friend-friend context. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'm sick of it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to the Vi bit, fuck, sometimes people have to get their facts right first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be so fucking quick to jump to conclusion can?? I don't feel like I need to explain anything to anyone, but that was the last straw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. I'm useless. I don't contribute. What the fuck am I a Vi for then right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck. Do you all have any idea what Vi means? It means Volunteer Instructor. VOLUNTEER right? It doesn't mean I have to slog my ass out for it. I volunteer my time. I volunteer my expertise. I volunteer to help out. Is it that hard to fucking understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70% - Reluctant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30% - I should just do it, since I've been in RC for my whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then people made the percentages change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Aiya, just join lah, if you don't like or got no time, later then say. You can MIA one what, just join lah. Join lah. Okay? '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Fucking not okay' is what I should have said back then. Damn stupid. I feel damn stupid now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'How to quit ah?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; with regards to additions on my body, does that make me any different from who I am? I am still the same fucking person all of you know. What's so hard to accept? You knew me first before my additions. YOU KNEW me FIRST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8179340578067091790?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8179340578067091790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8179340578067091790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8179340578067091790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8179340578067091790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-has-been-so-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1121640840260261222</id><published>2009-11-09T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:23:15.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really don't know why I'm feeling what I'm feeling right now. Its like, the sudden emptiness; a huge hole that I've been sucked into temporarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been a real long time since I felt this way, not to mention, I don't really like this feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I kinda wish that there's something I can hold onto right now, maybe someone? Or something? Anything. There used to be people I could call straightaway - hence erasing this feeling totally, now, I'm not sure. Everyone seems to be caught up in their own lives - which IS of course, the correct way. Things change, &amp;amp; people move on. But then sometimes, I just want to stand still. Will there be anyone left in my radius? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1121640840260261222?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1121640840260261222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1121640840260261222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1121640840260261222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1121640840260261222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-dont-know-why-im-feeling-what.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1996103826630240408</id><published>2009-10-01T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:30:04.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Sometimes I try so hard, but all I get is rejection from you. I give up, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I say this to myself everytime things do not work out, but I have never given up. And thing is, most of the time, I don't know what I've done wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now: Fine, suit yourself. I'm not going to be the only one that is giving. You have to do your part for things to work. But know that I'll still be here, as I always foolishly am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1996103826630240408?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1996103826630240408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1996103826630240408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1996103826630240408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1996103826630240408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-try-so-hard-that-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6186268686268626173</id><published>2009-09-27T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:53:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/Sr5U_YU43OI/AAAAAAAAA48/uSZ_tg0p0Xc/s1600-h/macarons!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385835652220247266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/Sr5U_YU43OI/AAAAAAAAA48/uSZ_tg0p0Xc/s320/macarons!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new obsession. Macarons, not MacaroOns. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/Sr5UJxJImnI/AAAAAAAAA40/HsI5kMQpAOU/s1600-h/macarons!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6186268686268626173?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6186268686268626173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6186268686268626173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6186268686268626173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6186268686268626173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-obsession.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/Sr5U_YU43OI/AAAAAAAAA48/uSZ_tg0p0Xc/s72-c/macarons!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2457819316908998431</id><published>2009-08-11T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:48:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having said that, I am aware of the love I'm still showered with by my family and friends (fivesome&amp;amp;allwhocelebratedmybdaywithmetoday). It was a wonderful birthday this year, though miles apart from the one I had in sec 3 though &lt;em&gt;I foolishly returned a present that I had not even taken a glance at.&lt;/em&gt; My family brought me to Swensens for ice-cream buffet, &amp;amp; friends celebrated for me at Marina Barrage. A happy 17th, and I have lots of people to thank for their bday wishes. Its not gonna be a public mention, but I definitely have all your names remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks again, fivesome, for setting the sky-high benchmark with regards to what friendship could be. Though we seem to be drifting, I'm glad that we still take each others special day into serious consideration. If its possible, I'd like to be there for everyone of you, just like how you've been there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Could you let me into your world again? Like how you did when we were in sec 1?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp; could we be what we used to be, in sec 3? When we indulged in playful abandon?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2457819316908998431?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2457819316908998431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=2457819316908998431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2457819316908998431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2457819316908998431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/08/having-said-that-i-am-aware-of-love-im.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2780203955572344130</id><published>2009-08-11T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:31:30.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I remember, it was not long ago that I still had the burning passion to blog. Though I sieved my words thoroughly before publishing a post, at least I knew I had put down my words somewhere. But now, I don't get the feeling to blog anymore. Because life is just life. When I wake up in the morning, I have nothing to look forward to - nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Amkss, I would spring out of bed whenever I had to wake up earlier for RC related stuffs, no matter how tired I was. In Ijc, I would get out of bed enthusiastically for the thought of friends kept me going, despite the dreadful lessons and ahem, teachers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now in SP, though I have more freedom, and am in the course I tried so hard to get in for, life feels empty. For the people whom I have met, can never be compared to those of previous months and years. Say perhaps its because I am afterall in, a drama course, &amp;amp; drama ppl tend to be different from others, in the sense that everything to them, is but drama. Life's drama. We are the actors. That is why, I don't get to see the real 'them'. They are actors, they act. I don't know when to trust, nor who to trust. How I miss 0924A, where everyone is real. Everyone is sensitive; I feel comfortable with them. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They give me everything that I can offer them in return.&lt;/span&gt; But its now gone; then I ask myself,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; if I had made the right decision to leave?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words can't express how much I miss them, and neither can miles, the distance we have already drifted.&lt;/span&gt; I am sad, but things are what they are now b'cus of the decisions I made. Its no one's fault; just a cruel joke heaven plays occassionally for humour. I don't wish to sound pathetic, but every day of my poly life I tell myself, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tmr'll be a better day&lt;/span&gt;". Who am I trying to kid? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claire's dealt me a big blow. I feel dumb because I do not know how to rebutt her sacarsm. I don't deny that she makes me feel small, I'm just mad as I'm not able to protect myself in a sacarstic return. What terrible shame, that I left her step all over me, flattening me into nothing more than a pancake; whilst I wasted precious seconds trying to process her sacarsm. Shame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wish... the world was full of pink bunny rabbits."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2780203955572344130?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2780203955572344130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=2780203955572344130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2780203955572344130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2780203955572344130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remember-it-was-not-long-ago-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4201266557363527948</id><published>2009-06-10T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:07:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Had floorball on Monday, it was physical trng &amp;amp; now my whole body's aching. It was fun though, reminded me of the floorball trng in NP(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was spent with SP rchn. Interaction then BBQ. Met new ppl, and we talked a lil' while BBQ-ing for the guys! Then Manwei taught us how to make honey hotdogs. While we were talking, both Manwei and Jessie randomly said I look like I'm from Basketball. Cool huh. =D I went home after the BBQ but the rest stayed the night. Then today we climbed Bukit Timah, yes with my muscle ache, but it was good bonding! Since 4 of the Year 1s including me used to be from RC, with one now a VI, we could say cheers and talk about experiences in sec sch while climbing those torturous steps. At least we have a common topic is what I'm saying:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then at the summit, we saw a couple having lunch(homemade!). They were so sweet, I couldn't help but comment to M and J. Manwei asked if i'm jealous, of course I am! HAHA, well too bad luh, I'll just have to wait. =( We returned to SP after a 'bonding' session up at the summit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Digressing; have I mentioned that I have a 1000 word AD essay and a lifespan Psych presentation to complete? Dang, and time flies when its the holidays! I can't wait for the movie tmr! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, this is a random &amp;amp; incoherent post. Till I blog again, tata:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4201266557363527948?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4201266557363527948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4201266557363527948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4201266557363527948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4201266557363527948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-floorball-on-monday-it-was-physical.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5860111849011490359</id><published>2009-06-07T10:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:47:09.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I felt proud, ecstatic even to watch you girls take over. Ask me why, when it should by right no longer matter because I'm just a &lt;em&gt;senior&lt;/em&gt;. But I couldn't; couldn't just let this moment sink in, nor the reality that I became a &lt;em&gt;senior&lt;/em&gt; a year ago. My thoughts were just hauled away to the times when we had so much laughter, &amp;amp; tears- in the past. Was it just me, who foolishly still remembers these memories? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Memories of you girls holding coke bottles running after us, till you got caught; &amp;amp; the last trng before our POP when Qh &amp;amp; I ran away, you girls gave chase when we thought you wouldn't; &amp;amp; the time we went to sumo house then to mine, those kept playing in my mind, exactly what I told &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;; cause &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; asked, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; bothered &amp;amp; cared. Then the KFC visits? Were we the only ones who remembered? How we made so much noise, oblivious to the other customers, playing amongst ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; most recently when you 2 came over for 'PT', again, was I the only who remembers? It was the growing process, the metamorphosis like caterpillar to butterfly; those good &amp;amp; bad times that we got over together that I cherish so much, unable to let go. I hate myself for not letting go. I want to forget, to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like how everyone else does. But it just wasn't in me to forget, &amp;amp; it isn't in me now nor in the future to forget. Whilst standing where I was yesterday, my eyes inadvertently marked out the routes we took to run away from you girls, as well as the places in this beloved school that means so much. Tell me I'm mad, tell me I'm crazy; but I was just reminiscing, you can't blame me for that. It felt so good after my episode, I felt relieved; relieved that I have let everything out, though the memories still stays crystal clear in my messed-up brain, I promise to try not to let them hurt anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5860111849011490359?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5860111849011490359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5860111849011490359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5860111849011490359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5860111849011490359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-felt-proud-ecstatic-even-to-watch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1198597717549863091</id><published>2009-06-04T22:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:44:08.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWW, sorry blog, for abandoning you! (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back. Hmm, though its random but I do want to post about IJ.&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, whilst lying in bed, thoughts of IJ just flashed by. Like literally!&lt;br /&gt;I could see every part of IJ crytal-clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pictured the hall, the staircases, the bookshop, the canteen, the LTs, the field, the route I took with Xx on the first day of school, the route I took when I got locked out of both side gates, the toilet where Laysee &amp;amp; I ran to to hide from the water bombs. The classrooms, &amp;amp; how I panicked when I couldn't find the class I was supposed to go to on the first day of school yet had no classmate's number..The library; the horrid room where we did our GP podcast, where we had minor fights over laptop issues &amp;amp; got scolded by Ms Maxine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; of course, CCA day, when we went to the DJ room for the first time, in the library. The first time I met you, your warm touch as you led me to look for JinXiang, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; guy who attacked Laysee &amp;amp; I in the FEMALE bathroom! Then coincidentally you were Pizza's GL, &amp;amp; you remembered me from CCA day! I was elated. I interviewed &amp;amp; got into exco, like you. Acquaintances; but it was meant to be more, just that I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then there was the huge LT, where we had Maths and Chinese &amp;amp; the LT we go to for Lit.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, &amp;amp; the piano, at the backstage of the hall and the gallery where we witnessed the receiving of A lvl Chinese results. She cried buckets of joyous tears for her A; silently we cried together with her. Also not forgetting the Bio classroom, where I spent half the time dozing off in the afternoon heat to the lull of Ms Malini's words. Beside it was the track, where we had PE &amp;amp; we would run together. Lily! (: The high jumps and the long jumps, with the cool Ms Agnes:D &amp;amp; horrible Ms AshleyD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; outside the staffroom, CALVIN &amp;amp; YB.(aww, I miss you CALVIN!:D) &amp;amp; it was where we used to have Econs test with Ms Tan Tong Yin. Now she's also left IJ...to further her studies I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changed, perhaps only Syanni's laughter remains? LOL, its contagious. But I miss it, miss them. However all its gonna be is a distant memory, fading as time goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1198597717549863091?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1198597717549863091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1198597717549863091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1198597717549863091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1198597717549863091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww-sorry-blog-for-abandoning-you-well.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8245903986328684626</id><published>2009-05-01T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:02:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freak. I realised I haven't blogged since Poly started. Well y'know, life has been so awesome cause of the timetable and the friends(: woohoo! Imagine how I'd be slogging my guts out if I were still in IJC;D Haha, but of course there are still things/people I miss in IJC luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, lessons in poly are difficult, especially drama and voice. When almost everyone else in your class has drama background and you don't, it is inevitable that you'd freak out; well, just a little bit. Words of encouragement came pouring in after the first Claire Devine's lesson on voice; like how it takes time to build up on your confidence during public speaking, and how they'd help me pull through. Aww, so sweet(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm now into week 2 of school, &amp;amp; definitely enjoying Hans Lee's classes on introduction to Psychology. It is tough lugging my 2kg laptop as well as the equally heavy Psychology textbook to school a few days of the week, but scarily, I am thankful for the free muscle-toning exercise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh &amp;amp;&amp;amp;, it is interesting how there are jamming studios, karaoke rooms, cafes, gyms, swimming pools, 6 foodcourts and tons of other facilities open for us to use. Envision the huge campus; walking from CASS to perhaps, CLS, could be 1.6km? Haha, I don't know if I'm exaggerating, but in short, it would be considered exercise to walk from east to west of the campus. Cool huh, so not. That's because of the current temperature changes which produces sweltering heat waves and leaves everyone feeling annoyed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, uhhm, digressing, I hope I can meet up with the 4 soon. Its been a loooooooooong time alr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I shall continue with my journals. Cya.(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331515281765845714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/Sf1Y5rQ4StI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WHNZTdnT8EY/s320/PIZZA+nma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its ironic how I miss them even though I've interacted with them only for a day during NMA camp. I'm glad I didn't skip camp to go for Barrie's b'day though I missed out on some fun; &amp;amp; Barrie, your present's still with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will I get to see you again??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8245903986328684626?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8245903986328684626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8245903986328684626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8245903986328684626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8245903986328684626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/05/freak.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/Sf1Y5rQ4StI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WHNZTdnT8EY/s72-c/PIZZA+nma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2825222871854816318</id><published>2009-04-09T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:25:23.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know what, I very much feel like crap now &lt;em&gt;as well&lt;/em&gt;, not to mention, on the verge of pathetic tears. Dang. Please ask me why I've become such an asshole, or to a large extent, an &lt;em&gt;insecure freak&lt;/em&gt; since I've left school. Truthfully, I really don't know why; which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realise I'm getting distant from the things or people I'm so used to. Its was my wont to just type out a message and send it to ____ without reviewing it. But now, I review my message 2 or 3 times before sending it out. It was my wont to ask anything, personal or whatever to ________ anytime, and get an honest &amp;amp; prompt reply. Now, I don't dare to anymore. There's so much more that I'm used to...but much more that I'll have to get used to as people have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling, it is incessantly lingering in my gut. Like a benign tumour; its not detrimental, however it just gallingly causes a significant amount of pain. Ouch. Ooh well, I guess that's how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I'm not being 'emo' okay. I'm just, uhhh, exasperated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2825222871854816318?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2825222871854816318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=2825222871854816318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2825222871854816318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2825222871854816318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/04/yknow-what-i-very-much-feel-like-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1535682441364078365</id><published>2009-03-29T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:44:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54c-BAZ3MOo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54c-BAZ3MOo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLEASE VIEW!! It is an excellent video, definitely worth your 5 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great job you girls. You did yourselves proud, as well as the whole unit proud. Champion is what you deserve. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1535682441364078365?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1535682441364078365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1535682441364078365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1535682441364078365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1535682441364078365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4023912769057502180</id><published>2009-03-27T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:04:00.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kinda depressed at like, 1 am. Why? Cause I feel disregarded. Perhaps I expect too much, too much from people,-mere people whom I've barely known for less than 2 months. I suppose I expected way more. I guess their &lt;em&gt;pernicious&lt;/em&gt; words were just meant as a slight joke to brighten up their &lt;em&gt;insipid&lt;/em&gt; lives. Y'know, Jc students currently have no life-s. But I have a life, I'm now a Poly student. Can't you see I can't take such jokes? Can't you see how much it all means to me? Can't you see each word of yours cleaving through this frangible heart of mine! No, you can't. You're blinded by the &lt;em&gt;callous&lt;/em&gt; Math, &lt;em&gt;insensitive&lt;/em&gt; Geography, &lt;em&gt;uncaring&lt;/em&gt; Literature,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;obdurate &lt;/em&gt;Economics, &lt;em&gt;merciless&lt;/em&gt; GP, &lt;em&gt;pitiless &lt;/em&gt;Chinese and &lt;em&gt;savage&lt;/em&gt; PW. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darn, I am just matter-of-factly debating with myself at this &lt;em&gt;timely&lt;/em&gt; hour. I should to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4023912769057502180?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4023912769057502180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4023912769057502180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4023912769057502180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4023912769057502180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/kinda-depressed-at-like-1-am.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-7687825238414685622</id><published>2009-03-22T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:43:06.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Natasha's leaving IJC with me(: though we're going to different poly-s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-7687825238414685622?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7687825238414685622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=7687825238414685622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7687825238414685622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7687825238414685622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/natashas-leaving-ijc-with-me-though.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6566479266872958503</id><published>2009-03-20T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:30:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm leaving ___. Tough decision, afterall I feel the slightest bit attached to ___ alr; money aside. Our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disparate clique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the relevant teachers and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;same names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think I might just miss them. A single tear? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It shouldn't be, we're not that close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A.QH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No more Chinese podcasts. No more 800 word GP essays. No more incomprehendable Math sequences&amp;amp;series. No more &lt;em&gt;too short&lt;/em&gt;s for Literature compare&amp;amp;contrast. No more elasticity for the dreadful Econs. No more PW with S's favourite Mr SeeTho. Lastly, no more PE's &lt;em&gt;hate Ashley&lt;/em&gt; campaign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6566479266872958503?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6566479266872958503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6566479266872958503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6566479266872958503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6566479266872958503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-9123772480384534262</id><published>2009-03-08T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:37:08.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I suddenly realised I'm kinda incorporating literature into my entries! I'm elated yo! Haha, can you see the personification, metaphors and similes??? And of course, IMAGERY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, literature really rocks. I love Professor Brenda Flanagan lots and lots! She was so confident, and absolutely calm even when faced with like 100 IJC lit students. I would have trembled, and my words would crumble if I were standing where she stood. I am inspired. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-9123772480384534262?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9123772480384534262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=9123772480384534262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/9123772480384534262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/9123772480384534262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-suddenly-realised-im-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5113845781511464553</id><published>2009-03-08T15:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:33:30.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;NMA camp, a little bit of a disaster. Hmm, I feel really apologetic towards those GLs, to dampen their high spirits at that point of time. My back is still killin' me, but it ain't their fault. It just got worse after desperately trying to steer clear of the impending avalanche of waterbombs. I literally stuck to the sides of the cubicle, almost like a starfish; while hearing Laysee boldly challenge them to stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I deduce this incident plunged both victim and attacker into &lt;em&gt;deep reflection&lt;/em&gt; of each's actions, &amp;amp; Guilt struck each of us like a bullet to the brain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sat in sheer silence on the canteen bench, till Syanni started out with her jokes that left us gasping for air(--&gt;Laysee). Afterwards, it was back to silence. Everyone was dead tired by then, &amp;amp; we could feel this massive strain on our muscles. Lily and I missed dinner, &amp;amp; careful not to disturb the rest, we sat together at one table; our heads pressed into our elbows. Silence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When dinner was over, there was area cleaning. Then we proceeded to lt2 for a debrief, before we were dismissed. Sighh, but the &lt;em&gt;opportunity cost&lt;/em&gt; of going for this disastrous NMA camp was Barrie's 17th birthday 'bash'? Calvin made it sound so great. However I don't regret meeting new friends in NMA as well. (: &amp;amp; meeting the 'same names' made NMA camp even more worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Samantha-Samantha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Qianhui-Qianhui.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vanessa-Vanessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And and, Vanessa and her friend were nice enough to busy themselves with looking for the first aid kit; I needed the deep heat rub for my aching back. It was kinda ironic to see them telling me my condition when I'm a first-aider myself, who used to administer treatment to casualties like myself. However, regardless of that, thanks(: (oh, but its not like they're going to see this) Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't help but be sensitive to their stares. I'm unsure if its because of what they saw, perhaps their impression of me? I try so hard not to let it bother me, but I just can't. I keep probing, probing into the depths of their mind, just to figure out their thoughts. Its blank. I dig deeper, but their thoughts remain invisible to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YIFANG, JULIAN &amp;amp; BARRIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS AMKSIANS SO MUCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5113845781511464553?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5113845781511464553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5113845781511464553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5113845781511464553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5113845781511464553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/nma-camp-little-bit-of-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6375981757505909085</id><published>2009-03-02T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:02:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm no longer deprived of my MOTIVATION! Omg, I'm ecstatic, overwhelmed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6375981757505909085?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6375981757505909085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6375981757505909085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6375981757505909085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6375981757505909085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-no-longer-deprived-of-my-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1212469201560725853</id><published>2009-02-28T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:40:35.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, and Syanni's irritating me now. I should have got a microphone attached to my lappy so I can actually rebutt her! Haha, Syanni, just you wait, I'll get a mic soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1212469201560725853?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1212469201560725853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1212469201560725853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1212469201560725853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1212469201560725853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-and-syannis-irritating-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3908578127171195038</id><published>2009-02-28T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:33:03.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a few more weeks into school. Met new people, I guess they're all nice. Haha, &amp;amp; I'm supposed to blog about my class. Well, teachers are generally nice, and kind, perhaps with the exception of PE teachers. Cough COUGH *Ms Ashley* Okay, yea, and projects are demanding; Lily would understand! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I think I do look forward to going to school every morning, somewhat because there's motivation!! Ahem, but Shermaine doesn't allow me my motivation. Lol, kidding. Hmm, also because in IJ, lectures are carried out in lecture theatres and tutorials in classrooms, so we do abit of walking in between lessons, unlike in amkss, where we sit on the same seat the whole day, in the same boring classroom, unless there's like math or chinese; I tend to be more awake after the changing of rooms in IJ. I admit that I still doze of sometimes, cause the air conditioning in LTs is practically coaxing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, believe it or not, my maths teacher is, MR ANG. But definitely, I prefer Mrs Ang more. (((: Also, I take LITERATURE. Surprising huh, haha, but its kinda&lt;br /&gt;fun, though complex-think (Ms Edwards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm like so bored now. I have tutorials pilling up, but they're just so boring, I don't feel like touching them any time now. Oops. I need motivation la! (: I just wish I have the courage to ask. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3908578127171195038?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3908578127171195038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=3908578127171195038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3908578127171195038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3908578127171195038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-few-more-weeks-into-school.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-745590135875917850</id><published>2009-02-15T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:37:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so its been 2 weeks in Innova. I suppose I'm starting to get used to Jc life. I guess it'd take me a long time to ever find someone I can open myself up to. For now, its sufficient to have good buddies like calvin, yongbang and xx.(: Thanks guys, esp yb, for teaching me tutorial qns that I don't know how to do &amp;amp; for getting the 2 seaweed packets(which costs $3), out of the senseless machine:D 2 years ain't enough for both friendship and studies. I guess in Jc it'd be study all the way then. Hopefully along the way, I'll still be able to pick up a few friendships that I'll cherish very much; just like Sam, Qh, Yf &amp;amp; Edna. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so went to Fairfield Methodist for FDC'o9. The squads performed, and I'm really proud of amkss RCY! You guys tried your best, so don't worry about the mistakes made. The bangings showed significant improvement from normal trngs, and all of you looked really smart. Congrats to all of you for achieving 2nd runner up in North District, and top 12 at National level! Adding to the list of achievements, is AMKSS RCY getting GOLD for Excellence Unit Award(EUA). Celebrations will be next week, so I hope I can make it. Oh ya, and I saw someone that looked exactly like Matthew at Fairfield! &amp;amp; I kept bugging Edna about it. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's about it for this post. I doubt I'll be blogging anytime soon due to my hectic Jc class timetable, which is obviously gonna kill me. Yea, so HAPPY early 17th BIRTHDAY Edna! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302924435555105186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SZfFrZQAOaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/nSaQVBBVLFM/s320/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-745590135875917850?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/745590135875917850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=745590135875917850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/745590135875917850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/745590135875917850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-so-its-been-2-weeks-in-innova.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SZfFrZQAOaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/nSaQVBBVLFM/s72-c/DSC01199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6284301632714008432</id><published>2009-02-03T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:16:34.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd day at Innova.&lt;br /&gt;Its been hell la, literally, to listen to the principal speak for hours at a go.&lt;br /&gt;My legs were kinda rotting already, and I got reaaally restless. The Ogls were nice, no doubt, however it feels as if we were being treated as sec 1s. This 2 days(orientation for JC1s), apart from subject, cca and principal talks, we were doing cheers and games, so similar to UG. However, I have got so used to leading, that I simply forgot how to be the follower; that during cheers and mass dance I looked like a complete asshole. You see, I just didn't know how to enthu like how I used to. Boo. I know its a baaad habit, &amp;amp; with my standard -.- face, walau, I'm like the most stuck-up/dao-er/loser/idiot in my grp, Farmiz(Gerizeco). See, Innova comes up with such cheeem names that until now, I don't even know how to pronounce my grp name. Sighh. I hope tmr will be a better day, where somehow I can don't be so dao &amp;amp; make more friends. Okay, I hope even more that my appeal to Ngee Ann's PCS is successful.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, here's wishing everyone that's appealing good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6284301632714008432?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6284301632714008432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6284301632714008432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6284301632714008432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6284301632714008432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-day-at-innova.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6399434670778348449</id><published>2009-01-31T16:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:10:00.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steamboat(reunion dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQcz1GbaEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9S8G7slSgZc/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297390738447493186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQcz1GbaEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9S8G7slSgZc/s320/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297391944056012674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQd6AV5f4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ja2kls8wvKE/s320/DSC01759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQb6d6MgYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/thxaTjq9MH0/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297389752969625986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQb6d6MgYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/thxaTjq9MH0/s320/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQa-CfdwqI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4_7DOGvUqfM/s1600-h/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297388714817602210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQa-CfdwqI/AAAAAAAAA4E/4_7DOGvUqfM/s320/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQPj-9POaI/AAAAAAAAA38/Uc-pANANRKw/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297376172564232610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQPj-9POaI/AAAAAAAAA38/Uc-pANANRKw/s320/DSC01772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQPTw9OGmI/AAAAAAAAA30/r3CHy2A3zbM/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297375893928155746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQPTw9OGmI/AAAAAAAAA30/r3CHy2A3zbM/s320/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQPC7jEVjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/GOaSY30JEBY/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297375604713477682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQPC7jEVjI/AAAAAAAAA3s/GOaSY30JEBY/s320/DSC01777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQNe-Q4M-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/yRCEbdFMuXk/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297373887455572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQNe-Q4M-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/yRCEbdFMuXk/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQMpCuFr8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ca7ezKNbV8A/s1600-h/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372960938897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQMpCuFr8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ca7ezKNbV8A/s320/DSC01785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQMXFKYsbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fFst6K-cCxM/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372652356809138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQMXFKYsbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/fFst6K-cCxM/s320/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQMBo5PeqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/QXg72Fkuba8/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372283991456418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQMBo5PeqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/QXg72Fkuba8/s320/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQLz1IT8JI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lxciu3EziGA/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297372046757720210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQLz1IT8JI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lxciu3EziGA/s320/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6399434670778348449?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6399434670778348449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6399434670778348449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6399434670778348449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6399434670778348449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/steamboatreunion-dinner-ddd.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQcz1GbaEI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9S8G7slSgZc/s72-c/DSC01760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3392627751594150876</id><published>2009-01-31T15:37:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:27:27.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2/2o6 chalet((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQF76ayoVI/AAAAAAAAA20/uJogB9te-fs/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365588546593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQF76ayoVI/AAAAAAAAA20/uJogB9te-fs/s320/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQFqoD1JPI/AAAAAAAAA2s/evToCJaXwvA/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365291560674546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQFqoD1JPI/AAAAAAAAA2s/evToCJaXwvA/s320/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365997840547618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQGTvKEvyI/AAAAAAAAA28/WkkgeB_jSy0/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQFbm6_ueI/AAAAAAAAA2k/pFm3iD9EhYM/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297365033557146082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQAopRxlVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/035a1MFvTbs/s320/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQAZwQe2GI/AAAAAAAAA0M/uOQGsJaAe0k/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359504145307746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQAZwQe2GI/AAAAAAAAA0M/uOQGsJaAe0k/s320/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQAJJhh5BI/AAAAAAAAA0E/KSZt3u2bVuA/s1600-h/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359218869920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQAJJhh5BI/AAAAAAAAA0E/KSZt3u2bVuA/s320/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP_9RJd_UI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7hZxIKgH-vg/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359014758055234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP_9RJd_UI/AAAAAAAAAz8/7hZxIKgH-vg/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was quite a success. Biggest thanks to Sam:D &amp;amp; the night cycling rocks big time. We cycled from Aloha Loyang to Changi Village, I think we cycled for about 5 hours straight! Also, the meals were really good, for we all helped to prepare them:DD More chalets must come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3392627751594150876?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3392627751594150876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=3392627751594150876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3392627751594150876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3392627751594150876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/22o6-chalet-chalet-was-quite-success.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYQF76ayoVI/AAAAAAAAA20/uJogB9te-fs/s72-c/DSC01691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6249208988214303748</id><published>2009-01-31T14:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:37:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP-Za7QNXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dBfHNiU-61w/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297357299395868018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP-Za7QNXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dBfHNiU-61w/s320/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP8qXKALkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/fEHHYzZ4-tg/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297355391418510914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP8qXKALkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/fEHHYzZ4-tg/s320/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP8YsffljI/AAAAAAAAAzk/JV4WporLBSc/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297355087908148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP8YsffljI/AAAAAAAAAzk/JV4WporLBSc/s320/DSC01551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP8GQJgxJI/AAAAAAAAAzc/sQCjKelNjgA/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297354771062113426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP8GQJgxJI/AAAAAAAAAzc/sQCjKelNjgA/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP76P-WICI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n2nEzIJRyl0/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297354564856848418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP76P-WICI/AAAAAAAAAzU/n2nEzIJRyl0/s320/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP7nF_x-PI/AAAAAAAAAzM/halGq7NdG5M/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297354235760998642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP7nF_x-PI/AAAAAAAAAzM/halGq7NdG5M/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP7aXxobPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/CBU1fJGQqZ0/s1600-h/DSC01566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297354017195191538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP7aXxobPI/AAAAAAAAAzE/CBU1fJGQqZ0/s320/DSC01566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP67fKD1ZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_F2zbOqyZrI/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297353486600754578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP67fKD1ZI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_F2zbOqyZrI/s320/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP6ppAGqzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9_MJ7q-5bOw/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297353180005706546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP6ppAGqzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9_MJ7q-5bOw/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP5Q0cBT7I/AAAAAAAAAys/-QmMSbYYwBg/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297351654067228594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP5Q0cBT7I/AAAAAAAAAys/-QmMSbYYwBg/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4vvWDkDI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d3Ov-Q4gXQ0/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297351085764350002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4vvWDkDI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d3Ov-Q4gXQ0/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grad night bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4iCyAzOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BRDMcuy5gK0/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297350850463714530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4iCyAzOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BRDMcuy5gK0/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whale? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4WeAjHEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9KL9X2AWTlc/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297350651614010434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4WeAjHEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9KL9X2AWTlc/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4JOKfkaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/kMyKOxHF2-M/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297350424022454690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP4JOKfkaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/kMyKOxHF2-M/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP3UsgqLaI/AAAAAAAAAyE/oPvs0-K7u6w/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297349521635421602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP3UsgqLaI/AAAAAAAAAyE/oPvs0-K7u6w/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP24oaoFTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ddVAbE4guUg/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297349039500039474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP24oaoFTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ddVAbE4guUg/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP2p01zCOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ju6i10nxnjI/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297348785137191138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP2p01zCOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ju6i10nxnjI/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP2b9HdMfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/X-JJz7GfEg8/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297348546840572402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP2b9HdMfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/X-JJz7GfEg8/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to the Sony Alpha 300((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6249208988214303748?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6249208988214303748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6249208988214303748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6249208988214303748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6249208988214303748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-were-young-grad-night-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SYP-Za7QNXI/AAAAAAAAAz0/dBfHNiU-61w/s72-c/DSC01559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5172828821976219285</id><published>2009-01-27T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:07:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and I think I'm being really mean to those who asks me about my results. I apologise if I ever sounded mean when I reply or don't reply your enquiries. This is because, I did super badly. Like bad enough, cause my l1r5 = my register number. So, sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5172828821976219285?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5172828821976219285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5172828821976219285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5172828821976219285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5172828821976219285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-and-i-think-im-being-really-mean-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8976020920846803528</id><published>2009-01-14T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:59:30.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog can go rot for all I care! Man, I've neglected this blog for like so long, and so many things have since happened. Like take for example kbox, 2/2 chalet, and steamboat reunion with fellow amksians. &amp;amp; the one really bad thing that happened, something which I don't have a clue how to handle. I guess it'll mark the end of our friendship, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However on the brighter side, I'm playing mahjong almost everyday; its CNY!(:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I'm kinda curious to know which poly I'll be posted to. NP or SP? New school, new life.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. No more looking back, maybe I won't be so silly to make the same mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone enjoy your CNY, and for those who still have school, good luck and study hard! Heh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8976020920846803528?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8976020920846803528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8976020920846803528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8976020920846803528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8976020920846803528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-blog-can-go-rot-for-all-i-care-man.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3541442754818876506</id><published>2009-01-01T16:37:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:28:43.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyH2wf3hiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nLSOPXhCFHs/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286249437427369506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyH2wf3hiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nLSOPXhCFHs/s320/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winny's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyHkcxvHvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HazF_RGYFfY/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286249122895961842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyHkcxvHvI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HazF_RGYFfY/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vivian, don't am chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyHSDj4IjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/l5jOiE13qmA/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248806889300530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyHSDj4IjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/l5jOiE13qmA/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyG1t3giKI/AAAAAAAAAws/i5OrVuqAFQU/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248320029722786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyG1t3giKI/AAAAAAAAAws/i5OrVuqAFQU/s320/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyGYq3xUWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/g3OI7uElI9g/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247821009310050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyGYq3xUWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/g3OI7uElI9g/s320/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aeroplane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyGLMB5x0I/AAAAAAAAAwc/K5R4PKQ_Ye0/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247589392009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyGLMB5x0I/AAAAAAAAAwc/K5R4PKQ_Ye0/s320/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyFf_rUwII/AAAAAAAAAwU/_THgHHn9F2U/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246847341707394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyFf_rUwII/AAAAAAAAAwU/_THgHHn9F2U/s320/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyFNGayR7I/AAAAAAAAAwM/aQnT3yXMCIE/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286246522733873074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyFNGayR7I/AAAAAAAAAwM/aQnT3yXMCIE/s320/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyEEADJT6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Iw9DdL2ShCc/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286245266893655970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyEEADJT6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Iw9DdL2ShCc/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyDysbdPOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7EY51qah31c/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244969569139938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyDysbdPOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/7EY51qah31c/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyDjwg4L-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WW-fHBbxp7s/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244712967581666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyDjwg4L-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WW-fHBbxp7s/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyDCMrXLVI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5TYadnRwzug/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244136412196178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyDCMrXLVI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5TYadnRwzug/s320/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286249754313203954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyIJM_VoPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/yjn4CAkcrkc/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyCxa2-HNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/PbfufQ4NT_U/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243848161205458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyCxa2-HNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/PbfufQ4NT_U/s320/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyBt2UJx7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/-Mi9drMItJg/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242687300257714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyBt2UJx7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/-Mi9drMItJg/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243439343794274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyCZn5TeGI/AAAAAAAAAvc/3Iu-bzNzhUw/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyBevORDKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/L8LXdnbf3kY/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242427698482338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyBevORDKI/AAAAAAAAAvE/L8LXdnbf3kY/s320/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyBHnLEboI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LvqeJbHtRNA/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242030400597634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyBHnLEboI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LvqeJbHtRNA/s320/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243077224865106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyCEi5bHVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oluNPI39xg8/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286250844391994866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyJIp2X9fI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rW7KhdV5NSQ/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286250505093150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyI053OdqI/AAAAAAAAAxU/o_g76NUBhzU/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286251410857757874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyJpoGVjLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/wlNpiQY87QY/s320/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there's food, there's people! Thanks Ms Chan for the snacks. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Ma'am Joanne took most of the photos! Haha don't kill us, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3541442754818876506?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3541442754818876506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=3541442754818876506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3541442754818876506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3541442754818876506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/winnys-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVyH2wf3hiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nLSOPXhCFHs/s72-c/DSC01249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-934680742796586424</id><published>2009-01-01T15:39:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:27:08.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx95RadCjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_Q7aXqtkz7Y/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286238485506492978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx95RadCjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_Q7aXqtkz7Y/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286232235756883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx4NfSCD1I/AAAAAAAAAtk/4brHgXfyTpY/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286228889977421842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx1KvSDABI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fqGnRg0k5Ko/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286227209043885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVxzo5UQu_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/bq5eUJVlpk8/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286227725388125154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx0G82Uk-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/wlkYDs29C28/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx7l2LCuCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/01bvNR2MR7M/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286235952753326114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx7l2LCuCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/01bvNR2MR7M/s320/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286233002764457506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx46Im41iI/AAAAAAAAAt8/u9lXmd72aEk/s320/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286232784150744258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx4taNUTMI/AAAAAAAAAt0/yVDufoZhQfo/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286232516817389218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx4d2UFBqI/AAAAAAAAAts/7iK3pS8_bWg/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286233400499181858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx5RSSPGSI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dPs6KSPoTXU/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286231884078268194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx35BLUPyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/KkA_rkXMXss/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286233990563269330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx5zoceitI/AAAAAAAAAuM/sAVLTyAAbbc/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286235529752269890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx7NOXu1EI/AAAAAAAAAuc/1EzqZiI2kDI/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx6i7EOAnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wEw6tAinD5I/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286234803015647858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx6i7EOAnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/wEw6tAinD5I/s320/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286236571543609362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx8J3WJIBI/AAAAAAAAAus/rBU95GyKbQ4/s320/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Super sinful Christmas goodies! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-934680742796586424?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/934680742796586424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=934680742796586424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/934680742796586424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/934680742796586424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SVx95RadCjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/_Q7aXqtkz7Y/s72-c/DSC00856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-419286471785445404</id><published>2009-01-01T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:15:22.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow sch's re-opening! The holidays sorta just flew by, &amp;amp; its like 2009 alr.&lt;br /&gt;Counted down to 2009 with family friends, but I kinda wanted to join the rest&lt;br /&gt;at East Coast. Ah nvm, at least I got to talk to them. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Its like 11 more days to results, and I can't help but countdown to it. Man, the&lt;br /&gt;anticipation is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results aside, I've finally transferred the pictures from my Sony alpha 300, &amp;amp; they are&lt;br /&gt;like so clear. (((: They'll be posted in the next entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-419286471785445404?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/419286471785445404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=419286471785445404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/419286471785445404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/419286471785445404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow-schs-re-opening-holidays-sorta.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1952821052586997488</id><published>2008-12-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:28:47.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Man, my blog's seriously rotting but I'm just too lazy to update. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Actually there's nothing much to post about, only that I've got my act-pro cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hah, I feel really out of touch with some ppl now, most probably because I haven't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;been attending all the gatherings etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hmm, life after Os is kinda terrible, even though I have all the time in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Its funny that I keep thinking of how I used to sleep in Chemistry class, or Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;class, now that I have time, but in those classes, how I hoped lessons would be over soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ironic. Okay whatever, err &amp;amp; I also can't stop thinking about 12 jan, or is it 15 jan. Damn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;how scary it would be to see unexpectedly-horrible results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Err okay this post is getting nowhere, I shall.. uhh wait till there's something worth to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;post. Till then, Merry Christmas and happy holidays. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1952821052586997488?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1952821052586997488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1952821052586997488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1952821052586997488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1952821052586997488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-my-blogs-seriously-rotting-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-255300610133758147</id><published>2008-11-23T20:50:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:13:41.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O levels are finally over &amp;amp; I'm back! :) After O levels, everyone was like busy preparing for grad night. The feeling of being able to shop freely for our stuff was kinda nice, like we had all the time in the world, but at some point of time, it got a little bit boring. Heh, busy people might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then time passed quick, and grad night was finally here! Lots of pics were taken and everyone looked positively stunning! All the hunks and babes. :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271838162273583890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlU4I-qQxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/l3YzX0QF61I/s320/22+o6+(prom).jpg" border="0" /&gt;2/2 o6, with some ppl missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271838829273523714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlVe9v1pgI/AAAAAAAAAds/UKtcV_-36l0/s320/43+o8+(prom).jpg" border="0" /&gt;4/3 o8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271838942181189090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlVliXH5eI/AAAAAAAAAd0/XaNQ5Fo4CcE/s320/4+of+us+and+Mrs+Chan+(prom).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mrs Chan and the 4 of us(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271839165086747570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlVygv8y7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ptd0Dly-RnA/s320/ms+low+and+the+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uhh, Ms Low and the 5 of us(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shan't show the jing dian photo!! (cause I look bad in it) Bleh! Hahaha. &amp;amp; I didn't bring any camera to take photo with others! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, &amp;amp; there's some photos that were taken during graduation assembly, but due to the nearing O lvls, I didn't post them. So here they are,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271860027447601394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlow3GYaPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MOYR9yfdaaI/s320/22+class+photo+during+graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2/2o6 family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271860276184682930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlo_Vt7EbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CJaFOyjXKgE/s320/43o8+girls!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4/3 girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271860632755056978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlpUGC7MVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/dcXYBTE3OPI/s320/bullies!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271861088646841634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlpuoX_xSI/AAAAAAAAAec/vNTL52oP17E/s320/ks+ds+ms+low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uhhm, feel your goosebumps?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271861509875782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlqHJkzUqI/AAAAAAAAAek/g0PXzd73tR0/s320/%27My+wish%27+by+the+teachers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, this was so touching. I couldn't help but tear.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271862072669922994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlqn6JYZrI/AAAAAAAAAes/aUZg36WrkAY/s320/sam+yl+fin+sk+ms+low+xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271862529903998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlrCheetII/AAAAAAAAAe0/HDnSgxhh48k/s320/Red+Cross+Clique+heh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Us! In the hall during grad assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271862859834177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlrVuj9uCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BWNytoyyvXs/s320/van+yilin(kisskiss!!).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oops!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863018400191218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlre9RDEvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dwZylrkwhoQ/s320/yilin+cynthia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cynthia! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271865177888754530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSltcp_Pi2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/XxqNfJnz4ac/s320/DSC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ms Low and the 2/2 guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271865473811299506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSltt4YrPLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KZfxGsibrko/s320/DSC03890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at my constipated face! (Sam's enjoying it!! Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271866252619978290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlubNrIljI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Kubsx28-KOk/s320/DSC00147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ms Low &amp;amp; the 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, that's all for today. FYI, I'm in Malaysia after travelling around 7 hours by car from home in Spore. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-255300610133758147?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/255300610133758147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=255300610133758147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/255300610133758147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/255300610133758147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-levels-are-finally-over-im-back-after.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33UxC0epg64/SSlU4I-qQxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/l3YzX0QF61I/s72-c/22+o6+(prom).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8176214381410014409</id><published>2008-10-10T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:08:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its farewell assembly today. 4 years in this school, &amp;amp; its finally our turn. I must admit I was really shocked when I was dragged down all the way from the second level by Sam and Yingxin to meet Cheryl and Jacquelyn, seniors that we sent off during graduation assembly 2 years ago. It really brought back memories. Thanks for the chocolates! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The form teachers sang 'My wish', I suppose you could say they sang it from the bottom of their hearts, which made the song even more real. Most students were touched I think, save for Qh(as always - so unfeeling, haha kiddin').&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was definitely reminded of the farewell assembly last year, &amp;amp; when we walked the red carpet to exit, gosh, the stupid tears kept flowing. I fumbled with the cards I wanted to give the teachers, haha &amp;amp; I was so afraid that my hands would tremble and I would drop the stack of cards. The line of students moved slowly, because they were all busy hugging the teachers for the last time. Seeing the teachers' cry, I reckon, made lots of ppl cry too. Haha, but it was definitely comforting to know they would miss us. Oh and I can't believe I hugged Mr Siva. Haha he hugged all the Ug ppl I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then outside the hall, the graduands gathered, &amp;amp; we were met with the beloved sec 2s. I'm elated that they actually took the effort to prepare gifts for us, and come to school just to see us. Thank you Vivian for the cheesecake, I know I still owe you mudpie. (: Then I think I practically went around hugging people. And PinLiang was definitely the &lt;em&gt;jing dian, &lt;/em&gt;he went around hugging the 2/2o6 guys, and then he cried! Pinliang leh! Its so surprising, haha, because normally he'd be going around bullying people. (: Then afterwards was phototaking time. Everyone just went around with their cameras &amp;amp; like grabbed anyone they see to take photos with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, we proceeded to KFC, our usual haunt, for dinner. Julian came along too! Haha, that's rare. Must be because of you-know-who. Ehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, a momentous day, I think I won't ever forget. Especially that hug. (Ehehe, Pinliang, its not yours! Haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, this post isn't that that emo. In fact, its quite cheery. Okay I shall continue with an emo post the next time I blog. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8176214381410014409?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8176214381410014409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8176214381410014409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8176214381410014409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8176214381410014409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-farewell-assembly-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-7710062308732202670</id><published>2008-10-04T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:53:23.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gosh, its been..let me see..more than a month since my last post. Anyway its one more week to farewell assembly, that's fast, huh. Considering the fact that 1 year ago, I'd just attended my seniors'. And also, in 2 weeks time, its O levels! (uhh wow?). There's no more 'oh aiya we still have 3 more chances..2 more chances..', this is the last chance. Oh well, prelim results weren't great, but there's a significant improvement from common test. So let's just hope the plane flying to Cambridge with our O lvls exam scripts don't crash or anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life's now a bore, so there's nothing to post about. Perhaps after Os, I'd be flooding my blog with posts again. I can't wait! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-7710062308732202670?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7710062308732202670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=7710062308732202670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7710062308732202670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7710062308732202670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-503556967073069966</id><published>2008-09-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:15:26.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;天使的烙印主题曲&lt;br /&gt;吕婉嘉 - 就现在&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是你忘记等待&lt;br /&gt;还是逃避我们的未来&lt;br /&gt;每一次都是我忍住泪然后离开&lt;br /&gt;不用说我都已明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;爱情不容需三个人存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;我只是不够他对你依赖 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是不明白最简单的对白&lt;br /&gt;你都说的那么让人觉得不自在&lt;br /&gt;到头来我竟然只剩下一片空白&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;我知道这一切是命运安排&lt;br /&gt;我会明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;回忆只会让人重复受伤害&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t cry&lt;br /&gt;如果泪才学会看清楚未来&lt;br /&gt;把你放开 耿耿于怀 不对你期待&lt;br /&gt;就现在&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-503556967073069966?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/503556967073069966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=503556967073069966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/503556967073069966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/503556967073069966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-be-fine-i-wont-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8596443486845847174</id><published>2008-09-01T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:15:11.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if someone really close to you goes away?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let him/her just slip away?&lt;br /&gt;Even if its only in your dreams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8596443486845847174?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8596443486845847174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8596443486845847174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8596443486845847174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8596443486845847174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-someone-really-close-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1318039452276452953</id><published>2008-08-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:31:05.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post; I must control the strong urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, &amp;amp; so, prelims have officially started and its like 58&lt;br /&gt;days to O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to comment about my performance for the first 2&lt;br /&gt;days of the prelims - first 4 papers. I seriously think I&lt;br /&gt;screwed up all of them. Especially the English paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;I was like in tremendous discomfort la! The &lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt; disabled&lt;br /&gt;me to fully concentrate. Man, I think I'll be failing English&lt;br /&gt;again. I think I'm so disadvantaged! &amp;amp; Mrs Ismail set a&lt;br /&gt;killer paper for Geography, and I don't have much&lt;br /&gt;common sense, so I couldn't crap out perfect answers&lt;br /&gt;for her paper. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, Mrs Ang has been very nice to patiently teach me&lt;br /&gt;Maths. I think I'll be the death of her, cause you see, I&lt;br /&gt;take a superbly long time to absorb things. Anyway, thank&lt;br /&gt;you Mrs Ang! (awwwww..) erm, but seriously. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for prelims to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1318039452276452953?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1318039452276452953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1318039452276452953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1318039452276452953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1318039452276452953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-short-post-i-must-control-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4796587560185688561</id><published>2008-08-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:56:32.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The soothing talk at Coffee Bean was really great. Umm, though of course I felt kinda guilty thinking about the comments I made &amp;amp; not forgetting the facial expressions I portrayed then, as I made my way home. Yesterday would be another indelible memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to sit down, the 7 &amp;amp; the usual 4 at kfc TOGETHER. Have I mentioned before, that 7 is my favourite number? Anyway, it was really nice to be able to do that again. To literally 'bitch' around &amp;amp; have quite a number of ppl staring at us etc. I wonder when the next time will be. It was really interesting to have Pearlyn sitting beside me, hahaha, &amp;amp; I outraged her modesty. Eheh, oops. &amp;amp; Vivian actually had gastric. Haha, I can't believe her reaction to gastric would be like that. x_x heh, oops again. &amp;amp; after we left kfc, we went to hub supposedly to get a present. After getting it, we settled at Coffee Bean, because we craved for their cakes. Ended up, we talked for around 4 hours. Weird huh, not to mention that prelims are in another........12 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about prelims. Oh, I went jogging today, of course, to try and erase ystd's troubles. Omg, but it didn't work. I'm still as bothered by it as yesterday. &amp;amp; of course, by ignoring ** yesterday, did not mean I'll ignore ** today. &amp;amp; I didn't; which sucks. Because I always fail when I say I'll ignore someone or something. Sighh. Okay, I shall try to get over it. I suppose, I will in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Happy National Day. &amp;amp; happy birthday xiuxian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4796587560185688561?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4796587560185688561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4796587560185688561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4796587560185688561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4796587560185688561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/08/soothing-talk-at-coffee-bean-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8779748585304618842</id><published>2008-08-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:55:24.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is really insane. Or rather, I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of exploded at kfc. Told them how I was feeling, though&lt;br /&gt;of course I knew they would never comprehend it the way&lt;br /&gt;I did. Afterall, we all view things from different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After venting it out at kfc, I'm still feeling really sore&lt;br /&gt;about it, so I'm seeing the need to reiterate my point&lt;br /&gt;by typing this post. Not to mention, I feel the strong&lt;br /&gt;urge to bang my fists against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perplexed. I'm irate! Gosh, I totally do not comprehend&lt;br /&gt;why people can dislike others so much, when they don't&lt;br /&gt;even know the other party! What makes things even&lt;br /&gt;more sore is, that I really regard both parties as great&lt;br /&gt;friends. ABCDEFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I'm feeling utterly disgusted by myself&lt;br /&gt;as my impression of a certain someone has been&lt;br /&gt;wavered! I don't believe this myself. I think I suck.&lt;br /&gt;Boo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it might seem as an issue which you would&lt;br /&gt;dismiss it oh-so-easily, but somehow I'm superbly&lt;br /&gt;bothered by it!&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8779748585304618842?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8779748585304618842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8779748585304618842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8779748585304618842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8779748585304618842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-this-is-really-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2632899276994047802</id><published>2008-07-27T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:44:46.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'I like the word &lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt;. Scramble it a little, and you get &lt;em&gt;vile&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;. Good, on the other hand, is just a command to &lt;em&gt;go do&lt;/em&gt;.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am evil. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2632899276994047802?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2632899276994047802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=2632899276994047802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2632899276994047802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2632899276994047802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-word-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3451285250670245505</id><published>2008-07-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:41:08.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Truth is, I haven't been studying much, of late. I suppose I can't expect that great a result since I haven't put in my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, seeing how others get so busy with both CCA and studies really touches a raw nerve. Because at this time, last year, I wasn't even that busy at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I admire how others are able to so perfectly pen down their thoughts and feelings, to be able to describe everything to its minute detail, something that I am never able to do. Sometimes, I really want to find the right word to describe myself at that very moment in time, but always fail to do so. &amp;amp; all around me I see people that are so blessed, that have everything go their way; and then I see many others that are ill-fated, that nothing goes their way. I wonder which category I belong to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm always at the halfway mark. Studies. CCA. Sports. Piano. Even Friends and Happiness, I'm always only halfway there. Sometimes, I envisage myself at the opposite end of the globe, living a life totally different from what I'm having now. Not that I'm being emotional (emo), and fyi I really detest the word 'emo', but its good to imagine. Damn. Now even I'm unsure of my point. I keep digressing. Sighhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just want the sec 3 life back. Because then, days go on without me being constantly fearing about what happens next etc. At least I was entitled to find solace in my CCA, whenever I was upset. Oh well, nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3451285250670245505?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3451285250670245505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=3451285250670245505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3451285250670245505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3451285250670245505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/truth-is-i-havent-been-studying-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2812983732331521495</id><published>2008-07-20T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:29:51.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Watching intently as the rain drops fell yesterday, I finally took time to sort out my incoherent mind. Everything was jumbled up, &amp;amp; for a moment I couldn't remember what I was doing in school in the first place. I realised, with the guidance of a special someone, that everyone does things for a reason. Not that I didn't know that before, but now I really know. Perhaps I was selfish, to not say it was my fault; to not tell them I had contributed to the idea. What had happened? What had gone through the minds of the ones we'd groomed? They suddenly seemed so different, so distant, so complex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't comprehend, why they'd become like this or why they had entertained such thoughts. I couldn't fathom, why we're totally pushed aside or why we weren't entitled to know even just that little bit. I couldn't decipher, who had been in the wrong or why they're upset. I couldn't perceive, what was more important than the matter they had at hand. I just couldn't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it was around this time last year, we weren't like this. I remembered it was damn hard for us, but yesterday I realised, it &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be harder for you. Now you see why we can't sign the form? Now you see why we might never be able to don on that white long-sleeved top and white skirt? Now you see why, because there's a communication problem. Even before we leave the school we have this problem. What happens after we leave? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some are still stuck back in time. They keep digging up the past. Why repeat it when everyone's fine? Perhaps you want me to never talk to you again? You're unfathomable, just like I am to you. I missed that friendship once, but after yesterday passed, I am missing it no more. You guess why. I'd put it behind, &amp;amp; tried ways and means to help you too, but you chose yesterday, when I was all messed up to bring it up again. You hurt, but is it only you? You were the one who dug up all the miserable contents. I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently, I still holding back, because I'm sieving my words. Afterall, others might be reading this, &amp;amp; I'm mindful of the impact it may cause if I phrase my words incorrectly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, on a slightly happier note, I had one of the most soothing talks with Qh ystd. Man, that setting we had ystd might never come again!! A slight breeze, quiescent surroundings and an interesting topic at hand. Oh and not forgetting the background music coming from Pierce sec supposedly; everything blended together to grant us the perfect place for a light-hearted chat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, it was Goh Yilin's birthday, they celebrated at drivethrough Mac. Some &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; people chose our seat outdoors, you see, drivethrough Mac provides outdoor shelters where people can dine in as well. (: Not that dining outdoors is a bad idea, just that there's this irksome cat which freaks most of the girls at out table out. Especially Qh, &amp;amp; what made me start to laugh was her distinguished fear for that cat. I know I wasn't being nice, but a girl of 170++cm being afraid of a tiny, furry, cute cat and jumping about in fear was really comical. It was the first time Edna finished her meal before Qh, because Qh was busy avoiding the cat. Qh consumed her meal on tenterhooks as she kept an eagle's view of any approaching cat. Winny saved the 'damsel' in distress by carrying the cat more than once, out of our dining area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, people took turns to produce jokes for entertainment, only that not all were funny. It wasn't till Vivian and Kewei left that Vivien started to tell her supernatural stories. It freaked most of us out when Yilin suddenly rose from her seat &amp;amp; screamed, like really screamed. However, turns out that it was just her thoughts making her afraid. We all left soon after, and Pearlyn grabbed my arm tightly as we proceeded to our bus stops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's basically all of yesterday. Happy birthday Yilin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2812983732331521495?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2812983732331521495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=2812983732331521495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2812983732331521495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2812983732331521495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/watching-intently-as-rain-drops-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5185276200321590813</id><published>2008-07-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:08:00.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SHoVi8yy5lI/AAAAAAAAAdM/uAA6moaSKnw/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510408068425298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SHoVi8yy5lI/AAAAAAAAAdM/uAA6moaSKnw/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimately, its still the old days that matters most. That pang                                                            of nostalgia hit me real hard during awards night. Though this                                                           photo is incomplete, I have that feeling it will never be possible                                                         to make it complete again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so awards night didn't go as smoothly, (to put it bluntly),                                                   because there were considerably many cock-ups. Perhaps                                                                  it was too last minute due to the recent NOMAD; anyway,                                                                  it was kinda hilarious to actually see how people around me                                                              got anxious when it was almost their turn to receive their                                                          awards. Haha, that's because when you receive your award,                                                                a screen bearing your Sec 1 photo will be put up. &amp;amp; sad to                                                                 say, that photo of mine wasn't at all cute or innocent. It                                                                    just looked dumb. =( Still, I was positive that seeing these                                                          photos brought smiles and laughter to everyone in the                                                                     hall as we reminisced our Sec 1 days. It sorta lightened                                                                      up the atmosphere in the hall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the whole event was over, we proceeded downstairs                                                                  to slack and chit-chat; so different from last year, or                                                                       year before, where we would be the ones clearing up                                                                         the hall &amp;amp; being labelled the &lt;em&gt;saikang warriors&lt;/em&gt;. I can't                                                                    deny that I miss those days, but its time to let go. The                                                                Ugians gathered for photos, and the girls clamoured                                                                            to take photos with the guys! Haha. An interesting                                                                         sight, I'm glad to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, so that's all for award's night that I can think                                                                                 of. I shall end with a last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222514584062081618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SHoZWBlROlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CIFRqS3GeqY/s320/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5185276200321590813?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5185276200321590813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5185276200321590813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5185276200321590813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5185276200321590813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/ultimately-its-still-old-days-that.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SHoVi8yy5lI/AAAAAAAAAdM/uAA6moaSKnw/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6990942478401935834</id><published>2008-07-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:38:13.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I said, people have their limits. &amp;amp; at times, their close&lt;br /&gt;friends or buddies might just unknowingly cross the&lt;br /&gt;boundaries. Just a mere sentence might spark unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps everyone should learn to give each other space.&lt;br /&gt;Just some cooling-down time for things to settle a lil' bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from generalising, I suppose the past few days I&lt;br /&gt;have been stoical to the happenings around me, save for&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I still chatter alot, but of course, mostly to&lt;br /&gt;my maths partner. I presume I have left numerous people&lt;br /&gt;around me perplexed at my abstruse behaviour; its&lt;br /&gt;unintentional, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lingering occurrence is the walk up the arduous&lt;br /&gt;8 flights of stairs from the ground floor to 4/3. At&lt;br /&gt;that time, it really wouldn't have hurt if someone could&lt;br /&gt;have just voiced out a word or something; not only because&lt;br /&gt;it was a terribly awkward silence, but also because it was&lt;br /&gt;unprecendented. But everyone eschewed the task of being&lt;br /&gt;the first to speak. Oh well, who knows what the individuals&lt;br /&gt;are thinking. After all, human minds are hard to fathom;&lt;br /&gt;though sometimes others try so hard to figure what you're&lt;br /&gt;thinking when in actual fact you might just be thinking of&lt;br /&gt;what you'll be having for lunch(for example). Don't get me&lt;br /&gt;wrong, cause its not meant to be humourous or sth, I'm&lt;br /&gt;just trying to make clear that most of the time, people think&lt;br /&gt;too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I shall skip the topic of Awards Night as it causes much&lt;br /&gt;disturbance, I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhhh, well on a lighter note, I'm getting those &lt;em&gt;unsightly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal braces cemented onto my teeth next week. Not that&lt;br /&gt;that's a bad thing. Just that, did I mention, since young&lt;br /&gt;I have this phobia of dentists, &amp;amp; that it would take much&lt;br /&gt;more than a hurricane to blow me into the dentist's patient&lt;br /&gt;room. I did count my blessings when the dentist told me&lt;br /&gt;I'm spared from the extraction of any tooth in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;however my parents are paying so that I must endure the&lt;br /&gt;sour feeling when small plastic bands are put between my&lt;br /&gt;teeth to seperate them. Man, I wonder how I'd look with&lt;br /&gt;small metal cubes on my individual teeth held together&lt;br /&gt;by a metal wire. Seems like the dentists' will be my new&lt;br /&gt;hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wish to dream of fabulous Biology results tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I totally screwed Physics up.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better. Physics is easier than Biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6990942478401935834?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6990942478401935834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6990942478401935834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6990942478401935834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6990942478401935834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-i-said-people-have-their-limits.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8561549725933224098</id><published>2008-07-01T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:19:55.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh &amp;amp; of course, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ms Poon.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, don't misunderstand, I'm not referring to the&lt;br /&gt;elegant science teacher(if I'm not wrong) teaching&lt;br /&gt;in our&lt;em&gt; fantabulous&lt;/em&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to the student from 4/4. She has her&lt;br /&gt;own idiosyncratic gestures which at most times I&lt;br /&gt;shy away from. Heh, anyway, here's wishing you a&lt;br /&gt;really HAPPY 16 birthday! To Samantha Poon=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8561549725933224098?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8561549725933224098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8561549725933224098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8561549725933224098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8561549725933224098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/oooh-of-course-happy-birthday-to-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5658580787033407842</id><published>2008-07-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:06:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm undeniably happy now! Haha, I guess chatting with people you haven't chatted with for a long time makes you really elated! Plus the national day songs coming out of my earphones really soothes all the day's unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still have left a high-standard english summary I haven't completed. I shall go do it lest Mrs Chung flies into a rage when she finds out I haven't completed it by her extended dateline. (Though I know she won't=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5658580787033407842?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5658580787033407842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5658580787033407842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5658580787033407842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5658580787033407842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-im-undeniably-happy-now-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5402868007831409384</id><published>2008-06-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:23:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, like my exam partner said, CTs are over. One hurdle crossed, but days to the big Os draw nearer. The anticipation of CT's results are killing me, though I know I most probably will either just scrape through or fail, but I can't help but think that I will be on cloud nine if I actually do surprisingly well. Sighhhhhhhh, Chemistry was obviously a killer, quite like its setter. Heh, man, I actually dreamt I got reprimanded by her. A nightmare, yes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I realised, without RC activities, I find that I don't have much to blog about. Apart from occassional outings, oh wait, there was only 1 recent one, okay then I shall blog about that. Yesterday, the usuals caught a movie together. It was entitled Penelope, pronounced as Pen-ell-lo-pee, haha about this girl being born with a pig's snout. 3 out of 5 stars for me. Then we walked around plaza sing, its so close to RC HQ. Nostalgia, but just a teeny weeny bit. Daiso, the $2 shop really fascinated me. They had all sorts of interesting things there, all priced at $2, sounds cheap but getting just a handful of items may cost a bomb. We all spent around $10 each just in that shop. However, I'm really satisfied, because I was able to purchase items that hold much meaning. We left soon after we got what we wanted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hurried to take the mrt to clementi with Yifang, which is on the green line, so I didn't estimate the time from Dobhy Ghaut to Clementi. Ended up waiting for an hour for my parents; for the first half hour though, I enjoyed sitting there, cause at that time I somehow had lots of things to think of. But the next half an hour, I was practically dozing off while sitting upright. What's more, the weather was really humid &amp;amp; there was not much of a breeeze, so the 1 hour wait was really &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, I went to a Korean restaurant with a group of around 20 ppl, &amp;amp; my table was 2 tables away from Allan Wu, Wong Lilin &amp;amp; their families. Okay I know, its no big deal, but afterall she's still the lead actress of the movie Leap Years, so she is somebody right. Oh, but the dinner was not for me, the authentic korean dishes had a weird taste, gosh &amp;amp; dining in such a fine restaurant was extremely pricey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, can I say that's all? Yea, I'm too lazy to blog anymore. What's more, there's school tomorrow. Oh, &amp;amp; unfortunenately I don't foresee myself getting exceedingly good grades. Sighhhhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5402868007831409384?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5402868007831409384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5402868007831409384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5402868007831409384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5402868007831409384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-like-my-exam-partner-said-cts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4099348799408846947</id><published>2008-06-18T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:40:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis American Idol Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/plWSjj-nNCA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/plWSjj-nNCA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, she can sing live incredibly well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm probably mad from studying? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4099348799408846947?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4099348799408846947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4099348799408846947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4099348799408846947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4099348799408846947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/leona-lewis-american-idol-performance.html' title='Leona Lewis American Idol Performance'/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-690563873447961938</id><published>2008-06-18T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:08:04.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; LEONA LEWIS :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897272119460434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SFfucytIglI/AAAAAAAAAdE/809BURZgRyo/s320/LLbeautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SFfuNYv_ntI/AAAAAAAAAc8/seWX_Bp4abA/s1600-h/Leona+Lewis+-+nice+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897007454101202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SFfuNYv_ntI/AAAAAAAAAc8/seWX_Bp4abA/s320/Leona+Lewis+-+nice+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212896067309512722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SFftWqcDqBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/-0i6xkrCRfE/s320/LL+nice+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She's a wonderful singer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-690563873447961938?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/690563873447961938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=690563873447961938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/690563873447961938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/690563873447961938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/leona-lewis-dddd.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/SFfucytIglI/AAAAAAAAAdE/809BURZgRyo/s72-c/LLbeautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8127324264875787961</id><published>2008-06-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:49:48.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The day started off really weird. Hey afterall, its Friday the 13th! Reached Dobhy Ghaut just in time, met the cadets. (ex-cadets but they still call me ma'am). Did some recap with them before proceeding to the Red Cross House, a place that I'm so used to already, though not being within some's sight. It was the place I'd been coming to since I was in primary school; the premises stands strong over the years &amp;amp; there's no major alteration to its semblance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked up the spiral stairway to RCTC room 2, &amp;amp; expressions of nervousness started to surface. That wasn't a strange sight, as both Winny &amp;amp; I, the 2 licensed oldies, were getting it too. We decided to leave the room after a while, so as not to absorb the candidates' stress. Instead we settled for fresh air, at the mouth of the RC house, a light talk &amp;amp; random topics. Time passed &amp;amp; then it was time for bandaging &amp;amp; CPR. We the oldies were quite discomposed, trying our luck at hinting as our job was to do so. The CPR was even worse, the tension gradually building, as the candidates were to enter the room singly. The examiner seemed as if she could eat my girls n guy up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wasn't it upsetting that I couldn't stay for the results?!! Haha. Anyway, congrats to this clamorous yet astoundingly amazing batch of sec 1s. Their results were laudable &amp;amp; I could see due amount of effort put into studying for this test. But its worth it, cause when you pass, you'll be a licensed &amp;amp; certified first aider! You'll get your own license which is so cool! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehhm okay, then I went to Cairnhill place to get the X-ray done. Then rushed back to school with Winny, managing to catch a glimpse of the Land ROD. But it was the best part! The marching past of the graduating batch, &amp;amp; I felt glad, that there was some 22o6 ppl in the squad of green. As the weeks passed, more UGians of 22o6 get their Retirement Of Duty or Passing Out Parades. I reminisced the times when we were still under our sirs/ma'ams wing, &amp;amp; cadets of different UG, namely Land, Air, Guides, Boy's Brigade &amp;amp; Red Cross, spending time together doing drills. As time passed &amp;amp; we entered sec 3, our wings were then fully-fledged; 22o6 UGians assumed the higher roles of each unit. Knowing each other pretty well, negotiations were able to reach an agreement, &amp;amp; we all came closer together. That made life in UG the more worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; today Qinjie made a special mention towards 22o6 UGians during his speech, I think he left us all in awe. I have to say, Wong Qinjie does drive me up the wall at times with his temperament, yet he still knows how to do something afterward to save his skin. =)) Anyway, congrats big green guy, I think we'll be seeing you in a RED beret during your NS time. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm lazy to continue from here. The rest are 'mundane' details. Haha, just kidding. Played with the sec 2s cause they jio us out for lunch. We made a din at Sumo house before proceeding to my house. We played 'cat-and-mouse' all the way from AMK to KHATIB. It was fun, but kinda exhausting for old people like me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was really really !!!! Haha, the series of events kept going, like an unstoppable film. But I want another today. &amp;amp; ANTICIPATION is my new cool word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8127324264875787961?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8127324264875787961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8127324264875787961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8127324264875787961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8127324264875787961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-started-off-really-weird_13.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4708632802867129019</id><published>2008-06-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:04:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farewell party: an indelible 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Though farewells couldn't go without speeches,&lt;br /&gt;when it was my turn to go up and make one, I&lt;br /&gt;realised then it was really redundant. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;I do better while writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say so for the rest, because I could sense&lt;br /&gt;their innermost feelings &amp;amp; how they reach out&lt;br /&gt;to their audience. They just have the gift for speech.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was astounding to actually witness the&lt;br /&gt;ones who cried so badly; they weren't whom I thought&lt;br /&gt;would, though it is comforting to envisage why they&lt;br /&gt;were crying for. The video presented wasn't that moving,&lt;br /&gt;as just like mine was last year. I didn't cry, just like they&lt;br /&gt;didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that particular point in time when we were&lt;br /&gt;distributing our gifts, &amp;amp; I walked over to the&lt;br /&gt;sec 1s &amp;amp; 2s to give out mine, I was brought&lt;br /&gt;back to when I was in sec 1 &amp;amp; 2, where no NCO&lt;br /&gt;would actually really bother about the&lt;br /&gt;existence of sec 1s &amp;amp; 2s, as the emphasis&lt;br /&gt;would be concentrated on the graduating batch&lt;br /&gt;as well as the batch taking over. The sec 1s&lt;br /&gt;and 2s will only just be presented with&lt;br /&gt;little minute gifts of encouragement for&lt;br /&gt;their upcoming years in Red Cross. Also&lt;br /&gt;the programmes in store for the graduating&lt;br /&gt;batch were always last-minute. &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;each batch of cadets would only prepare&lt;br /&gt;their performance during the camp itself.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it is consolatory to know that sec 2s&lt;br /&gt;have put in commendable effort for our&lt;br /&gt;farewell party, in collaboration with our VI&lt;br /&gt;and our YOs. &amp;amp; I hope that sec 1s didn't feel&lt;br /&gt;that left out either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this'll be the end of my RC&lt;br /&gt;journey, as the saying goes that all good&lt;br /&gt;things must come to an end. Those remarkable&lt;br /&gt;times as a unit will never be effaced. &amp;amp; as we&lt;br /&gt;all know how much you girls hope for us&lt;br /&gt;to become VIs, let me tell you that if we&lt;br /&gt;become VIs, things will still nvr be the same&lt;br /&gt;again. There will be times when you purposely&lt;br /&gt;keep us out of your conversations cause we&lt;br /&gt;ought not to know some things, &amp;amp; there will&lt;br /&gt;be a deep gap between us &amp;amp; you; in terms&lt;br /&gt;of friendship as well as ma'am-cadet r/s.&lt;br /&gt;Problems will arise &amp;amp; you'll find it hard to&lt;br /&gt;even communicate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy for you girls to say 'be a VI'.&lt;br /&gt;Its easy for us to say 'yes'.&lt;br /&gt;But it might not be easy for us to work&lt;br /&gt;together. Moreover, what's the&lt;br /&gt;difference of us being a VI or being a&lt;br /&gt;senior? I guess time will tell our&lt;br /&gt;decision, so until then, you will all be&lt;br /&gt;kept in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my promised entry. I&lt;br /&gt;procrastinated, but definitely with&lt;br /&gt;a valid reason! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4708632802867129019?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4708632802867129019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4708632802867129019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4708632802867129019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4708632802867129019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/farewell-party-indelible-2-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1780015996167850618</id><published>2008-06-02T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:53:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I guess I'm the last one to actually open up Blogger &amp;amp; actually start typing sth solid to post. Well, just one piece of redundant info to all readers for a start, because I'm wallowing in self pity; my hard disk crashed, &amp;amp; I've lost all my pictures, videos &amp;amp; documents. Okay, one day when I'm really free I shall collect them back again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, POP is over. The camp started as a major cock-up, I think no one will deny that, but I suppose things gradually got better as the sec 3s got more &amp;amp; more used to being the ICs. Conquer O on Friday seemed especially long, though I can't picture why. So when it was finally over, the 'slacker' NCOs went down to the RC room to dump our stuff there. I suppose at that time, no one really felt that that would be the last 2 days we can still claim the room is ours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehmm, okay as for the minute details, I have to skip. So, digressing to after our food shopping spree, the 6 NCOs returned to school &amp;amp; merrily started a fire for our outdoor cooking. At that time, the joy of being able to actually sit outside the redcross room to peacefully eat a meal was very satisfying. Picture a dark sky, dim lights from the corridor, &amp;amp; the warmth of the flame coming from under the mass tins, not forgetting the aroma of the food cooking. Okay well, its just so family-like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; at night, that was when the 'camp' really started. Well, I know the sec 2s will hate me for what I've done, though no one will actually be so blunt to say it out. I just hope you'll be able to endure, no matter how tough things are. &lt;em&gt;D'you know how much it hurt to actually stand there and watch you all crumble? &lt;/em&gt;But someone still has to do the dirty job. &amp;amp; after the plenty drilling sessions, we all sincerely hope that you'd all grow, to acheive BIG things. Because we can see potential. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for sec 1s, like I said, I don't really know you people yet. But it is definitely visible that you all have sort of understood a few of the many rules of being a UGian. The road upcoming ain't easy, that's for sure. But as long as there's passion, as well as due effort, things will flow smoothly. I was glad &amp;amp; amazed that sec 1s, being sec 1s, could really improve overnight. Their drills improved the very next day, &amp;amp; their mindset of 'no, I'm not ready for POP' could change to 'YES, I'm ready for POP'. You could say it was heartwarming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 'tucking' the dear cadets into 'bed', the NCOs retired for the night as well. A few knocked out straightaway. Qh &amp;amp; I were the 'survivors'. She passed time playing Vanessa's PSP, while I sat quietly in thought, or rather I was trying to go to sleep. Qh mumbled nonsensical stuff out, which the half-asleep Vanessa would stifle out a laugh. At that time, it was around 3.00am. Awhile later, the rain came, bringing about a refreshing breeze. It was cold, but Qh &amp;amp; I ventured out of our cosy abode. Then we plonked onto the chairs at the foyer, cause not much strength was left of our tired bodies. A small conversation was held, afterwhich we slept. Apparently I couldn't sleep, which was such a waste, cause my eyelids were drooping but my brain just didn't want to shut down yet. When I finally could, my stomach had to cruelly wake me up; I felt like vomitting so I hurriedly switched positions, till I was sitting on the foyer floor. Pathetic huh, but then again, not long after, I was awoken by Edna, it was 5.ooam. How timely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried to wake the sleeping beauty up, but she didn't budge, so we took a walk &amp;amp; gave a morning call to the cadets. They responded to our first call. (: PT was next, initially I ran with them, but decided to stay back to attend to the 'patients'. At least it was fruitful, as I made my first talk with Joey &amp;amp; Hwee Tong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time crawled by before it was the last rehearsal for POP. Everyone was perked up by that time, &amp;amp; were able to execute considerably standard drills upon Cx's command. As the 'guests' slowly arrived, the NCOs were donning on their immaculate uniform filled with badges. It was busy time for the sec 3s as they had to boost the morale of the sec 1s &amp;amp; 2s, to gear them up for their grand entrance.  As the Guard-Of-H&amp;amp; honour contingent marched smartly into the parade square, I could feel the stares from all around. I suppose the six of us were bursting with pride, a sight not to be missed. As the parade commenced, things were going awry as cock-ups surfaced. &amp;amp; when the GOH contingent blasted the final cheer, the voices were filled with enthusiasm, &amp;amp; at the end, we won applauds from the audience; Yf pulled of my beret too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was after the parade that many unexpected incidents came simultaneously. That incured my wrath &amp;amp; all I could do was to helplessly pace around the 2nd floor of our school. Deep in thought, I held onto the 2 keys linked together by a keyring. I realised that there's always only room for 2, which leaves me feeling uneasy. After I was satisfied, I stopped &amp;amp; returned to the stuffy room. It was still hours to go before the anticipated farewell party. Everyone preoccupied themselves with something; I was still disorientated &amp;amp; fidgety. Finally as the minutes inched nearer, the NCOs got ready to leave the room. Outside stood the sec 2s, who were adamant about putting on bandages for us. Fortunately I managed to get away, &amp;amp; ended up behind a pillar less than 10m from the AVA room. No one could find me, until Yiling spotted me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Digressing, I realised my post is redundantly lengthy. I didn't bother to summarise my words, &amp;amp; at some points, I too realised that I have no idea what I'm typing. Well the farewell party shall be explained at a later date, when I feel I have the inspiration to type. As for now, I shall sleep, &amp;amp; tmr there's still the maths camp. Sighhhhhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1780015996167850618?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1780015996167850618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1780015996167850618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1780015996167850618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1780015996167850618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-guess-im-last-one-to-actually-open-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8571828670773578791</id><published>2008-05-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:35:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I flipped through my report book at an attempt to act like studious student a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;One where he/she would try to compare results &amp;amp; look at the areas for inprovement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I unknowingly flipped the pages to look at my results during my sec 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my eyes scrolled to the bottom of the page where the remarks read that I&lt;br /&gt;have a cheerful &amp;amp; friendly disposition that is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;endearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to teachers &amp;amp; fellow&lt;br /&gt;peers. I'm having second thoughts as I re-read it in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have changed. Another one of the remarks read: She needs to be more&lt;br /&gt;focused during lessons and not be easily distracted by other matters. Other matters&lt;br /&gt;referring to my beloved sitting partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I'd wish that I'm distracted by my peers rather than being distracted&lt;br /&gt;by evil thoughts or just plain air. Imagine being distracted by plain air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel chagrined at my absurd attitude towards her? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I go on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deceiving myself? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8571828670773578791?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8571828670773578791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8571828670773578791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8571828670773578791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8571828670773578791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-flipped-through-my-report-book-at.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6869739959375472917</id><published>2008-05-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:13:55.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With O lvl's chinese down, its feels as if a huge burden has been removed.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipated for this day to be over, even though its only the first paper.&lt;br /&gt;However there's this undescribable feeling, as if i'm so pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just slowly ticks away when you want it to pass fast, but it flies just&lt;br /&gt;when you want it to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my Paper1 half an hour before time's up. Sitting at my desinated&lt;br /&gt;place in the hall, with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; name printed on a piece of sticker stuck at the top right&lt;br /&gt;hand corner of my table, I looked around. I noticed the invigilators' stares, so I&lt;br /&gt;stared back. Then I looked at the 2 huge digital clocks at the right &amp;amp; left side of&lt;br /&gt;the hall. It felt like eternity before &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; minute passed. Everyone seemed so engrossed&lt;br /&gt;in scribbling their answers on the answer booklet. &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; seemed like the only one&lt;br /&gt;sitting there with nothing to do. Just exactly like everyone's coloured, however &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one who's black &amp;amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, even in studies, &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; simply just black &amp;amp; white, still stuck behind in time,&lt;br /&gt;while the rest have visibly progressed through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 started quick &amp;amp; ended the same way. I have no recollection of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; feelings&lt;br /&gt;as I was writing my answers. Perhaps there isn't a need to, because &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; will forget&lt;br /&gt;soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, how I am able to describe fully my exact feelings when doing Paper 1, yet&lt;br /&gt;have completely no thoughts about Paper 2. However, it ain't a big deal because over&lt;br /&gt;time, it will just become yet another fragment of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a seemingly wonderful day out; spending precious time out on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at the malls was a great way to destress, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; self-consolated. Many a time today,&lt;br /&gt;indecisiveness set in, &amp;amp; we realised we were either walking aimlessly, or else just&lt;br /&gt;standing at a corner in our quiet group of 3. Even so, it was wrong to do that because&lt;br /&gt;an SMRT officer warned us to move off. Well well, in the end hasty decisions were made&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the places we decided to go proved unsuitable only once we've reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna was obviously '&lt;em&gt;bullying&lt;/em&gt;' Sam today. Though it was sort of a spectacle to onlookers,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we had our green uniforms donned on, but it was much of the only entertainment. At&lt;br /&gt;times it was hilarious alright. Ehhm, did I laugh cause it was hilarious, or because I had&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say? (This question is rhetorical!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I think I'm on the road to become a looney. (I speak to myself!!)&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I think I'm done for today. Anymore &amp;amp; I'll really turn mad. Literally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6869739959375472917?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6869739959375472917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6869739959375472917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6869739959375472917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6869739959375472917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-o-lvls-chinese-down-its-feels-as.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-574053496214333843</id><published>2008-05-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:12:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, acquaintances just click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had buffet at the supposedly 5 star Changi Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;It was just okay-okay. But something else made this trip&lt;br /&gt;memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acquaintance that I met, I will not forget. &amp;amp; that yellow&lt;br /&gt;shirt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its 3 more hours to dear mum's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level's chinese is drawing nearer. So is POP.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realise I'm going to turn 16 soon. Means&lt;br /&gt;no more playing &amp;amp; everything. I should become&lt;br /&gt;more mature. No more childish feelings or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised, that things that I thought I will never&lt;br /&gt;forget, I'm beginning to forget as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just shrug my shoulders and simply say,&lt;br /&gt;'I don't care anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels. I'm running my last lap. No more distractions,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad. No more weird messages. I'm in sec 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-574053496214333843?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/574053496214333843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=574053496214333843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/574053496214333843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/574053496214333843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-acquaintances-just-click.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-7019242657438559623</id><published>2008-05-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:49:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, finally it is complete. The 'family' portrait.&lt;br /&gt;It definitely feels much more comfortable &amp;amp; soothing&lt;br /&gt;when no one's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this joy is inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, digressing a little, had our lunch at j8's kfc.&lt;br /&gt;I had a Zinger, which oddly, didn't taste&lt;br /&gt;like Zinger. Rather, it tasted horrible!! I thought&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was just my tastebuds, who knows&lt;br /&gt;that when I finally could not take it that I voiced&lt;br /&gt;it out, I realised that Yf &amp;amp; Qh had felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Yf dropped her burger, which was&lt;br /&gt;kind of hilarious. Haha, is it true about the 'injecting&lt;br /&gt;some liquid into the chicken' thing like what Mabel&lt;br /&gt;had said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no matter what, I'm not going to eat&lt;br /&gt;Zinger again; until unless of course, I feel the urge&lt;br /&gt;to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, back to the topic, it just feels good.&lt;br /&gt;To be able to sit tgt, its heavenly bliss! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exaggerated though, but its been&lt;br /&gt;a loooooooong time. &amp;amp; being tgt often brings&lt;br /&gt;us closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, cadets planning our&lt;br /&gt;special event, must make it SPECIAL alright!&lt;br /&gt;=DD It has to be exclusive to our batch only&lt;br /&gt;okay. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-7019242657438559623?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7019242657438559623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=7019242657438559623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7019242657438559623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7019242657438559623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-finally-it-is-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6958604518106443028</id><published>2008-05-09T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:26:21.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Myanmar Cyclone. 100000 dead.&lt;br /&gt;Please donate, cash if possible;&lt;br /&gt;to organisations involved to provide&lt;br /&gt;aid for the victims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6958604518106443028?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6958604518106443028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6958604518106443028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6958604518106443028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6958604518106443028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/myanmar-cyclone.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6108205647419158106</id><published>2008-05-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:22:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets just say, you have described everything that I felt. My nonchalence towards everything, as well as my indifference, was an image I had promised myself. Because sometimes its just so difficult to face the forthcoming of an unexpected event. Exactly an event like. . .the dismal view of emptiness up ahead. Then you'll ask yourself, what happened to the usuals? Or where am I heading? Home? Are we going for lunch? Are they waiting for me? Or am I waiting for them?&lt;br /&gt;The myriad of questions subconsciously appearing into your mind, endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this even necessary, if people don't assume. &amp;amp; most of the time, however, we assume. Well its true that it takes initiave to be the one to voice out those simple questions, but who is the consistent one that, without fail, will ask these questions daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it is said that people learn to cherish only when they realise their loss. Because when it is there, people don't realise its significance. &amp;amp; always assume it will always be there. However once it has disappeared, they ponder over its loss. Or maybe not? (Take for example this instance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cliche right, the part where 'poeple learn to cherish only when they realise their loss', but astoundingly, every single word there makes absolute sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I believe ours is but closely bonded camaraderie(not brotherhood, but sisterhood?); where sometimes avoidance is necessary, right?? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prolonged silence in between is just to give us time to think of our next word, right?&lt;br /&gt;Right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope it ain't just self-consolation. Because it shouldn't be self-justification, as it requires every invovled person to recognise the above 2 lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day will come, when we supposedly will meet once every 2 months; despite our new life, our new friends, &amp;amp; our hectic future. Roam the world together? Absorb the wondrous sight of New Zealand together? When now the presence of long silence-s &amp;amp; avoidance already awaits every day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6108205647419158106?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6108205647419158106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6108205647419158106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6108205647419158106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6108205647419158106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-just-say-you-have-described.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-961911358854044122</id><published>2008-04-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:48:01.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The current weather is seriously tormenting. The immense heat is driving me up the wall, you see. During English comprehension test, envisage yourself in an oven while doing a test. You'd go berserk, I tell you. I suppose its the effects of global warming? Plus, this heat makes everyone more irritable and less approachable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine that Weather, in the past where no one would take note of its existence, has become the crux of our vexation today. What about, bestowing upon us the great gift of rain; that would help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-961911358854044122?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/961911358854044122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=961911358854044122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/961911358854044122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/961911358854044122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/current-weather-is-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6468856632115653425</id><published>2008-04-28T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:34:09.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mg + O  ---&gt; MgO&lt;br /&gt;Redox?&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6468856632115653425?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6468856632115653425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6468856632115653425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6468856632115653425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6468856632115653425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/mg-o-mgo-redox-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8359207488985752899</id><published>2008-04-28T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:50:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Y'know, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; chem lessons suck big time. &amp;amp; I swear I will nvr forget what &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; did! That made me dislike &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; so much; I nvr wanted this to happen. Cause in others' eyes, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were the perfect teacher, the one with a nice voice, the one with beautiful handwriting. Say that I think too much or whatever, I don't care. &amp;amp; I'm not the rude one, I didn't purposely throw those papers at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, but you'd always been the one to say nasty things to me. I bet you don't even know your words carried so much weight, right? But I'm a part of 2/2 'o6. Nth will change that fact, even if &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; nvr wanted me as your student! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then what's this class now? Just a class where everyone's broken up into cliques? &amp;amp; its all about competitive studying, to beat one another in the upcoming tests. What's the point? So what if &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; results are better than someone else's? Does that make &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; happy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't being in a class where &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; receive care &amp;amp; concern from others be better than being in a class where criticism &amp;amp; sacarsism resound in between the 4 walls? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is it that for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, its the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ts&lt;/span&gt; that are continuously giving? Why are those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ss&lt;/span&gt; so lucky? They just take liberally, like the care &amp;amp; concern of the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ts&lt;/span&gt; is unlimited. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ts&lt;/span&gt; are willing to sacrifice time to be with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, to put those &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ss&lt;/span&gt; who need help back onto the right track. But the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ss&lt;/span&gt; don't even care. If only, the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ts&lt;/span&gt; care &amp;amp; concern would be shown to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, its much more than &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; can ask for. &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; care will surely be reciprocated. But again, its sth that can't ever happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;, ask why &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't go to your &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; to ask for help? That's because, when &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; own &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;wouldn't even care, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; ain't obliged to help &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; even &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; feel chagrined by this circumstance. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; tell &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; why?? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've&lt;/span&gt; ruined the 'good &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;' impression &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; used to have of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't ruin others' good impression of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8359207488985752899?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8359207488985752899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8359207488985752899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8359207488985752899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8359207488985752899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/yknow-your-chem-lessons-suck-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-7027375494192524279</id><published>2008-04-27T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:33:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surpressed, till I let it go today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant for things to turn&lt;br /&gt;out like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-7027375494192524279?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/7027375494192524279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=7027375494192524279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7027375494192524279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/7027375494192524279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/surpressed-till-i-let-it-go-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-708005957715551388</id><published>2008-04-18T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:35:21.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Council ceremony today. It was the last alr.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos, as memories. Ain't it wonderful&lt;br /&gt;that UG can bond ppl tgt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist team was great!; Even though&lt;br /&gt;the number of guests was few. The ceremony&lt;br /&gt;had seen some cockups, but the emcees Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yilin did a great job in 'covering up'. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;The video presentation was not bad either, cheers&lt;br /&gt;to kl for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the cadets for rounds around the sch,&lt;br /&gt;taught them how to sing the Red Cross song.&lt;br /&gt;However, that has caused some misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the combined UG footdrills.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I 'fall out' during the drills. Which&lt;br /&gt;is damn malu!! I have nvr 'fall out' during drills&lt;br /&gt;before okay!! So diu lian. Sighhhhhhhhhh AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mendi had the same problem as me. Its&lt;br /&gt;painful okay; though somehow, I will always&lt;br /&gt;manage to endure throughout the process. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we thought of doing 2/2 'o6 drills, like how&lt;br /&gt;we used to. But we couldn't do proper drills cause&lt;br /&gt;we had to take our own platoons. But no&lt;br /&gt;matter what, 2/2'o6 will always have a place in&lt;br /&gt;all our hearts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then sir Izuan gave his last speech, as&lt;br /&gt;he is leaving for 6 months to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where. Anyway, gd luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This somewhat marks the end of our UG life.&lt;br /&gt;Though in june, there's still the BIG thing.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we can step down in peace. Do our&lt;br /&gt;last 'besurai' happily, and watch them take over.&lt;br /&gt;Red Cross spirit runs in my veins! I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it shall be forever-and-a-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-708005957715551388?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/708005957715551388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=708005957715551388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/708005957715551388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/708005957715551388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/council-ceremony-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6967818947354104409</id><published>2008-04-16T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:21:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One message, was all it took to trigger those memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;It took so long, to forget. Was close to succeeding, to just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;forget that friendship you'd cruelly abandoned; picking it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;up when things went smoothly, but leaving it behind when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;you were occupied. Its not your fault, though. You have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;your life. However, so many times, it gets demoralising,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;when I want to forget, yet I'm unable to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Tonight, you sent a message; expecting me to reply. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;once said this invisibility would last, &amp;amp; because acquintances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;knew more. I once proved your theory wrong. Now, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;you're wrong too. Cause you'd never rmb; I don't expect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;you to. Cause you'd never understand; that though this bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;might not have meant much to you, it meant alot to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;because this friendship was special, unique. Erase everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;cause you're a much happier person now. I don't expect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;to rmb this old friend you used to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Just, don't talk to me again. Assume you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;never knew me; let this invisibility die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6967818947354104409?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6967818947354104409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6967818947354104409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6967818947354104409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6967818947354104409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-message-was-all-it-took-to-trigger.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8648706744378526590</id><published>2008-04-13T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:59:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Unbelievably, I'm momentarily elated!                                                                                            Browsing through photos brings back                                                                                             memories about the sweet victories!                                                                                                      I'm happy, contented. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8648706744378526590?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8648706744378526590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8648706744378526590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8648706744378526590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8648706744378526590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/unbelievably-im-momentarily-elated.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8644718711654248004</id><published>2008-04-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:16:30.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Chanced upon a fragile soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Despondency overwhelmed it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;poignant agonies filled up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;However, the surroundings, of quiescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;melancholy, gave it a place to reside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Thought t'was completely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;broken, thought the lingering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;hurt in it would never subside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;But today, things happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;unexpectedly. Too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;laughter, too much talk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;too good to be true. Seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;like the abysmal misery had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;already been omitted, &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;things went just too smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;The talk about her outlandish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;behaviour(it was THAT serious),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;just hauled all racing thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;to the forlorn scene of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;shattered soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Why is everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;broken? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8644718711654248004?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8644718711654248004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8644718711654248004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8644718711654248004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8644718711654248004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/chanced-upon-fragile-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4712248326920560301</id><published>2008-04-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:12:55.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warrant to Private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to let go, tried to give up,&lt;br /&gt;tried to not care, tried to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they held on, never gave up,&lt;br /&gt;showed they care, caught up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked 2 rounds around the&lt;br /&gt;sch, in hope our moods would&lt;br /&gt;lighten. Felt much better afterwards,&lt;br /&gt;but almost succumbed to the plight&lt;br /&gt;of the feeling of disappointment;&lt;br /&gt;watching the gradual disappearance&lt;br /&gt;of their shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which parent would ever stop&lt;br /&gt;loving their children?; Children&lt;br /&gt;that they have moulded from&lt;br /&gt;nothing to something.&lt;br /&gt;Though at times, children can&lt;br /&gt;give parents such a huge major&lt;br /&gt;headache, that the parents get&lt;br /&gt;so frustrated about. But&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, parents still feel&lt;br /&gt;proud of their children when&lt;br /&gt;they do exceedingly well, &amp;amp; of&lt;br /&gt;course ---- when they rmb how&lt;br /&gt;much effort their parents put in;&lt;br /&gt;when they think of their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the kind of fairy tale &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;chirpy, happy kind of ending, or so&lt;br /&gt;it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one shut door, this door&lt;br /&gt;has been shut for a long time. But&lt;br /&gt;just recently, it became locked. The&lt;br /&gt;key to the lock, its hidden, but we&lt;br /&gt;must find it. Unlock &amp;amp; open the door,&lt;br /&gt;treasures aplenty. One day, when&lt;br /&gt;I find the courage to search for the&lt;br /&gt;key again, I'll make sure I find it.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I shall just watch the world&lt;br /&gt;revolve around the finding of this&lt;br /&gt;sacred key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4712248326920560301?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4712248326920560301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4712248326920560301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4712248326920560301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4712248326920560301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/warrant-to-private.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6187917006133834442</id><published>2008-04-10T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:53:26.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Words or actions phrased or done wrongly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;will result in misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; misunderstandings hurt, alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tmr is the last. She said to 'screw' them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but how can I? When I know that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aren't strong enough to take it. I feel like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Devil. Pushing them so hard was what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thought was right, I wanted them to excel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But somehow they aren't as strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'IT' is coming soon, the great handover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The moment of pride &amp;amp; glory when we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look back into our past achievements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we become ONE, will they feel this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;way abt us just like how we feel abt THEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then what's the use of joining, we asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ourselves. Will our seemingly never-ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;passion end one day? &amp;amp; it comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to the handling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You see, so many ppl have said, 'I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;think you're handling IT the RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;way'. Define RIGHT please. If it wasn't RIGHT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why are we always presenting awards to Mr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tan/Mdm Tong in the morning? Why have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we established a name for ourselves again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Leaving many others in awe of our achievement;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as when we took over, no one thought we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;could do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will they be able to keep the spirit? Even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though one is down, the rest will keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;up, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6187917006133834442?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6187917006133834442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6187917006133834442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6187917006133834442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6187917006133834442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/04/words-or-actions-phrased-or-done.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3001452849262743726</id><published>2008-03-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:28:28.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hokay, so elated that sec 2s won the ArtFest video category!                                                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At around 12 ystd, met up with the usuals to buy those                                                                  flowers n chocs we saw the day before. Left for sch soon after,                                                            &amp;amp; sat in the bus Ms Chan booked for us. Finally it ain't the                                                                 small, mini kind of bus. =) Reached RELC hotel soon, &amp;amp; we                                                              were kinda late. Saw HongZhou sir &amp;amp; I sort of laughed,                                                                      cause I didn't think I would see him there. Hey the other                                                               NCOs laughed too okay, but then Esther ma'am was like,                                                                 'what's so funny' -.- I don't like Esther ma'am. :P Lalala.                                                         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, watched all the performances, some were really                                                                    gd, some were a lil' bit not quite up to standard. Siling                                                                       was performing, while Shaf sat behind me; so great to                                                                       see them all again! Then when the sec 2s video was                                                                        being played, all of us got ecstatic and high!! So cool la,                                                                  amkssrcy. =))) Oh, &amp;amp; there was a period when winny,                                                                       edna n myself were damn urgent to use the toilet, we                                                                        left our seats &amp;amp; 'rushed' to the door, guarded by sy                                                                        ma'am(:, and she said we couldn't leave, gawdddd,                                                                           imagine you are so filled up with water, yet some                                                                               one don't let you out, eeeew. Actually, though its                                                                                 true that it ain't very polite to leave the auditorium                                                                         when someone is performing. -.-'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then when the judges were tabulating the results,                                                                          'BAD news came'.&amp;amp; it sounded rly bad, till the extent that all the NCOs                                       were praying &amp;amp; hoping that the BAD news wasn't true.                                                                       Then we heard, 'Champions for ArtsFest video catergory                                                                goes to Ang Mo Kio sec!!!' , &amp;amp; then I knew I got cheated                                                                    again. So many times, again &amp;amp; again, but ah well,                                                                           blame myself for being so stupid. Then we got kind                                                                              of emotional &amp;amp; hugged etc, &amp;amp; shouted the Gd job                                                                             cheer damn loudly, Huda ma'am came to give us                                                                                    a dressing down. But then, WHO CARES? Haha.                                                                                 Alvin sir came to congratulate us, etc etc etc                                                                                           &amp;amp; I hugged Siling n Shaf!! They were so nice, to                                                                                 console me n give me tissue! (: Later on, we proceeded                                                                        to PS, &amp;amp; went in search of a place to dine in. Ended                                                                              up at macs cause the other places were packed.                                                                                     Okay, n after eating my stomach hurt like shit.                                                                                    So I kinda like shut up for a very long time.                                                                                         Till the pain was reduced. Then took the mrt home,                                                                              &amp;amp; one more sat gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rly congrats to the sec 2s, for doing us &amp;amp; most of all,                                                                  themselves proud! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3001452849262743726?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3001452849262743726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=3001452849262743726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3001452849262743726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3001452849262743726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/hokay-so-elated-that-sec-2s-won-artfest.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1068004703951225352</id><published>2008-03-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:06:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leila Tong,&lt;br /&gt;So pretty and cute!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCqUu_flI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AV59qnZaXKk/s1600-h/tang+ning!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549872503193170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCqUu_flI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AV59qnZaXKk/s320/tang+ning!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UChku_fkI/AAAAAAAAAck/KAW-u-5dSU8/s1600-h/tian+ya+xia+yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549722179337794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UChku_fkI/AAAAAAAAAck/KAW-u-5dSU8/s320/tian+ya+xia+yi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCX0u_fjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zi-10qT-vys/s1600-h/them!!!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549554675613234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCX0u_fjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zi-10qT-vys/s320/them!!!!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCOEu_fiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/bcFe-2BqFR0/s1600-h/tangning!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549387171888674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCOEu_fiI/AAAAAAAAAcU/bcFe-2BqFR0/s320/tangning!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCFku_fhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/S7hkan3bt-w/s1600-h/Leila+when+she+was+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549241143000594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCFku_fhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/S7hkan3bt-w/s320/Leila+when+she+was+young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UB_0u_fgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hU63IGAKhDY/s1600-h/leila16ae3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549142358752770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UB_0u_fgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hU63IGAKhDY/s320/leila16ae3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UB4Uu_ffI/AAAAAAAAAb8/klIFTmyaVGI/s1600-h/leila+rocks!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180549013509733874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UB4Uu_ffI/AAAAAAAAAb8/klIFTmyaVGI/s320/leila+rocks!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180548356379737554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UBSEu_fdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Vc3fCZodKgI/s320/beautiful!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UBF0u_fcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Irn-VXZgTrI/s1600-h/2335687_pywugm071109211459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180548145926340034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UBF0u_fcI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Irn-VXZgTrI/s320/2335687_pywugm071109211459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UA8Eu_fbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wbUbbSQwBIc/s1600-h/=D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180547978422615474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UA8Eu_fbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wbUbbSQwBIc/s320/%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1068004703951225352?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1068004703951225352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1068004703951225352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1068004703951225352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1068004703951225352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/leila-tong-so-pretty-and-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-UCqUu_flI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AV59qnZaXKk/s72-c/tang+ning!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5559762789229810734</id><published>2008-03-22T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:43:11.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NFC 2008&lt;br /&gt;North District, First runner up. &lt;div&gt;National Top 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180499664335502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TU_0u_fNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9OEtvIJ5E6M/s320/AMKSS+RCY+at+NFC+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500308580597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TVlUu_fRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fCY1HN6UodM/s320/NFC+2008!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180517058953051506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-Tk0Uu_fXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/VBj61xZwGTU/s320/starting+of+our+drill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500927055887714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TWJUu_fWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-LBmoozIbQM/s320/starting+of+formation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180499870493932786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TVL0u_fPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/WPXVjzrI45M/s320/forming+of+U+shape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-Tk8Uu_fYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rgeLxs9kN60/s1600-h/U+formation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180517196392004994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-Tk8Uu_fYI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rgeLxs9kN60/s320/U+formation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180517462679977378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TlL0u_faI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Z5RVXeQmGsQ/s320/X+formation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180499767414717666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TVF0u_fOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/javpH2T6akc/s320/cross+formation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500222681251074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TVgUu_fQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/DtVlNjKoBsk/s320/I+formation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TV10u_fUI/AAAAAAAAAak/eAtSWVa2PN8/s1600-h/elated+squad!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500592048438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TV10u_fUI/AAAAAAAAAak/eAtSWVa2PN8/s320/elated+squad!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TVw0u_fTI/AAAAAAAAAac/CH7zz560vJI/s1600-h/1st+runnerup+squad+of+2008!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500506149092658" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TWCUu_fVI/AAAAAAAAAas/uIn8yT4zpcE/s320/receiving+COP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5559762789229810734?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5559762789229810734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5559762789229810734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5559762789229810734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5559762789229810734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/nfc-2008-north-district-first-runner-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R-TU_0u_fNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9OEtvIJ5E6M/s72-c/AMKSS+RCY+at+NFC+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6831372005622071697</id><published>2008-03-21T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:25:46.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Yes QinJie, we do need to talk, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6831372005622071697?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6831372005622071697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6831372005622071697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6831372005622071697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6831372005622071697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-so-much-for-red-cross-helping-land.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-312350712558169098</id><published>2008-03-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:03:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;Went to sch pretty early, for&lt;br /&gt;my own entertainment. Ncos,&lt;br /&gt;Zx &amp;amp; ______ went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why she tagged&lt;br /&gt;along too. Talking abt this makes&lt;br /&gt;my blood boil. Like wtf, hello,&lt;br /&gt;you are such a mf. Saying we&lt;br /&gt;can't set examples eh, &amp;amp; you&lt;br /&gt;choose to tell the other Ncos&lt;br /&gt;whom you know would just&lt;br /&gt;politely listen and can&lt;br /&gt;withstand your nonsense. If you&lt;br /&gt;had the guts, come find me la.&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure you go away&lt;br /&gt;speechless, swallowing back&lt;br /&gt;your idiotic words.&lt;br /&gt;'How about you then? Saying&lt;br /&gt;we don't set gd eg right? Do&lt;br /&gt;you even come for trngs?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no. You are always&lt;br /&gt;Missing In Action alright,&lt;br /&gt;coming only 2 out of 20 trngs.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell ya, your presence&lt;br /&gt;ain't missed at all, mf. So you&lt;br /&gt;say we should set gd egs.&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you to say this&lt;br /&gt;man. If you were Wj, Joanne,&lt;br /&gt;Xy, Wl or anyone else for that&lt;br /&gt;matter of fact, I'd gladly oblige,&lt;br /&gt;because I look up to them, sorry,&lt;br /&gt;definitely not you, cause in my&lt;br /&gt;eyes, you are just a useless&lt;br /&gt;piece of shit. Think before you&lt;br /&gt;say can, do you think you can&lt;br /&gt;outdo our current batch of Ncos?&lt;br /&gt;Make the squad achieve what&lt;br /&gt;it is now? You aren't even fit to&lt;br /&gt;be called 'ma'am' okay. Y'know,&lt;br /&gt;you suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'd dedicated one paragraph&lt;br /&gt;to you, aren't you happy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch, came back n had&lt;br /&gt;some problem with Land ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like just telling them off.&lt;br /&gt;Sad that Qj wasn't there, he went&lt;br /&gt;super num. But had things&lt;br /&gt;settled after awhile. Cadets&lt;br /&gt;taught Land evac, and the Ncos&lt;br /&gt;of both UG sat at the back&lt;br /&gt;silently watching our cadets'&lt;br /&gt;performance. After the lesson&lt;br /&gt;was over, had grilling session&lt;br /&gt;again. Monday ended just&lt;br /&gt;like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Had chem remedial, okay Ms Low&lt;br /&gt;was so NICE to come back n teach&lt;br /&gt;us mole concept etc. Afterwards&lt;br /&gt;went for 'little red hen' musical.&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring like no one's business&lt;br /&gt;and we were drenched though we&lt;br /&gt;had umbrellas. Our shoes were&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly soaked, and our clothes&lt;br /&gt;became kinda translucent. Guides&lt;br /&gt;took a bus there after they break&lt;br /&gt;camp, but weren't any better off,&lt;br /&gt;cause they still had to run under&lt;br /&gt;the rain to reach the place. So&lt;br /&gt;most of us were soaking wet &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get dry. Inside the&lt;br /&gt;air-conditioned hall, I sat next&lt;br /&gt;to Vanessa and Edna. We&lt;br /&gt;concentrated more on keeping&lt;br /&gt;warm than on the show. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Its like, almost the whole hall&lt;br /&gt;was filled with squirming children&lt;br /&gt;and their patient parents. Except&lt;br /&gt;for the bunch of us from GG n RC.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the musical was more&lt;br /&gt;or less for little kids, so the&lt;br /&gt;line, 'for ages 2 to 92' was abit&lt;br /&gt;wrong. Though the GOOSE was&lt;br /&gt;extremely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, went to tpy with ncos&lt;br /&gt;to eat. Walked around a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;but you see, tpy has nth much&lt;br /&gt;to see. So went home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Dragonboat with UGs. Reminds&lt;br /&gt;me of RCYC. Partnered Tan Yiling.&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, KS n YL was behind,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; kept splashing water at us. The&lt;br /&gt;water was friggin' dirty!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;But overall, db was definitely fun,&lt;br /&gt;though muscles kinda ached&lt;br /&gt;afterwards. Soon after, saw&lt;br /&gt;NYJC db ppl. Joanne was there&lt;br /&gt;too. I can't believe she's so heartless!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school to see the&lt;br /&gt;cadets prepare for Arts Fest. And&lt;br /&gt;yes, unbelievably, half of the 1 week&lt;br /&gt;holiday's gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Went to sch to see the dance &amp;amp; video&lt;br /&gt;grp, dance being sec 3s, &amp;amp; video being&lt;br /&gt;sec 2s. Pearlyn n Winny went to hq&lt;br /&gt;for their AOP, while the rest stayed&lt;br /&gt;in sch to try complete the video.&lt;br /&gt;Around 5 ++, all sec 2s n 3s present&lt;br /&gt;were made to fall in in the parade sq,&lt;br /&gt;where we presented to the empty&lt;br /&gt;sch our 1st runner up team &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;performance! LOL. Cadets as&lt;br /&gt;well as Ncos reminisced those&lt;br /&gt;Footdrill competition days, &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;we all took pride in holding the&lt;br /&gt;pretty, gleaming Green n Gold&lt;br /&gt;poles. More footdrill followed&lt;br /&gt;after that, and later, we went&lt;br /&gt;to Winny's house to settle the&lt;br /&gt;Zulu video. Vivian n I had to leave&lt;br /&gt;early, n the rest diligently&lt;br /&gt;continued the huge task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days has been&lt;br /&gt;raining heavily. Should be&lt;br /&gt;global warming la, else it would&lt;br /&gt;be monsoon seaon? haha, sry,&lt;br /&gt;my geog sucks. So far both my&lt;br /&gt;shoes are wet, which makes me&lt;br /&gt;very upset. So today I'm smart&lt;br /&gt;to wear slippers. Yeah smart till&lt;br /&gt;I forgot slippers had no friction.&lt;br /&gt;I 'almost' fell countless number&lt;br /&gt;of times. Every step is so&lt;br /&gt;dangerous! But I reached home&lt;br /&gt;safe n sound, thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What am I doing now??&lt;br /&gt;A:I've just put a piece of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;containing champagne in it into&lt;br /&gt;my mouth, Dad bought it back&lt;br /&gt;from his trip to Germany. It&lt;br /&gt;tastes awful!!! Eeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, Daddy n Mummy&lt;br /&gt;are coming back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a gd thing or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so no more late nights for&lt;br /&gt;me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, bye ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-312350712558169098?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/312350712558169098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=312350712558169098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/312350712558169098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/312350712558169098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-went-to-sch-pretty-early-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-9200290055956413997</id><published>2008-03-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:20:38.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, lets talk about Friday's&lt;br /&gt;trng, then Saturday's fund fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Friday's trng was a bit&lt;br /&gt;special. Somehow it ain't like the&lt;br /&gt;usual trngs anymore. Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;things just got more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly felt so hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Sth that you are so used to, suddenly&lt;br /&gt;just gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somehow I got pissed at&lt;br /&gt;the start of trng. I shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;known about that. Made me so&lt;br /&gt;disappointed; how I wish it ain't&lt;br /&gt;true. Tell me it ain't alright, I'm&lt;br /&gt;not going to believe you'd do sth&lt;br /&gt;like that. And sec 3s again didn't&lt;br /&gt;rly fufil their duty, but well, you&lt;br /&gt;guys have only 1 month left with&lt;br /&gt;us. Cherish this 1 month to learn&lt;br /&gt;more before we hand over this to&lt;br /&gt;you guys. I believe, well yeah,&lt;br /&gt;sure you can do better than us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though many sec 1s didn't&lt;br /&gt;pass their health law test, it was&lt;br /&gt;comforting to know that at least&lt;br /&gt;there were cadets who did exceeding&lt;br /&gt;well, with their nicely done up&lt;br /&gt;posters. Also, for the RCK, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why. But again, I'm still glad that&lt;br /&gt;there were ppl who did pass the test,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not to mention, getting an A?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the rest, pls work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, after trng, behold,&lt;br /&gt;the bus bay session. It was weird,&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to the first aid kit. It did&lt;br /&gt;save someone's knees, Chongxi. =)&lt;br /&gt;I guess the fact that we're standing&lt;br /&gt;down in April rly hit them hard in&lt;br /&gt;the head, seemed so. Haha, hey, well&lt;br /&gt;contradicting all I've said before,&lt;br /&gt;taking over's not too bad a thing&lt;br /&gt;afterall, right? Makes you become&lt;br /&gt;a new person, though it can be&lt;br /&gt;stressing at times, but there'll still&lt;br /&gt;be some fun in it, and it does&lt;br /&gt;definitely bond the ncos!(First time&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully the sec 1s can open&lt;br /&gt;up more, so that Red Cross can have&lt;br /&gt;the bonding spirit. Then it'd be rly&lt;br /&gt;'One for All, All for One'. I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that day. =D&lt;br /&gt;That's all for Friday's trng I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And seeing them smiling &amp;amp; laughing etc;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reminisce. I want to be a cadet&lt;br /&gt;all over again. I'll nvr regret being a&lt;br /&gt;cadet of AMKSS rcy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Real hard to get myself out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;reached sch looking kind of lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, Mdm Yao actually&lt;br /&gt;called us 'Girl Guides'. Mistaken&lt;br /&gt;identity eh! Haha. Prepared first aid&lt;br /&gt;kits and stretchers, &amp;amp; tgt with some&lt;br /&gt;other UGs, we left in the bus n headed&lt;br /&gt;for Pasir Ris. I stumbled upon some&lt;br /&gt;shocking news again, which, I admit,&lt;br /&gt;was abit hard for me to handle. Those&lt;br /&gt;words again put me into a withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;syndrome, where I shut off from the&lt;br /&gt;rest during the bus journey. I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Sam, for not replying you when you&lt;br /&gt;talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there n did FAD with Chongxi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Shihui, they're rly kind of funny! Esp&lt;br /&gt;when they enquired about the breakfast&lt;br /&gt;that was supposed to be provided.&lt;br /&gt;And because our First Aid post saw&lt;br /&gt;no casualties, it was kind of a slack session&lt;br /&gt;for us. After the runners came and went,&lt;br /&gt;we found time to sit down and talk.&lt;br /&gt;Well, though it was some insignificant&lt;br /&gt;stuff, it was different, and fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It was a friend-to-friend talk, it was&lt;br /&gt;not commanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, went to rent skates with&lt;br /&gt;Yf, which we kind of regretted after&lt;br /&gt;we reached the rental area. She said&lt;br /&gt;there was no such thing as refund, so&lt;br /&gt;we waited. I can recall Yf when she just&lt;br /&gt;stood rooted to the spot, and then&lt;br /&gt;opened her mouth, to let out shrieks&lt;br /&gt;of help. Defeaning! Haha, just kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, met up with Vivian and&lt;br /&gt;Shihui, taught Yf to skate. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the main FA post had&lt;br /&gt;numerous casualties, silently&lt;br /&gt;demanding our invisible skills.&lt;br /&gt;Helped one girl clean her&lt;br /&gt;blood-stained knees, afterwhich&lt;br /&gt;bandaged up her wound. Only to&lt;br /&gt;see the Civic medics unwrap the&lt;br /&gt;bandage &amp;amp; making some adjustments&lt;br /&gt;to it. I know it was wrong for me to&lt;br /&gt;be upset at them, but I couldn't help&lt;br /&gt;it. Yf then said sth which held more&lt;br /&gt;meaning than my shallow words of&lt;br /&gt;complain. I rly should learn, to improve&lt;br /&gt;myself. My FA skills ain't that gd afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a beginner, who can hold not a&lt;br /&gt;candle to the experts. I must learn&lt;br /&gt;from them, to gain new knowledge, like&lt;br /&gt;Yf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later on, went to Swensens for lunch&lt;br /&gt;cum dinner. Tasty, but very sinful.&lt;br /&gt;Met pearlyn n winny. Zx was also quite&lt;br /&gt;entertaining. Cadets 'told' us in loud,&lt;br /&gt;and continuous sounds. For a moment, I&lt;br /&gt;thought it was not gg to end! haha, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;Poor them, subjected to 5 Aops with&lt;br /&gt;grpmates who know nuts abt evac.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, even though you guys&lt;br /&gt;yourself are upset about so much work,&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud for you guys; you all aren't&lt;br /&gt;ignorant about any of these. At least&lt;br /&gt;you know what is an AOP, etc.&lt;br /&gt;You all even have evac gold. That's&lt;br /&gt;sth that's not easy to achieve, for&lt;br /&gt;someone in sec 2! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday has just passed like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now currently like a roasted pig.&lt;br /&gt;Roasted RED. And very Piggish&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm practically lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;And my forehead hurts. Skin's peeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty long post today, a great&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment!! haha. gdnight peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-9200290055956413997?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/9200290055956413997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=9200290055956413997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/9200290055956413997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/9200290055956413997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-so-lets-talk-about-fridays-trng.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5485811370685852019</id><published>2008-03-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:07:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YCK grassroot club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sec 1s, 2s, 3s and qh at&lt;br /&gt;YCK mrt, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;many times we emphasised&lt;br /&gt;on the importance of tardiness,&lt;br /&gt;no one rly seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;Which kind of pisses me off,&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning; though&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly that early&lt;br /&gt;either, I know that, but I&lt;br /&gt;ain't late, that's what matters. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game schedule didn't&lt;br /&gt;go as according to our plan,&lt;br /&gt;but instead those kids played&lt;br /&gt;in the 'ball area'. Ehh, so the&lt;br /&gt;thing goes like this, each cadet&lt;br /&gt;is assigned to one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; these are the holy rules.&lt;br /&gt;1. When you've been assigned&lt;br /&gt;to your child, you have to&lt;br /&gt;take full responsibilty of him/her&lt;br /&gt;and have to make sure he/she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't get injured or neglected.&lt;br /&gt;2. Follow him/her everywhere&lt;br /&gt;he/she goes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure he/she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;run around, such that he/she&lt;br /&gt;won't fall down &amp;amp; get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 'FORTUNATELY',&lt;br /&gt;I got a very NICE and CUTE child.&lt;br /&gt;So nice of him to be so hyperactive&lt;br /&gt;and playful, &amp;amp; don't want to sit down&lt;br /&gt;to do things as a grp with the other&lt;br /&gt;little kids. &amp;amp; so nice of him to scramble&lt;br /&gt;up the tiny &amp;amp; squeezy structures that&lt;br /&gt;are meant for kids his age so fast, &amp;amp; rmb&lt;br /&gt;what I said in point number 2 of the rules;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, many ppl got to see the unglam&lt;br /&gt;side of me as I hurried up to be by my&lt;br /&gt;child's side. Apparently, he likes it when&lt;br /&gt;I slide down that steep purple slide&lt;br /&gt;after him. Y'know, he takes pleasure&lt;br /&gt;in seeing me 'fly' down the slide, because&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a buffalo trying to slide down&lt;br /&gt;a narrow slide meant for children.&lt;br /&gt;But, he's still cute! He demands for&lt;br /&gt;hugs from almost everyone, carried&lt;br /&gt;him numerous times today; &amp;amp; I feel&lt;br /&gt;seriously ashamed of myself. Like&lt;br /&gt;he's just a little kid while I'm a fifteen&lt;br /&gt;year old, but sometimes I'm unable&lt;br /&gt;to pacify him. How useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the sweat from chasing&lt;br /&gt;him around, &amp;amp; not forgetting the&lt;br /&gt;shouting for him to wait up for me,&lt;br /&gt;so that I can watch out for his safety,&lt;br /&gt;his parents came to fetch him home.&lt;br /&gt;I realised he's actually kinda adorable&lt;br /&gt;and lovable, so free of worry and so&lt;br /&gt;carefree. No homework, no stress.&lt;br /&gt;When life revolved solely around the&lt;br /&gt;simple word, PLAY. Everyday would&lt;br /&gt;be a happy day. And we would all&lt;br /&gt;indulge in the riches of p-l-a-y.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, what a wonderful ending. Ya&lt;br /&gt;right, if only life would end like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this little boy that I took,&lt;br /&gt;he's still young, and will have to grow&lt;br /&gt;up one day. I would hope that he will&lt;br /&gt;outgrow the communication&lt;br /&gt;problem that he has now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also realised&lt;br /&gt;that the sec 2s and 3s have grown.&lt;br /&gt;Much as they have seen 'the other&lt;br /&gt;side of us, ma'ams' , I have seen the&lt;br /&gt;other side of them too. I guess&lt;br /&gt;time passed very quickly. Well,&lt;br /&gt;back to the same old topic, we're&lt;br /&gt;passing out soon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway after the kids have&lt;br /&gt;all left, some sec 2s and us sec 4s&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to j8, supposedly for a&lt;br /&gt;grp lunch. However, while walking&lt;br /&gt;to the desinated Yoshi, Edna and I&lt;br /&gt;decided we'd go 'missing'. Yea so,&lt;br /&gt;sorry peeps, didn't mean to ps you&lt;br /&gt;guys! Went to popular in search&lt;br /&gt;of Edna's stationery etc. Then&lt;br /&gt;grabbed sth light before gg up to&lt;br /&gt;'find' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at a corner outside Popular,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; did what girls did best. Gossip&lt;br /&gt;and talk like there's no tmr. Eh,&lt;br /&gt;well, not rly gossip la, but some&lt;br /&gt;real funny stuffs did happen&lt;br /&gt;while Yf went to get our Leap&lt;br /&gt;Year tickets. I find the sec 2s&lt;br /&gt;amusing n humorous! They can&lt;br /&gt;get so friggin high over some&lt;br /&gt;powder spilt on Yf's bag. (Though&lt;br /&gt;actually all of us were laughing&lt;br /&gt;madly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited till 4.30pm, then caught&lt;br /&gt;Leap Years with Edna and Yf.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who we saw. Its none&lt;br /&gt;other than the 'infamous'&lt;br /&gt;Ang Jing Han, and his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, she is. Yf couldn't&lt;br /&gt;stop laughing at this Mr Ang,&lt;br /&gt;whose wearing a green shirt, too&lt;br /&gt;prominent to miss her eagle eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, at certain parts of the show,&lt;br /&gt;this Tan YiFang laughed the&lt;br /&gt;loudest in the cinema. Also, she&lt;br /&gt;kept grabbing on to my arm.&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm your right one! -____-&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, the show&lt;br /&gt;was worth the exorbitant price&lt;br /&gt;of $9.50 because today's a&lt;br /&gt;saturday. Okay, so that's all.&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post. Cya peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5485811370685852019?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5485811370685852019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5485811370685852019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5485811370685852019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5485811370685852019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/03/yck-grassroot-club-met-sec-1s-2s-3s-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4072258757121630830</id><published>2008-02-29T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:11:59.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ Martina Mcbride-Concrete Angel *With Lyrics!*♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QDm03Foq2T0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QDm03Foq2T0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please stop CHILD ABUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4072258757121630830?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4072258757121630830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4072258757121630830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4072258757121630830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4072258757121630830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/martina-mcbride-concrete-angel-with.html' title='♫ Martina Mcbride-Concrete Angel *With Lyrics!*♫'/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6155042715494344525</id><published>2008-02-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:10:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday training.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, sec 1s, 2s and 3s.&lt;br /&gt;Ma'm Weilin came. Her VI&lt;br /&gt;uniform, immaculate, white&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; clean. I wondered how long&lt;br /&gt;it has been since I had seen&lt;br /&gt;OUR vis in their uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool, cause she's&lt;br /&gt;donning on the REDCROSS&lt;br /&gt;HEADQUARTER's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;even Mr Ong said its nice!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;err, okay nvm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole of today&lt;br /&gt;I have been gg around telling&lt;br /&gt;ppl how cute Ms ___ is! Okay&lt;br /&gt;la, I said 'Mrs Chan, Ms Chin and&lt;br /&gt;Ms ___ so cute !!' I think I kinda&lt;br /&gt;irritated ppl! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During trng, stayed in rc room&lt;br /&gt;with Weilin, Vaneh, ahma, and Mrs&lt;br /&gt;Chan. We were diligently wrapping&lt;br /&gt;the gifts for tmr's little kiddos! =))&lt;br /&gt;Gossipped A LITTLE, so cute and&lt;br /&gt;funny can! And another special&lt;br /&gt;thing, NO BUS BAY SESSION&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! I think the cadets&lt;br /&gt;were pretty much overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;at this wonderful news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited with Vanessa for her&lt;br /&gt;cousin to come out. And she&lt;br /&gt;keep di-siao-ing me. chehhh.&lt;br /&gt;Walked with juliana to road&lt;br /&gt;junction, books and bag so&lt;br /&gt;heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I still have to get&lt;br /&gt;up early for YCK grassroot&lt;br /&gt;club thingy. However, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TGIF&lt;br /&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today VE lesson, Mrs Jothi&lt;br /&gt;showed us ppt slides abt Polys&lt;br /&gt;etc. I want to aim high, but am&lt;br /&gt;definitely afraid of falling hard&lt;br /&gt;when the results come back.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6155042715494344525?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6155042715494344525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6155042715494344525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6155042715494344525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6155042715494344525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-training.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5037313101145411660</id><published>2008-02-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:54:32.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Dragged myself out of bed at around 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Super shagged from ystd's trng. But have to be in sch&lt;br /&gt;by 6.30 to help the sirs and ma'ams start sorting the&lt;br /&gt;donation tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadets came a little bit later. Asked the sec 3s to think&lt;br /&gt;of a cheer for this fund raising activity. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I say D-O-N, A-T-I-O-N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its cool, its fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O, fund raising! *clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bus bay&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;practise this cheer, cause by that time, our sch had&lt;br /&gt;already been&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; infested&lt;/span&gt; by ppl from other schools.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but i don't really like to see the sch filled with&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl, some of which have attitudes like errm, like&lt;br /&gt;pang sai. And and, we managed to split the whole squad&lt;br /&gt;into TWO squads. Friggin' cool!, and there were TWO&lt;br /&gt;I/Cs. Cool, right?! Made then fall in at the foyer, gave out&lt;br /&gt;donation cans, since there was no VI assigned to help us.&lt;br /&gt;So, blah blah blah..and Amkss RCY was ready to go. Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;all the schs took their tin cans and left for fundd raising, leaving&lt;br /&gt;the sch in absolute silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian hui and I stayed back, supposedly for admin stuff,with&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoyuan ma'am, Xinyu ma'am, Hongzhou sir, and don't&lt;br /&gt;know what other sir. *ahem ahem, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;broken wrist&lt;/span&gt;. lol. Yifang&lt;br /&gt;and Edna had to attend Ms Lee's 'fabulous' maths lesson. Qh&lt;br /&gt;and I were kinda bored to our wits, that we took out the 1st&lt;br /&gt;runner up poles to play. We did our formation once, 2 ppl so&lt;br /&gt;lonely on the empty parade square. We counted the timing&lt;br /&gt;kind of effortlessly, it was the formation that we had practised&lt;br /&gt;so hard for. Every bang and timing said, was said and&lt;br /&gt;done with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;immense pride&lt;/span&gt;. We take pride in everything we do,&lt;br /&gt;because we're self motivated. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'things to do when Qh and Yl are bored'&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we played with water. From our twin bottles. It was fun to&lt;br /&gt;run around the sch, enjoying the peace, and only hearing the&lt;br /&gt;sounds of our heavy footsteps. In the end, breathlessness&lt;br /&gt;caught up with us, as we 'strolled' back to the foyer. Ended&lt;br /&gt;up talking with the sir and ma'ams in RC room.Waited&lt;br /&gt;for Edna and Yf to come, talked even more. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Xinyu ma'am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hongzhou sir&lt;/span&gt; were walking around the sch. How romantic!&lt;br /&gt;*ahem ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talked to Xiaoyuan ma'am abt VI life. I guess the NCOs&lt;br /&gt;had quite a fun time laughing at some of the comments she&lt;br /&gt;made, that we hardly realised it was 12 pm and the students&lt;br /&gt;have returned from their fund raising. Rushed back out to&lt;br /&gt;render our help! We're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;helpful, initiated&lt;/span&gt; kiddos! Halfway&lt;br /&gt;through, some of us started complaining abt our rumbling&lt;br /&gt;tummies and discussing about where to have lunch at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After packing up and besurai the cadets, had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;some of the cadets and VIs at kfc. Talked and chilled with&lt;br /&gt;the cadets. And i'm not a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Very Important&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PENGUIN&lt;/span&gt; okay!&lt;br /&gt;Though it sounds kinda cute. Sighhhhhhhh I think this&lt;br /&gt;would make it even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;harder for us to let go&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;break the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bonds&lt;/span&gt;. Left for amk hub after that. Combed fairprice extra&lt;br /&gt;for Qh's new bag, but ended up with Qh not buying&lt;br /&gt;anything, but Yf and me bought sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mrt, we talked about the future. How impt social&lt;br /&gt;life would be, and would we still have the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;passion for rc&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;join VIP&lt;/span&gt;? But I guess I would make an effort, to give&lt;br /&gt;my best for this Society that I have spent 7 yrs with.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl's persuasion are so influential. Like from a period of&lt;br /&gt;time where I was quite sure I wouldn't join VIP, till now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;half convinced to join&lt;/span&gt;. I need opinions, whether I should&lt;br /&gt;join, and dedicate my life to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SRCY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Should I join VIP&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5037313101145411660?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5037313101145411660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5037313101145411660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5037313101145411660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5037313101145411660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8137852040532472283</id><published>2008-02-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:59:29.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, I haven't been blogging from since last week.&lt;br /&gt;That's because common tests kept me busy studying&lt;br /&gt;the whole of last week. One test after another, everyday&lt;br /&gt;has been like hell. Not having enough sleep, not being able&lt;br /&gt;to really stay awake and fully focused during lesson etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;its just so....umm, stressful. Its the struggle of scoring well&lt;br /&gt;for every single test. GAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday there was trng. Well, everything as usual,&lt;br /&gt;though there were quite a number of cock-ups. Like during&lt;br /&gt;teaching of lessons, and during PT. You could say the NCOs&lt;br /&gt;were pissed off and almost exploded. Okay fine, maybe I'm&lt;br /&gt;the one who's feeling that way. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just feel so pissed&lt;br /&gt;off, sometimes!&lt;/span&gt; But somethings aren't meant to be said!!&lt;br /&gt;Which is super frustrating!!, and you can't rant at anyone&lt;br /&gt;or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after trng, again we had the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bus-Bay drill&lt;/span&gt;! Okay,&lt;br /&gt;anything that's happening in the Bus-bay, ain't a&lt;br /&gt;good thing. But I think they're already used to it. So, ystd's&lt;br /&gt;was a little bit more saddening, than the previous few times.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we added in the VIP thing, as well as POP. Gosh, totally&lt;br /&gt;can't believe we're stepping down in a few months time. So thats&lt;br /&gt;the BIG problem. No need for elaboration i guess. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think my posts&lt;br /&gt;are boring, because its the same old routine. Every week's trng&lt;br /&gt;ends up alike.*&lt;/span&gt; Ahhhh well, i should say things that aren't so monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the HQ sirs came down to prepare the stuff needed for today's flag day.&lt;br /&gt;Total disaster, but at least we tried. I should have the mindset that its&lt;br /&gt;all just a tiny misunderstanding. Nvm, and so after Bus-bay drill, I guessed&lt;br /&gt;everyone had woken up a bit more? Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We need the pillars. You ppl have to be strong, as I said, don't ever let yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;break down. You can't afford to, because they need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy leading,sec 3s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8137852040532472283?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8137852040532472283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8137852040532472283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8137852040532472283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8137852040532472283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-i-havent-been-blogging-from.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2661772996747810841</id><published>2008-02-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:51:54.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/span&gt;, you have to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only you can help me pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maths with flying colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please come back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That china teacher knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nuts about Maths, you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2661772996747810841?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/2661772996747810841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=2661772996747810841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2661772996747810841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/2661772996747810841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/weilin-you-have-to-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-5843919348444430747</id><published>2008-02-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:52:29.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will try to attend your musical.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-5843919348444430747?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/5843919348444430747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=5843919348444430747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5843919348444430747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/5843919348444430747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-didnt-tell-me-you-were-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8280122524900834200</id><published>2008-02-17T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:12:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BELATED&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're happy..=)&lt;br /&gt;Anw, NFC ystd was alright.&lt;br /&gt;1st runner up in North District,&lt;br /&gt;National Top 8. Is that considered&lt;br /&gt;good? Why didn't i feel the contentment&lt;br /&gt;and satisfaction like i did during FAC?&lt;br /&gt;Was it because i was too complacent?&lt;br /&gt;That i knew we stood a better chance?&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole competition, i was&lt;br /&gt;giving the super dao and zhuai face to&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone. Even when i commanded&lt;br /&gt;the squad etc. So much till the extent maybe&lt;br /&gt;some ppl thought i was arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the passion is almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;That i didn't even cry or feel that happy&lt;br /&gt;when the results were announced, or&lt;br /&gt;even when Mr Chia came to look for me&lt;br /&gt;with baby Dylan to congratulate me.&lt;br /&gt;That i didn't feel really upset that we&lt;br /&gt;lost count during our performance.&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was just too tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;That my brain stopped working&lt;br /&gt;after the Preliminary round was&lt;br /&gt;over. When i hugged ma'am Xinyu&lt;br /&gt;who was in her VI uniform, OUR VI,&lt;br /&gt;with that silver trohpy in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;We achieved sth more than a COP.&lt;br /&gt;Yet yesterday was just like another&lt;br /&gt;day. I couldn't bring myself to smile at&lt;br /&gt;all after the Preliminary round. But i could&lt;br /&gt;definitely see everyone's efforts, when they&lt;br /&gt;broke down and cried when Chanel ma'am&lt;br /&gt;announced Group 6 - Ang Mo Kio Secondary&lt;br /&gt;has achieved the 1st runner up in North District&lt;br /&gt;and is qualified to enter the national round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;They are the future leaders. Its their turn&lt;br /&gt;to take the initiative. To make sure our&lt;br /&gt;tiny little unit doesn't get bullied, or looked&lt;br /&gt;down upon. We must regain our past glory,&lt;br /&gt;where we are the victorious AMKSS. My&lt;br /&gt;faith in you guys shall slowly build up, just&lt;br /&gt;make sure you don't do anything to make me&lt;br /&gt;stop believing in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFC 2008 has finally passed. I bet you guys&lt;br /&gt;are happy that you won't ever need to stay back&lt;br /&gt;every monday to practise, ain't i right? Well,&lt;br /&gt;our time as an NCO is almost up. Did we fufil&lt;br /&gt;what we were entrusted to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8280122524900834200?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8280122524900834200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8280122524900834200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8280122524900834200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8280122524900834200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-belated-birthday-edna.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1534687325721902061</id><published>2008-02-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:10:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 more days&lt;/span&gt; to FootDrill Competition.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already getting the jitters. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full dress rehearsal today. It was kind&lt;br /&gt;of a letdown though. Gahhh, I guess I&lt;br /&gt;expected too much again. Luckily Mrs&lt;br /&gt;Chan agreed for another trng on wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;else we'd all be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried practising in the parade square,&lt;br /&gt;gosh, couldn't really co-ordinate the&lt;br /&gt;bangings and armswings etc. Sigh, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trng came the punishments. That was&lt;br /&gt;the 'fun' part. Did half squat for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up the whole squad had shaking legs.&lt;br /&gt;But it was then we reminisced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We used to do half squat occassionally as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;punishment, there was this once where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right after doing half squat, we had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;footdrills, Combined Uniform Group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;footdrills. Imagine your legs shaking like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jelly after which you still have to do footdrill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I have to admit, its kinda cool la. That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;induces the endurance, and fighting spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The passion, the 'One for All, All for One'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;motto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love Red Cross. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and after the 10 minutes half squat,&lt;br /&gt;we ran with Vivian. She ran 6 rounds,&lt;br /&gt;we ran 4. Good enough okay! Vivian,&lt;br /&gt;aren't you touched? To have the ma'ams&lt;br /&gt;run with you! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'sense'&lt;/span&gt; that our unit is getting&lt;br /&gt;more and more bonded. Ah, but then again,&lt;br /&gt;we're stepping down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FDC's the last competition for us, the&lt;br /&gt;'WONDERFUL' NCOS!&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Cadets, make our dream come true&lt;br /&gt;and give Edna a wonderful birthday okay!&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1534687325721902061?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1534687325721902061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1534687325721902061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1534687325721902061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1534687325721902061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-5-more-days-to-footdrill.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-6347410477033780048</id><published>2008-02-10T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:43:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy cny !&lt;br /&gt;And so, this time every year&lt;br /&gt;means going back to Penang&lt;br /&gt;to bai nian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I so love my cousins =)&lt;br /&gt;And I learned how to play&lt;br /&gt;mahjong! Haha, but of course,&lt;br /&gt;no money involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel super slack now.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll have to run more&lt;br /&gt;and do more pt when I&lt;br /&gt;return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its SIX more days&lt;br /&gt;to FDC. I feel I'm gonna faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-6347410477033780048?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/6347410477033780048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=6347410477033780048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6347410477033780048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/6347410477033780048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny-and-so-this-time-every-year.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-97977611901488702</id><published>2008-02-02T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:08:16.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, another week has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Common tests almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Its really taxing, esp when there's&lt;br /&gt;2 tests in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every monday there's FDC trng.&lt;br /&gt;Every tuesday there's study session.&lt;br /&gt;Every wednesday there's piano.&lt;br /&gt;Every thursday, i'm glad there's nth on.&lt;br /&gt;Every friday there's training.&lt;br /&gt;Every saturday, i get to slp like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Every sunday there's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week by week passes.&lt;br /&gt;FDC's on 16 feb. have faith!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; we can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was normal trng.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1s came. The number was&lt;br /&gt;satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, having&lt;br /&gt;a bigger number of cadets&lt;br /&gt;might mean that the standard&lt;br /&gt;will drop? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, amkss RCY is a multi-racial&lt;br /&gt;ug. We also have a guy. That calls&lt;br /&gt;for a celebration, doesn't it? But&lt;br /&gt;that also means we all have to learn&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guys way&lt;/span&gt; of doing pumpings;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NCOs included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, the incorporation of&lt;br /&gt;guys pumpings into our trngs&lt;br /&gt;began yesterday. Seems a good&lt;br /&gt;way to train up our endurance.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that as time passes, we&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all, don't you find the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bus bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very memorable place? The bus&lt;br /&gt;bay's a place where every generation&lt;br /&gt;of cadets &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous sessions of undesired&lt;br /&gt;naggings took place there. One day,&lt;br /&gt;every single one of you will come&lt;br /&gt;to know. To know that it ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;to maintain not only your own&lt;br /&gt;passion but your jnrs' passion as&lt;br /&gt;well, to endure the stress, to groom&lt;br /&gt;the jnrs, to wake them up, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to take over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day. Believe in karma, cause&lt;br /&gt;it does happen. As according to&lt;br /&gt;the rest, karma's just the IN thing now.&lt;br /&gt;But it will really happen, when&lt;br /&gt;you finally understand what its&lt;br /&gt;like to be - disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than achieving sth for FDC,&lt;br /&gt;my last wish from amkss RCY is&lt;br /&gt;to be able to have a good&lt;br /&gt;Passing-Out-Parade and an&lt;br /&gt;unforgettable farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just take it as we've nvr really&lt;br /&gt;earned your respect, and that&lt;br /&gt;we're just a bunch of drama kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to step down, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-97977611901488702?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/97977611901488702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=97977611901488702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/97977611901488702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/97977611901488702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so-another-week-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4109856035386123771</id><published>2008-01-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:36:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took some pics from sam's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SV3BodVAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3ADMjkXcUy8/s1600-h/macs,+fries+like+campfire!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157912245809533954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SV3BodVAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3ADMjkXcUy8/s320/macs,+fries+like+campfire!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SVvhodU_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vko8KLFxRi0/s1600-h/green+ppl+at+amk+mac,+dinner+cum+supper!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157912116960515058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SVvhodU_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vko8KLFxRi0/s320/green+ppl+at+amk+mac,+dinner+cum+supper!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SVjxodU-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/mGIarRYdQEI/s1600-h/gambling+in+npcc+room!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157911915097052130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SVjxodU-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/mGIarRYdQEI/s320/gambling+in+npcc+room!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sec 1 orientation camp was fun, cause we are the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGLs, and are entitled to slack. seeing those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sec 1s brought back the old memories. like how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'toot' we used to be.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, back then, we were much more well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;behaved, less daring, less outspoken. sec 1s these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days..they would never understand again. sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this camp's main 'attraction' is the campfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the campfire that raynor and the rest planned so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hard for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the morale of the sec 1s was initially low, but with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the help of the OGLs and emcees, the sec 1s perked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up abit, and started to get hyper. halfway through, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fire suddenly died, got all of us so nervous as to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what to do. but the npcc had quick reaction time, &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got the fire back up in fast time. towards the individual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class performance time, it started to rain. all the UGLs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were already on standby, just waiting for Raynor to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shout for cat 1 or sth. then had to bring canteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;benches up to the hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any idea how heavy a bench is? individually carry up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the hall and all. so saikang can. not that we are so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weak that can't even carry a bench, but its so saikang!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, mr siva was super kind to treat us to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner-cum-supper at around 11 ++. 100 bucks yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the greens(that would be us, cause our tees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are green), walked to amk central macs, ate and chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went back to sch, patrolled around, enjoying amkss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bathed in cold water!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'song bo?!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'song ah!!!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carried sofa into NPCC room, and all the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not-supposed-to-be-done stuff are all done! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't think wrongly, its nth much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after awhile, kapo rc room's stretcher and brought it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into parade square. crapped with barrie, desmond and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sam. in the end, slept 1 hour only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next morning, woke up hald dead. but the consolation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was that, while others were having lessons, we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at bishan park slacking away. sec 1 classes did not come till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much later though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking about sec 1s, they totally made us shout like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esp the station masters. sec 1s these days..*shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all the classes left, we could go!! went to RC HQ to collect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;badges! i've now got full house and 1 extra badge!! wheeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i feel i'm beginning to more hardworking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D bye ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4109856035386123771?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4109856035386123771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4109856035386123771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4109856035386123771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4109856035386123771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/took-some-pics-from-sams-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5SV3BodVAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3ADMjkXcUy8/s72-c/macs,+fries+like+campfire!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4708029715227188638</id><published>2008-01-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:04:16.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What Hurts The Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that’s not what gets me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was being so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still Harder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is being so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is being so close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not seeing that loving you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s what I was trying to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4708029715227188638?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4708029715227188638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4708029715227188638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4708029715227188638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4708029715227188638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/rascal-flatts-what-hurts-most-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-4417396794639007098</id><published>2008-01-20T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:53:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157555810768606162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NRrxodU9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/QqlKPAxoAZI/s320/DSC_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NQMxodU8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/53JzmEzwbxo/s1600-h/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157554178681033666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NQMxodU8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/53JzmEzwbxo/s320/DSC_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NPmRodU7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/II07ve-NLEk/s1600-h/DSC_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157553517256070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NPmRodU7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/II07ve-NLEk/s320/DSC_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NOzBodU6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/cTkBvtJh92k/s1600-h/DSC_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157552636787774370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NOzBodU6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/cTkBvtJh92k/s320/DSC_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NOJxodU5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/dCq59ITazg0/s1600-h/DSC_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157551928118170514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5NOJxodU5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/dCq59ITazg0/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4051672196890504109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/ccao.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_33UxC0epg64/R5IltxodUsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6Wh3DCvuALY/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1082438544168976929</id><published>2008-01-11T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:07:22.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you won't understand; don't even&lt;br /&gt;bother to imagine how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;that humiliation, i couldn't bear.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, perhaps i ain't as capable&lt;br /&gt;as you all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am who i am, that won't change.&lt;br /&gt;and we do what we feel's right.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1082438544168976929?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1082438544168976929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=1082438544168976929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1082438544168976929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/1082438544168976929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-wont-understand-dont-even-bother-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2120674205073117385</id><published>2008-01-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:09:07.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, all i can say is that i'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in my cadets&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in their behaviour&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in the number of new sec 1s&lt;br /&gt;disappointed at how they wear their uniform&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in how others view us&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i could at least see some passion.&lt;br /&gt;that look in their eyes that i can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be letting go soon,&lt;br /&gt;will they make us proud?&lt;br /&gt;will they uphold our unit's name?&lt;br /&gt;will they uphold the meaning behind the emblem?&lt;br /&gt;will they have more respect for us?&lt;br /&gt;will they learn?&lt;br /&gt;will they be independent?&lt;br /&gt;and the most important, will they show the&lt;br /&gt;rest our strength? our unity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cadets, you all are my pride, glory, and joy.&lt;br /&gt;we(ncos) have groomed you into who you&lt;br /&gt;are today. please don't let us down. we have&lt;br /&gt;trained you so hard, and our efforts are&lt;br /&gt;paying off, bit by bit. your bangings are&lt;br /&gt;improving. you bang as one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our past footdrill motto was&lt;br /&gt;'one soft united bang is better than one loud machine gun bang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now our motto can be changed, cause&lt;br /&gt;we have done better. i'm proud of you&lt;br /&gt;for that! we will win 2nd runner up in FDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we...........come from RED CROSS&lt;br /&gt;famous in all UG.&lt;br /&gt;we come from a famous grp called RED CROSS.&lt;br /&gt;we fight for our glory, we fight for our victory,&lt;br /&gt;we fight with a spirit never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;RED CROSS RED CROSS all the way!&lt;br /&gt;we like it here we like it there we found&lt;br /&gt;ourselves a home, a home,&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOME! *bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stepping down with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't belittle us, we'll outshine you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2120674205073117385?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3668120015062659259</id><published>2008-01-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:47:13.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rrooaarrr, my attempts to blog always fail.&lt;br /&gt;anw, today ccao. damn rush and last min,&lt;br /&gt;scare the daylights out of us when they said&lt;br /&gt;our HOLY ambulance wouldn't arrive. ncos all&lt;br /&gt;got so worked up, and the sec 3s were silently&lt;br /&gt;anxious. afterall, this is their performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the ambulance finally arrived, qh and i&lt;br /&gt;were there to direct the ambulance to its parking&lt;br /&gt;spot. she cheered like to no ones business. felt&lt;br /&gt;super relieved too la. then comes the rushing part,&lt;br /&gt;before the performances start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lil' bit of cock up abt performance time, cause&lt;br /&gt;ambulance came late. so, waited till the other&lt;br /&gt;CCAs all finished their performance before we&lt;br /&gt;started ours. as according to planned, i was situated&lt;br /&gt;in the ambulance with alvin sir and bettina ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;felt my heart rate increasing rapidly as the ambulance&lt;br /&gt;drove smoothly and smartly down the heavy metal ramps&lt;br /&gt;that kind-hearted ugians helped us to move.&lt;br /&gt;everything happened so fast, that the ambulance was&lt;br /&gt;barely in the limelight for more than a mere minute.&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone was stunned by our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that was the class by class to booth time!&lt;br /&gt;i was stationed at the ambulance with alvin sir. learned&lt;br /&gt;evac gold &amp;amp; how to push the stretcher up the ambulance&lt;br /&gt;as well as demo to the over-excited and impatient little&lt;br /&gt;KIDDOS. they are seriouslt kiddos okay, look at the way&lt;br /&gt;they play and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so meanwhile, yf and a few others verbally explained&lt;br /&gt;to them all the happenings in rc. yiling and the other few&lt;br /&gt;were 'baking' under the sun, trying to cook the sausages&lt;br /&gt;and other foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you, being the ambulance crew is damn not&lt;br /&gt;easy alright! trying to load and unload the stretcher left&lt;br /&gt;blisters on my palm. actually, the stretcher is damn light&lt;br /&gt;one, its the casualty that's heavy. tremendous strength is&lt;br /&gt;needed. i think i cocked- up with that stretcher thing, almost&lt;br /&gt;injured xinyu and weilin. i'm apologetic. heh. anyway, learnt&lt;br /&gt;sth new, and i'm glad about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and!!!, guys did enrol okay!! i'm so glad!!!! we're gonna&lt;br /&gt;have guys, hopefully. heh, i think this year is a success. and&lt;br /&gt;even though it was done super last minute, the presence of&lt;br /&gt;the ambulance just changed everything. and thanks to the&lt;br /&gt;help of alvin sir, bettina ma'am, seniors xinyu, weilin and kexin,&lt;br /&gt;i guess we will have more enrolment this year. but i hope these&lt;br /&gt;students will understand that we weren't conning them to&lt;br /&gt;join. its just, performance. sigh, we aren't conning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good job sec 3s. your next agenda is to complete your&lt;br /&gt;ice breaker proposal. good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, another thing to add. i'm not scandalous, and there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;much abt the peak cap thing to tease me abt. so conclusion&lt;br /&gt;is, there's nothing gg on!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school starts again tmr! its gonna be another hectic&lt;br /&gt;week. sighhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3668120015062659259?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/3668120015062659259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=3668120015062659259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3668120015062659259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/3668120015062659259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2008/01/rrooaarrr-my-attempts-to-blog-always.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-139573700662195640</id><published>2007-12-26T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:01:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss Ms Poon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-139573700662195640?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/139573700662195640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>okay, bravo outing. super happy to meet up&lt;br /&gt;with them, i dont' know why. felt relaxed and&lt;br /&gt;just, err happy. =) watched golden compass&lt;br /&gt;with sl, sh, hy, aaron &amp;amp; farhan sir. the ending&lt;br /&gt;of the show was &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;. probably cause&lt;br /&gt;there would be another show. inside the&lt;br /&gt;cinema was super cold, and imagine me&lt;br /&gt;holding my full rc uniform and boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie we rushed to cityhall mrt.&lt;br /&gt;met the rest, and headed to seoul garden.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny at first, when we tried&lt;br /&gt;to avoid eye contact with SOME PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;heh, so siling and i, retardedly pretended&lt;br /&gt;to count the number of eggs on the tray.&lt;br /&gt;super retarded and stupid!&lt;br /&gt;when we went to our seats, things got even&lt;br /&gt;funnier. we picked the side with less sirs,&lt;br /&gt;ended up sitting with shaf, jeannie, karin,&lt;br /&gt;sh, hy, farhan sir and mas ma'am. it was super&lt;br /&gt;funny, cause everyone was high and hyper,&lt;br /&gt;esp shaf. when cooking the food, we were all&lt;br /&gt;NOOBS, dont' know how to cook, and some&lt;br /&gt;like don't know how to use chopsticks, so&lt;br /&gt;the food ended up flying around.&lt;br /&gt;strands of noodles, sausages and blah blah&lt;br /&gt;went all around the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, after eating one small&lt;br /&gt;plate of spaghetti, i felt super super full,&lt;br /&gt;that both siling and i were trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;to push the remaining spaghetti on our&lt;br /&gt;plates into our mouths. siling commented&lt;br /&gt;that our spaghetti was the most expensive&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti ever. heh, and some ppl, just have&lt;br /&gt;super huge appetite. their stomachs, like a&lt;br /&gt;bottomless pit. heh, kept eating and eating,&lt;br /&gt;eat their $23 dollars worth. haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went esplanade to 'chill'.&lt;br /&gt;relived rcyc. by bathing in the wind!, very&lt;br /&gt;cooling up there, talked and played games,&lt;br /&gt;aww, i love it! =D at 10.30, ys sir said that&lt;br /&gt;we were kids and have to go home early,&lt;br /&gt;so we all left. took same train as siling, aaron,&lt;br /&gt;shaf, ys sir and kr sir. siling dragged shaf&lt;br /&gt;to our train. haha, shaf lives in cck, super&lt;br /&gt;duper far away from esplanade. hahaha, so&lt;br /&gt;when siling and aaron got off at tpy, shaf and&lt;br /&gt;me were left to face the 2 sirs. all we could do&lt;br /&gt;was smile. heh. poor shaf, cause i left her with the&lt;br /&gt;2 sirs when i alighted at khatib. but according&lt;br /&gt;to her, nothing happened. she's super lucky! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's all la, nothing much, just super&lt;br /&gt;happy to meet all of them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently watching romantic princess, its hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;but crunchyroll seems to have numerous users,&lt;br /&gt;so the show loads very slow. sigghh, holidays are&lt;br /&gt;ending soon. the last week's gonna be hectic!&lt;br /&gt;i hope we can give edna the best birthday present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-4295553997259101271?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/4295553997259101271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=4295553997259101271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4295553997259101271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/4295553997259101271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-bravo-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-8750460055634900033</id><published>2007-12-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:05:19.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;heartbreakkkkkkk! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-8750460055634900033?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/8750460055634900033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15381796&amp;postID=8750460055634900033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8750460055634900033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15381796/posts/default/8750460055634900033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-one-tagged-heartbreakkkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>-lurv redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-2599497149772328867</id><published>2007-12-07T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:03:03.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointless entry.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay and so malaysia's just fine. just a lil' bit boring,&lt;br /&gt;there's seriously nth that is very entertaining here.&lt;br /&gt;and everyday i live the life of a pig. of course, this&lt;br /&gt;pig is on her lappy for like morning till night every&lt;br /&gt;day. but that's because its the only source of&lt;br /&gt;entertainment alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday has been msn-ing with bravo peeps.&lt;br /&gt;but its still as interesting, cause everyday has&lt;br /&gt;new topics. that's the only good part, but there's&lt;br /&gt;bad parts too. and make me want to roar.&lt;br /&gt;ROOOAAARRR. -.- okay, no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, these conversations are kind of&lt;br /&gt;no point. but we still engage in them, for&lt;br /&gt;no reason. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay why am i typing this? because&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing better to do. sighhhh,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's training and everything&lt;br /&gt;back there. i hope cadets have been&lt;br /&gt;rather guai, and not giving the ncos and&lt;br /&gt;alvin sir any extra trouble. =DD joking la,&lt;br /&gt;i think they're much better than that. hah,&lt;br /&gt;i need entertainment now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i'll talk to siling and khee rui sir. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-2599497149772328867?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1250802195462020737</id><published>2007-12-03T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:32:21.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, serious case of nostalgia. i'm not trying to be like ahem ahem sir,&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously miss rcyc. gosh, okay currently i ain't in singapore. but&lt;br /&gt;i miss the mornings where we would be half awake, forced to wake up&lt;br /&gt;else we would be late. oh my gosh, i miss it all, i miss the camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1250802195462020737?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irreversible-time.blogspot.com/feeds/1250802195462020737/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-7376589858759719622</id><published>2007-11-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:23:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;no there's really someone called chanel i think.&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;my sch have&lt;br /&gt;yilin best division. says:&lt;br /&gt;but chanel!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;i think the ma'am's name is spelt like that also&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;yilin best division. says:&lt;br /&gt;isit?!&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;CHANEL&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;yilin best division. says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;+ ; #16 jellyfish says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe one day there'll be a gucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, i'm random. 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redx-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720680756457723616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-1536164235629832806</id><published>2007-11-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:48:59.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ULs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron&lt;br /&gt;emily&lt;br /&gt;sherlyn&lt;br /&gt;shafwaty&lt;br /&gt;siling&lt;br /&gt;derong&lt;br /&gt;ashraf&lt;br /&gt;n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lead and serve with pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-1536164235629832806?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15381796.post-3982908253281617985</id><published>2007-11-28T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:42:48.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty, RED CROSS YOUTH CHALLENGE camp.&lt;br /&gt;definitely to challenge ourselves to achieve. i guess&lt;br /&gt;it was some sorta reliving OBS days. same kinda&lt;br /&gt;stuff, all aiming towards the goal of getting a lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;but during these 4d3n, it wasn't just to get the lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe half of the effort went into trying to get the&lt;br /&gt;lanyard, but the other half was to put in the best, so that&lt;br /&gt;all of us would enjoy this camp to the fullest. this camp&lt;br /&gt;would probably be the last HQ camp that we sec 3s would&lt;br /&gt;be attending, next yr is O lvls alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from all the muscle aches and backaches and&lt;br /&gt;leg strains, i gained friends. friends like them, thank you&lt;br /&gt;so much for being there with me, for gg through the&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing moments with me as well. xDD you guys&lt;br /&gt;are the true leaders, you guys really cared &amp;amp; you guys&lt;br /&gt;LEAD &amp;amp; SERVE with PRIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the camp goes like this. there are 8 stations,&lt;br /&gt;namely dragonboat, archery, first aid/evac, general station,&lt;br /&gt;mountain biking, street soccer, rock climbing/abseiling &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;challenge rope course. complete 6 out of 8 stations, go through&lt;br /&gt;campfire, pass national heritage trail &amp;amp; you get your lanyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragonboat was fun, esp capsizing, even though we all heard&lt;br /&gt;abt 5 singaporeans who died during the cambodia race.&lt;br /&gt;disaster preparedness was great as well, and its kinda hilarious&lt;br /&gt;to see everyone so chaotic. oh and my first aid has gone all rusty,&lt;br /&gt;i need to refresh my memory already. haha i also have to apologise&lt;br /&gt;to one ma'am, cause i took out both her shoe lace to immobilize her legs&lt;br /&gt;together. aye, its just damn unforgettable. =))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; archery was a disaster, being a left hander, i got left hander treatment.&lt;br /&gt;haha, basically i just used the left hander bow la, haha chee yong sir&lt;br /&gt;was very nice. =)) taught me how to shoot properly. but i still didn't pass.&lt;br /&gt;moutain biking was damn cool. rode at pulau ubin, very super rocky.&lt;br /&gt;steep &amp;amp; mountainous area. had to get down and push the bike a few times.&lt;br /&gt;it was very energy draining. lixuan ma'am was kind enough to keep checking&lt;br /&gt;on our welfare. mas ma'am looked very cute on her bike, i think its too short&lt;br /&gt;for her.&lt;br /&gt;street soccer, was quite alright, just normal. all in bravo were sorta&lt;br /&gt;inexperienced. we all don't play soccer. =x&lt;br /&gt;rock climbling/abseiling &amp;amp; rope challenge course was just normal,&lt;br /&gt;except for that embarrassing thing. heh, secret. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CAMPFIRE!! its was just simply the best!&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to lawrence sir, it was very successful!&lt;br /&gt;even though it rained and we had to move into&lt;br /&gt;the tiny n visibly dirty canteen. everyone was uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;with the squeezy place and sandy ground. eew. but the&lt;br /&gt;performance n cheers made us HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO was great, lilo n stitch rocks!&lt;br /&gt;oh and, ULs performance wasn't bad either. it just bonded&lt;br /&gt;us ULs as one. heh, i guess to the audience we were just&lt;br /&gt;singing a boring song, but to ULs, it was more than a song,&lt;br /&gt;it was something not to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last night, shaf, siling n myself were asked to&lt;br /&gt;collect all the dockets. n we sorta got scolded by wenfang&lt;br /&gt;ma'am, cause it was late n they haven't bathe(we also haven't)&lt;br /&gt;so they hurried us, but again, its unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;after finishing our tasks of collecting everyone's dockets,&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us, stood under 1 bunk, n just felt the breeze. aww&lt;br /&gt;man, its just like bathing in the wind. we wrote words&lt;br /&gt;in the sand, n for a few moments, just stood there to&lt;br /&gt;reminisce the past few days together. haha, n it was funny&lt;br /&gt;to see how every sir that walked past us, asked us why we&lt;br /&gt;were still there. they would ask the standard qns, n we&lt;br /&gt;would answer the standard answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting our fair share of the wind, we returned to&lt;br /&gt;the ULs bunk. where we slept without bathing, like eew&lt;br /&gt;right. but we woke up at 4 to bathe ma, same thing. just&lt;br /&gt;that its a few hours later. it was freezing cold just to stand&lt;br /&gt;there, what more bathing in the COLD water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being the last day at camp, we did area cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;shortage of brooms, and mops. after that was done,&lt;br /&gt;we returned to hq to prepare for heritage trail.&lt;br /&gt;it seemed quite fun, with all the stuff to collect&lt;br /&gt;n all the checkpoints to conplete. but the rain&lt;br /&gt;ruined it all. we were stuck at the 2nd station, with&lt;br /&gt;nicholas sir and xiao yuan ma'am. it was kinda sad&lt;br /&gt;coz rain made us emo. haha. jkjk, we it was time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;the whole section 1 n 2. awww. after the rain gradually&lt;br /&gt;lessened, we returned to hq. had prize presentation&lt;br /&gt;and it was emo time. time to say gdbye. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO won lanyard for its flag. its damn cool la,&lt;br /&gt;n shaf and me were elated, cause we didn't disappoint&lt;br /&gt;our mentors. then lanyard receipients' names&lt;br /&gt;were mentioned. those who received, beamed with joy.&lt;br /&gt;those who didn't, sobbed in sorrow. its sad, and not&lt;br /&gt;only not receiving lanyard, u have to leave the new found&lt;br /&gt;friends u've just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hey BRAVO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i won't forget all of you, neither will i forget the cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had, and all the times we bathed in the OPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONCEPT shower just like that, and all the times we ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;together, slept together, worked together and played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;together. i miss it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day we will meet again! till then, take care okay,&lt;br /&gt;all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15381796-3982908253281617985?l=irreversible-time.blogspot.com' alt='' 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