<?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-4933330554679476182</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:09:42.585+08:00</updated><category term='i can see your halo; i can be your halo.'/><category term='since life ain&apos;t that great; i guess it&apos;s time to migrate.'/><category term='no one ever said it would be this hard; please take me back to the start.'/><category term='who will stand by me when I fall; who will hear me when I call?'/><category term='maybe you&apos;re meant to be mine; or is it only my silly mind?'/><category term='your first graduation; our last farewell.'/><category term='we humbly proclaim; that you loved us the same.'/><category term='paramour; you&apos;re my paramore.'/><category term='i wanna be the one you love; i wanna be the one you trust.'/><category term='now i&apos;ve got to find my own; my very own place to call home.'/><category term='forget the times we were laughing; forget the times we were smiling.'/><category term='don&apos;t pretend you&apos;ll ever forget about me; &apos;cause i know you can&apos;t be what you&apos;re to be.'/><category term='for fear of living in regret; i changed this one when we first met.'/><category term='everybody&apos;s always rushing; to a place they don&apos;t need to be.'/><category term='this thing is breaking down; we almost never speak.'/><category term='i don&apos;t want to think anymore; i left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.'/><category term='its time to let go; i still have to follow the flow.'/><category term='the days feel used when i&apos;m alone; it&apos;s like i&apos;ve no more home.'/><category term='don&apos;t forget the regrets; regret the forgets.'/><category term='some people want it all; but i don&apos;t want nothing at all.'/><category term='forget the irregularities; they can&apos;t compete with me.'/><category term='art is the only way to run away without leaving home.'/><category term='i feel like i&apos;m all alone; and i lost my way back home.'/><category term='maybe it&apos;s true; that I can&apos;t live without you.'/><category term='if you really let me down; i hope you&apos;ll turn it around.'/><category term='your sound is fading; where&apos;re you heading?'/><category term='like back in the day; that look on your face.'/><category term='it&apos;s like we all had better days; problems getting all up in your face.'/><category term='if you&apos;d care for me; i wouldn&apos;t want to flee.'/><category term='we are one; its a fact; did you get that right?  i know you&apos;ll never live to be in my sight.'/><category term='the most special organization is the church; because it exists for its non-members that are left in the lurch.'/><category term='authenticy or just bluffs?'/><category term='even the rain falls - heaven cries for me; who are you to mean everything to me.'/><category term='&apos;cause we belong together now; forever united here somehow.'/><category term='all the garage glamarous; in this photo of us.'/><category term='i&apos;ll leave my window open; &apos;cause i&apos;m too tired at night to call your name.'/><category term='check left; the light&apos;s ahead; and the right; a path of hate'/><category term='like it&apos;s forever; but not together'/><category term='it&apos;s not okay; i need a say.'/><category term='you&apos;re just like a pill that&apos;s making me ill.'/><category term='i gotta find my place; i wanna hear myself.'/><category term='i&apos;m no longer thinking; it&apos;s no point remembering.'/><category term='they taped over your mouth; scribbled out the truth with their lies; you little spice.'/><category term='don&apos;t let this friendship crystallize.'/><category term='no matter how hard i try; it&apos;s impossible for me to leave you alone to cry.'/><category term='will this happiness last; or will it be another past.'/><category term='Life really sucks ; especially to one that arcs.'/><category term='you&apos;re the air that I breathe to survive; and without you my sun doesn&apos;t shine.'/><category term='its a moment of folly; i&apos;m really very sorry.'/><category term='insensitivity brings about melancholy.'/><category term='my thoughts; you can&apos;t decode.'/><category term='love your enemies; do good to those who hurt you.'/><category term='when i need a friend; when i need your hand.'/><category term='she comes into view; right in my avenue.'/><category term='you are fine and sweet; but i&apos;m still a bit naive with my heart.'/><category term='my lashes are dry; but with teardrops i cry.'/><category term='i don&apos;t want to feel your pain; &apos;cause you know we&apos;re not the same.'/><category term='there&apos;s no moving on; so i&apos;m already gone'/><category term='empowering youth; inspiring change.'/><category term='a bowl of rice; a bowl of sweat.'/><category term='I remembered that day; and I won&apos;t be okay.'/><category term='i hate this part right here; i just can&apos;t take this tears.'/><category term='i don&apos;t want this to end; i hope you&apos;ll still be my friend.'/><category term='i&apos;m having more fun; now that we&apos;re done.'/><category term='when you feel so low; you can&apos;t feel nothing at all.'/><category term='being with you is so dysfunctional; I really shouldn&apos;t miss you but I can&apos;t let you go.'/><category term='give me one good reason why; we can&apos;t just press rewind.'/><category term='the 99th time you look me in the eye; and swore that you weren&apos;t lying.'/><category term='everybody knows where we&apos;re going; we&apos;re going down.'/><category term='i&apos;m trying to handle all these unpredictability; all these probability.'/><category term='and i&apos;ll be by your side whenever you fall; in the dead of night whenever you call.'/><category term='i shall stop the stare; i shall stop the flare.'/><category term='i will be; all that you want.'/><category term='but we&apos;ve all made mistakes; felt the guilt and self-hate.'/><category term='i stay by the phone; just in case you call i&apos;ll be home.'/><category term='i&apos;m gonna have the best day; with you today.'/><category term='the silence is getting too loud; too loud to even draw a single crowd.'/><category term='if they knew how misery loved me.'/><category term='but i; i&apos;m gonna keep trying.'/><category term='i hope that you know; i still can&apos;t let go.'/><category term='your harmony to the melody; is echoing inside my head.'/><category term='tell me why you&apos;re so hard to forget; don&apos;t remind me i&apos;m not over it.'/><category term='It&apos;s a thief in the night to come and grab you; It can creep up inside you and consume you.'/><category term='they try to tell me how to feel; this love is difficult but it&apos;s so real.'/><category term='i&apos;ll not wait any longer; i&apos;ve got to be stronger.'/><category term='we are friends no more; you will be ignored.'/><category term='even though i really love you; i&apos;ll smile &apos;cause i deserved to.'/><category term='drown my will to fly; don&apos;t even want to utter a cry.'/><category term='i don&apos;t know how to follow; and now you&apos;ve made my heart&apos;s hollow.'/><category term='i&apos;m loving you like crazy; and replacing you is not easy.'/><category term='skip a step in life; and you miss an exciting dive.'/><category term='maybe two is better than one.'/><category term='gravity came again; to pull me back to the ground again.'/><category term='I can&apos;t breathe without you; but I have to.'/><category term='let your heart be set free; free from all this misery.'/><category term='walk down this silent hall; where none shall ever hear your call.'/><category term='we fall down; we lay our crowns.'/><category term='why are you looking for love; why are you still searching as if He&apos;s not enough.'/><category term='sneaking out the door; i&apos;d lie a little more.'/><category term='it&apos;s no escaping; we&apos;re just erasing.'/><category term='i wanna be the one you believe in your heart; so much that it doesn&apos;t matter we&apos;re apart.'/><category term='i feel so untouched; and i want you so much.'/><category term='the best rod ever with credits to adam and sec3 prefects.'/><category term='you said you&apos;ll never leave me; so i&apos;m still believing in &quot;we&quot;.'/><category term='I&apos;m losing you; my perfect daisy; Life without you is complete hazy.'/><category term='didn&apos;t think I&apos;d miss her that much; it&apos;s like I&apos;ll fall apart as such.'/><category term='could&apos;ve loved you all my life if you haven&apos;t left me waiting in the cold.'/><category term='with nothing to do; nothing to prove.'/><category term='you&apos;re the treasure in my life; you&apos;re the pleasure in my life.'/><category term='it&apos;s so memorable; it&apos;s so unforgettable.'/><category term='you know you got my attention; but it&apos;s just hard for me to mention.'/><category term='if you just realize what i just realized.'/><category term='Want to know more? SCAN OUR BARCODE.'/><category term='it&apos;s nearing so fast; and gone would be the past.'/><category term='i am a flower quickly fading; here today and gone tomorrow.'/><category term='i&apos;ll be alright; i&apos;ll be fine - if you&apos;re here with me.'/><category term='soon i know you&apos;ll leave to reach a better place; but still i&apos;d give the world to see your face.'/><category term='i&apos;ll get back;'/><category term='it makes no sense; its any old how; i&apos;m not strong enough; i don&apos;t have the pow.'/><category term='got the news today; but they said I had to stay.'/><category term='so my night will soon turn to dawn; and I will lose another night&apos;s sleep.'/><category term='I was naive; I just believed everything you told me.'/><category term='these trying times demand it; but all hard work brings profit.'/><category term='you won&apos;t affect our lives; we&apos;ll let you continue destroying yours.'/><category term='everytime we meet; it&apos;s like the unbearable heat to you.'/><category term='home seemed far away; but now it&apos;s in my heart.'/><category term='you can keep us apart; cause my heart is wherever you are.'/><category term='we&apos;ll look back and laugh at how silly we were.'/><category term='that&apos;s what you get when you let your heart win;'/><category term='i enjoy an accolade like the rest; like all the used-to-be-the-bests'/><category term='a masquerade; let&apos;s head for the parade.'/><category term='when it&apos;s for real; it&apos;s forever; so don&apos;t forget about us.'/><category term='as time makes it harder; i wish i could remember.'/><category term='untouchable; burning brighter than the sun.'/><category term='i might just kill myself.'/><category term='i&apos;m tired of being last to know; i don&apos;t want to hurt anymore.'/><category term='if i woke up next to you; i&apos;d really wish its true.'/><category term='time square can&apos;t shine as bright as you; i swear its true.'/><category term='i was drowing in tears; well you&apos;re so insincere.'/><category term='how can i give anymore when i love you; a little less than before.'/><category term='i&apos;m coming home i&apos;m coming home; did you take off while I was gone?'/><category term='let time stop; this can wait.'/><category term='dwelling on the past; crying in the vast.'/><category term='when its really time for you all to leave; it would be hard for me to believe.'/><category term='I&apos;m loving only to hate; I&apos;m hating only to love.'/><category term='&apos;cause i break down; everytime you come around.'/><category term='i want you to know that it doesn&apos;t matter; and i want you to know that you couldn&apos;t have loved me better.'/><category term='there&apos;s always firsts and lasts; but don&apos;t ever try to remember the hurtful pasts.'/><category term='then you&apos;ll find; the experience of a lifetime.'/><category term='can i make it through the rain? can i stand up once again?'/><category term='I wanna be with the one I know.'/><category term='i&apos;ll protect you from the pain; you&apos;ll never hurt again.'/><category term='so long as you can see; there&apos;s no stopping you and me.'/><category term='Forever; on the dance floor.'/><category term='i want to leave a legacy; how would they remember me?'/><category term='when he drank the world&apos;s sin; so he could carry you in.'/><category term='i just can&apos;t believe you&apos;re gone; still waiting for morning to come on.'/><category term='your silence departs; i know we&apos;re apart.'/><category term='here i am; once again.'/><category term='you can&apos;t play on broken strings; you can&apos;t feel anything.'/><category term='friendship; or companionship?'/><category term='why it hurts so hard; tears me all apart.'/><category term='these words are all i have so i&apos;ll write them; so you need them just to get by.'/><category term='and I&apos;ll bring you tomorrow; so let me see you smile.'/><category term='there ain&apos;t nothing that i can do; but baby - I stay in love with you.'/><category term='it&apos;s like you were floating; while i was falling.'/><category term='hey hey hey; it&apos;s adam&apos;s day.'/><category term='why&apos;d you turn away; that&apos;s what I have to say.'/><category term='a lifetime&apos;s not too long; to live as friends.'/><category term='i&apos;m on my own; i&apos;m all alone.'/><category term='when darkness turns to light; it ends tonight.'/><category term='tomorrow will be a better day; tomorrow will be better than today.'/><category term='this indescribable joy that i&apos;m feeling;'/><category term='Just one step away; and I&apos;ll be at peace; Why am I even suffering from this? ;'/><category term='the clock strucks twelve; my heart goes stealth.'/><category term='i was left to cry there; with no one else to care.'/><category term='i&apos;ll miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain; it&apos;s 2am and i&apos;m cursing your name.'/><category term='how did we get here?'/><category term='put your hand way up high; we will never say bye.'/><category term='i&apos;ve had enough; you&apos;re not seeing me laugh.'/><category term='but i didn&apos;t want to face the truth; that i was just being used.'/><category term='i don&apos;t ever wanna love another; you&apos;ll always be my thunder.'/><category term='how could the silence be so loud?'/><title type='text'>_ imperfección  para  perfección</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2721446637377272320</id><published>2009-12-25T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:29:29.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>livejournal (?) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;LIVEJOURNAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://artistadam.livejournal.com"&gt;artistadam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2721446637377272320?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2721446637377272320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2721446637377272320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2721446637377272320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2721446637377272320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/12/livejournal.html' title='livejournal (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5431745640494320996</id><published>2009-12-11T21:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:30:24.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll leave my window open; &apos;cause i&apos;m too tired at night to call your name.'/><title type='text'>afterthoughts ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY: Prefects' Chalet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT, then bus with Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long journey of about an hour plus. (in total)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's scary when you're reaching because you'll see all the weird places,&lt;br /&gt;like the military air base (?), etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;So we reached there early and had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then went out to Tampines Mall with Daryl, XK, Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;(they wanted to fetch AiLing)&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit, then went back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;More people then, and the food was here.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;We thought it was bbq.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, we had kfc &amp;amp; pizza. (bbq was the next day -.-)&lt;br /&gt;FX came later and didn't have a chance to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;(left with Jasmine soon as she came)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's it.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a Sec3 Prefects' Chalet. :X&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like I'm typing boring facts and recollection,&lt;br /&gt;because I want to fill up this post. :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to GMS(P) with Germin, Alson &amp;amp; Nat's brother to work.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to work, by helping to sell the Primary School books.&lt;br /&gt;They now have a lot of new (&amp;amp; redundant) books.&lt;br /&gt;Knocked off at around 3pm and earned $28;&lt;br /&gt;in cheque.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was in cash! ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Bugis with Germin &amp;amp; Alson,&lt;br /&gt;supposedly to watch 'New Moon' (bleagh),&lt;br /&gt;but I had something on later so they didn't want to watch without me. :D&lt;br /&gt;(awww. Actually, it's because there were no other suitable timings.)&lt;br /&gt;So.. we walked around BugisJ, only to be tempted by ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Germin &amp;amp; I were super lame (&amp;amp; cheapskate) to be trying the different flavors.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, decided on Green Tea with Red Bean &amp;amp; Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;Nice combination. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then went for dinner at the food court.&lt;br /&gt;Had Korean food! (don't get me wrong, I still don't like KPop. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;I saw Yihan, Meiyin &amp;amp; Anqi on my way home!&lt;br /&gt;So happy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY: Band BBQ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with ZH, Rahul, Jassie, Elfa at Aljunied, then took bus to reach Roxy Square.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually ended up at Parkway Parade's Banquet to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jelene there.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched while discussing some band camp issues.&lt;br /&gt;So excited &amp;amp; looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;(not Rahul's talent night performance though. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Saw Chin, JL, Henny and... Yihan, again!&lt;br /&gt;So coincidental!&lt;br /&gt;Grocery (or BBQ?) shopping at Giant!&lt;br /&gt;Goofed around a lot, &amp;amp; took the trolley with us. (where's integrity?)&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of time so we shopped around PP.&lt;br /&gt;Elfa, Jelene, Jassie went to the pit first.&lt;br /&gt;Rahul, ZH, myself went to Fairprice to buy more things.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the way to the BBQ pit was so far away?&lt;br /&gt;(we love to exaggerate!)&lt;br /&gt;We were all perspiring under the hot sun when we reached!&lt;br /&gt;Jassie didn't dared to touch the prawns &amp;amp; chicken! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui was the only one who touched the chicken. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Had fun breaking the charcoal into smaller pieces.&lt;br /&gt;(which we later realized we didn't have to)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I changed immediately after I reached 'cause I couldn't take my smell.&lt;br /&gt;My horrible sweat smell. :D&lt;br /&gt;The weather was good too, with adequete wind and sun.&lt;br /&gt;So after about an hour of trying to start the fire,&lt;br /&gt;we figured we were too dumb to start a proper BBQ fire. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr Kee, who came when we were at our bleakest moment,&lt;br /&gt;to bring our morale up with starting the fire on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;Spent my time talking, breaking charcoal, playing with ice, laughing,&lt;br /&gt;making fun of people, disturbing people, not helping to start the fire,&lt;br /&gt;made matters worse by killing the fire, dirtying my hands with charcoal...&lt;br /&gt;(and the list goes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening came (along with more people) and food was ready!&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi was hilarious; she tried to learn skating but failed horribly,&lt;br /&gt;so she kept holding on to people and (not forgetting) ... screamed countless times.&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny to see her almost fall. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Isabel, our flute junior, for coming!&lt;br /&gt;(although you left quite early...)&lt;br /&gt;It was disappointing to know how many of the Sec1s did not turn up.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic?&lt;br /&gt;This BBQ was partly to help the band members bond,&lt;br /&gt;and you guys are not here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then you will complain us seniors are unfriendly, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you will start feeling that band is boring, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Who's fault is it now?&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect us to keep contributing.&lt;br /&gt;It's like clapping hands,&lt;br /&gt;it also takes two (in fact, MANY) to keep the spirit of the band going.&lt;br /&gt;And I even thought that maybe this year, the band will not be separated.&lt;br /&gt;So naive.&lt;br /&gt;Sec1s, it's up to you to keep GMBand alive.&lt;br /&gt;What a huge responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can't even handle individual responsibility, let alone these big ones.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting though, for you to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(what a stain in my beautiful post.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will look back and be thankful that these words were not wasted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt that WL's lame ethics on the anniversary was too lame,&lt;br /&gt;so I went home with Jiayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at the GMSP again with Alson &amp;amp; Nat's brother again.&lt;br /&gt;(Germin had ROD matters to attend to)&lt;br /&gt;Was tiring enough for me to get out of bed, let alone working with lazy people!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. (I sound so mean)&lt;br /&gt;Grinded through work and went home to rest a bit.&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, went to MacCC to meet up with Church people for StreetE.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, I was to play some games,&lt;br /&gt;but I sat at the same corner I always do when I went to MacCC with Chin.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Was with Yihan, yet again!&lt;br /&gt;We decided to share to the people there instead of going into the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was a wise choice, BH!&lt;br /&gt;Shared to some youngsters, Jeremy, Joshua, Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;(JJJ! Cool people!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for how they were willing to stay and listen.&lt;br /&gt;And that they were not hostile.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope they will come for Carol Guni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some promoting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;CAROL GUNI&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Carolling + 'Guni'(cans)-collecting = CAROL GUNI!&lt;br /&gt;Our church is having an event on the 19dec2009.&lt;br /&gt;(we're going to give out flyers tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;We'll be carolling and collecting canned food from people. (door-to-door)&lt;br /&gt;The canned food will go to the Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;There will also be an MOE-certified 5hours worthed of CIP.&lt;br /&gt;Come join us if you're free!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner will be provided. (if you pay $6)&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we promise good food!&lt;br /&gt;Contact me if you're interested! (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy week!&lt;br /&gt;(Oh wait, it's not the end of the week yet. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-note: I'm gonna see Yihan again tomorrow and on Sunday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5431745640494320996?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5431745640494320996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5431745640494320996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5431745640494320996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5431745640494320996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/12/afterthoughts.html' title='afterthoughts ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7716247308135525770</id><published>2009-12-03T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:50:05.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody knows where we&apos;re going; we&apos;re going down.'/><title type='text'>speechless ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;I HATE HOW MY DAD ALWAYS BREAKS HIS PROMISES.&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7716247308135525770?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7716247308135525770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7716247308135525770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7716247308135525770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7716247308135525770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/12/speechless.html' title='speechless ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1966793506966798740</id><published>2009-11-23T20:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:22:42.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bowl of rice; a bowl of sweat.'/><title type='text'>my vietnam story ,</title><content type='html'>BACK FROM VIETNAM!&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys missed me, ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;So here's what we've done and learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day1 (17NOV2009)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Reached the airport at around 520am.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mac for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Bade farewell, had group photos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Did some less than 10min Duty Free shopping, then boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;SQ172!&lt;br /&gt;Huge plane!&lt;br /&gt;Listened to songs and read "Home" on board.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Zhaorong and Keefe.&lt;br /&gt;Touchdown!&lt;br /&gt;Was in group 3 with Mrs Lee, Joy, Jia Hui, Cindy, Samuel, Javier.&lt;br /&gt;Onto bus 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;The traffic there is super messy!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't follow the traffic rules, or lights.&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of motorbikes there &amp;amp; little traffic lights.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that there's no VQS. (:&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;Just that it's much hotter in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;It's an organized mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Visited the Cangio/Mangroves.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw real prop &amp;amp; kneed roots.&lt;br /&gt;The mangrove there is very rich.&lt;br /&gt;We went on a speed boat.&lt;br /&gt;The wind on our skin was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Mangrove Planting got everyone dirty.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mud, it was slimy &amp;amp; slippery.&lt;br /&gt;It had a 'sinking feeling'.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, there would young seedlings poking onto our feet.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH HURT A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;We were all given 5 seedlings to plant.&lt;br /&gt;Freak Bitch YC threw mudballs at me!&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was super clean. (with my $200 glasses)&lt;br /&gt;Some other people threw at me too. Losers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I was beautifully dirty, bitch. (beautiful and dirty, rich)&lt;br /&gt;Mudfought with YC until Mr Quek shouted at us.&lt;br /&gt;Loser.&lt;br /&gt;He kind of said something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't stop playing, you won't get to go to the market on Saturday!"&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;You're just jealous that nobody played with you.&lt;br /&gt;Took the 'shortcut' to shore, in which the mudwater level was much higher.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone was mud-ed!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;There's hardwork needed to conserve the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Exercises like this may seem minute, but they go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the whole mangrove there is man-made.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the labour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;The Guerilla Base was in the mangrove swamps!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ingenious!&lt;br /&gt;Life in the mangroves.&lt;br /&gt;The VietCongs literally live there! (they're prolly good swimmers)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they eat crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh water?&lt;br /&gt;They collect rainwater to store for the hotter seasons, cool eh!&lt;br /&gt;Signed in a momento-book for the Vietnamese there.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Cangio Resort was our first &lt;s&gt;hotel&lt;/s&gt; resort.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome food!&lt;br /&gt;I love cauliflower!&lt;br /&gt;The night time there is super scary.&lt;br /&gt;They have very bad lighting.&lt;br /&gt;This plus the rustling of leaves made it spookier.&lt;br /&gt;It was just like the Kampong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day2 (18NOV2009)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Primary School visit in the morning!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute kids there!&lt;br /&gt;I was almost 2 times their height! (:&lt;br /&gt;Played many games there, toured the school.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason,&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of "Tomoyo" in "Totto-Chan: The Girl By The Window".&lt;br /&gt;Gave the kids some presents.&lt;br /&gt;They're so easily satisfied &amp;amp; so simple.&lt;br /&gt;So very disciplined too.&lt;br /&gt;I love the countryside!&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, simplicity (or ignorance) is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Had a discussion with the VietCong veteran.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked to us in Vietnamese. (but we didn't understand :X)&lt;br /&gt;He kept touching Jia Hui!&lt;br /&gt;I think he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Dinner was with a traditional performance at some restaurant.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome food.&lt;br /&gt;Super high class there.&lt;br /&gt;The waiters and waitresses had very good service.&lt;br /&gt;Keefe was obssessed with the 2 artists.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee taught us the art of the serving spoon again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day3 (19NOV2009)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Went to the Notre Dame Cathedral first.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was built by the french during their occupation.&lt;br /&gt;It promoted Catholicism.&lt;br /&gt;At the post office there, we bought souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the art there.&lt;br /&gt;There were students seated on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to be sketching a building.&lt;br /&gt;So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be like them!&lt;br /&gt;This helped me to understand the fine arts so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Next was the Palace/Museum.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw tanks &amp;amp; planes left by the Americans during the war.&lt;br /&gt;The whole building was huge and conserved well.&lt;br /&gt;(It's nicer than the Istana! :X)&lt;br /&gt;Grandious.&lt;br /&gt;The long history and amazing arts inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Lunch was vegetarian pho for me.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pho is pronounched as fur; some kind of rice noodles)&lt;br /&gt;It was where Bill Clinton ate when he went to Vietnam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Then we went to the War Remnants Museum.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of photos of the war.&lt;br /&gt;Some were a little scary and gory.&lt;br /&gt;Agent Orange's (some chemical the Americans used) effect was seen.&lt;br /&gt;There were deformed children.&lt;br /&gt;Did some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I felt injust for them; they were so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;The VietCongs have an amazing resilient attribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Cu Chi Tunnel was the next stop.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw simple tools that were used to dug the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Inside was packed, dark &amp;amp; super hot.&lt;br /&gt;There were many ways which would make me lose my way,&lt;br /&gt;if I made a wrong turn anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Ingenious boobie traps too.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how the tunnel was built without modern technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Dinner was on a cruise!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had good seafood and a good time with Miss Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;We were so jealous that we couldn't cruise!&lt;br /&gt;It was a little too rushed though, and the food came very fast.&lt;br /&gt;A long day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day4 (20NOV2009)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Early morning, went to the Rice fields.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt the different techniques to plant the different types of rice.&lt;br /&gt;We could either scatter seeds or grow them into seedlings first.&lt;br /&gt;When shedding, some rice grains are lost.&lt;br /&gt;However, the farmers will let their chickens &amp;amp; ducks eat up the remainder.&lt;br /&gt;So clever, huh?&lt;br /&gt;This taught me not to waste food, especially rice grains!&lt;br /&gt;There was this saying that every bowl of rice is a bowl of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;How very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Went to the honey-making/candy-making place next.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the bees and the honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt;Taste honey-lime tea &amp;amp; some tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the making of coconut candies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;The Mekong River was next.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river was messy with all the livelihood.&lt;br /&gt;That included fishing, tourism, farming, transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Fertile soil (alluvium silt) were transported by boats as work.&lt;br /&gt;The river flows through Myanmar (Bumur), Cambodia, Thailand, China,&lt;br /&gt;Laos, Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;We took the sanpan which we could help to canoe.&lt;br /&gt;I love canoeing/dragon-boating!&lt;br /&gt;The river used to have crocodiles!&lt;br /&gt;The Vietnamese put "eyes" under the boats, &amp;amp; it successfully scared them off.&lt;br /&gt;It was simple, yet complicated.&lt;br /&gt;It was messy, yet organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;We then watched a traditional Vietnam Water Puppet Show.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understood some Vietnamese music and culture.&lt;br /&gt;The show was about agriculture like farming, fishing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;It also portrayed patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they had this wooden flute! :D&lt;br /&gt;They're culture seemed somewhat similar to the Chinese's.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the female artist's dress looks like a hanbok. (Korean's traditional dress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;The toilet was called Happy Bush or Happy House.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUPHEMISM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day5 (21NOV2009)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most boring day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Visited the VSIP (Vietnam-Singapore Industrial Park).&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw shoe-making, a secondary industry.&lt;br /&gt;It helped to show us Vietnam &amp;amp; Singapore's friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Didn't go to the Saigon Square due to some reasons.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Ben Thanh Market made up for the shopping though.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market was super big.&lt;br /&gt;It was just like a Night Market, just that it's in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The things there are cheap too!&lt;br /&gt;Bought many souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=625082464#/album.php?aid=104159&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;Photos (I)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=104212&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;Photos (II)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my Vietnam story!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of lame eh?&lt;br /&gt;We all had lots and lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Especially the bonding and rediscovering of old frienships; what a gem!&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the 4days, we all became very good friends with the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;It was through the bus rides &amp;amp; dinner times.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew they could be so cool too!&lt;br /&gt;Something really bad happened though, on the 4th day.&lt;br /&gt;We did something very wrong, and our friendships with the teachers died.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed, just as they are.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's really a consequence to everything done.&lt;br /&gt;So naive were we to have thought of getting away scott-free.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will never be as close as before, but we are thankful.&lt;br /&gt;At least I am.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that you all are truely great teachers,&lt;br /&gt;not afraid to teach us integrity.&lt;br /&gt;Sure that came with a price, but it was worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we will not understand it now,&lt;br /&gt;but in the future, we will look back and say a 'thank you'.&lt;br /&gt;I love, and still do, the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee, Miss Johnson, Mdm Chua.&lt;br /&gt;They probably won't see this, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will we cope with the awkwardness in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SECOND TIME AROUND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:110%;" &gt;by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I thought we have this talk&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you were getting ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;I thought, baby you were done&lt;br /&gt;'Cause for a while, you could barely look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I thought that we'd be fine&lt;br /&gt;That I'd forget the things that you said&lt;br /&gt;I tried crossing out your words&lt;br /&gt;But baby, you cannot forget the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot forget the past&lt;br /&gt;Still baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know what to think&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I’m even still in love, you see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Just like you used to be&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I can't forget the way you were with me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried going back to Joe’s&lt;br /&gt;That always was our favourite place&lt;br /&gt;Long rides, baby, by the coast&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember where we stayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we were hanging out&lt;br /&gt;You were acting kind of strange&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s the second time around&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, now, it’s me that feels this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me that feels this way, babe&lt;br /&gt;I know you are the one that is hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know what to think&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I’m even still in love, you see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Just like you used to be&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I can't forget the way you were with me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the best way to say this&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t pretend to love you no more, babe&lt;br /&gt;This ferris wheel's got me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the second time around is not meant for us, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mean for us baby, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know what to think&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt; wonder if I’m even still in love, you see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Just like you used to be&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I can't forget the way you were with me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know what to think&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I’m even still in love, you see&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Just like you used to be&lt;br /&gt;So unemotional&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I can't forget the way you were with me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to tell you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always harder the second time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1966793506966798740?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1966793506966798740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1966793506966798740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1966793506966798740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1966793506966798740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-vietnam-story.html' title='my vietnam story ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7276342767647849228</id><published>2009-11-16T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:57:14.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t want to think anymore; i left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.'/><title type='text'>vietnam ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;NYP attachment with School of Business!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was the ultimate bore.&lt;br /&gt;We listened to people talk all day.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Tour guide, Calvin &amp;amp; Atricia, brought us around NYP's campus.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a big place, but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;The architecture and design of the school is BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was okay.&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Was attached to NYP's Value Shop.&lt;br /&gt;They have this Teaching Enterprise Programme (TEP).&lt;br /&gt;It means that the students will kind of be working for the school.&lt;br /&gt;So they will experience the outisde world.&lt;br /&gt;(PS: They have no pay! EEK.)&lt;br /&gt;And this will determine their grades, so it's quite easy to score too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, today, was okay too.&lt;br /&gt;Mystery shopping!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we have to do a survey while being a shopper at the shop.&lt;br /&gt;So we just have to act like a shopper.&lt;br /&gt;Or, BE the shopper.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was super lame.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole day on it but only shopped for 20min.&lt;br /&gt;Leastways, we were allowed to use com during the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;That's poly life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School of Life Sciences was so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;They made ice-cream, lotion and even extract DNA.&lt;br /&gt;Ours is so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;And what about my School of Design, huh? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG ANYWAYS, I'll be flying in about 8hours time.&lt;br /&gt;Going to &lt;u&gt;VIETNAM&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Be jealous, and miss me!&lt;br /&gt;Might consider getting souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;So gonna make YC lose her iTouch. (She's actioning with it! grr...)&lt;br /&gt;Sean's not gonna let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;People in SG whom I will miss.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;So much to occupy me there.&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I will have a good &amp;amp; enriching trip.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Looking forward to New Year Countdown with you guys! woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7276342767647849228?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7276342767647849228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7276342767647849228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7276342767647849228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7276342767647849228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/vietnam.html' title='vietnam ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-615650344495111724</id><published>2009-11-15T00:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:36:29.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so my night will soon turn to dawn; and I will lose another night&apos;s sleep.'/><title type='text'>friendship ,</title><content type='html'>Everyday, one person says to another, "how are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;But what are they really trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;Personal response is one thing, but when one person is trying to say something as simple as, "hello", or "how are you", they are probably trying to express deeper feelings about one another.&lt;br /&gt;Like a kid on a school yard, the pressure to tell that special girl that he would like to spend more time with her;&lt;br /&gt;it is difficult, so what we say is, "how are you".&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to express our feelings, so we try to let others guess,&lt;br /&gt;through minute things, hoping that that someone would notice.&lt;br /&gt;So, "how are you" actually means "I want to talk to you".&lt;br /&gt;What it is, I believe, is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;If only it were all so simple.&lt;br /&gt;If only all shyness were rid.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be easier?&lt;br /&gt;To just go up to your friend and give him/her a hug,&lt;br /&gt;isn't it better than hinting something else to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who does something for nothing out of the kindness of one's heart,&lt;br /&gt;that's a display of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;That is the most important thing you can have in life, people to turn to when you have a problem and need support.&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy friendship is a valuable thing.&lt;br /&gt;Problems do occur within friendships, sometimes, deeper then you could think of, but when you can go up to that person,&lt;br /&gt;and talk to them about what it is thats bothering you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;u&gt;A FRIEND'S LETTER:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misconception on life is a dream,&lt;br /&gt;departed along this reality stream.&lt;br /&gt;Fire of devious laughs of death,&lt;br /&gt;life is not as what it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you have shown me the way,&lt;br /&gt;the sun filled sky and the timeless day.&lt;br /&gt;If only you could know the feelings i had;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly the timing of deaths toll to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, then I was found&lt;br /&gt;in a bind that seemed to go round.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am lost without your light.&lt;br /&gt;You still lay there without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time together was great,&lt;br /&gt;as if opening the heavenly gate.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you will return to this grace&lt;br /&gt;because of untimely fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time comes and I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;but you still linger around me.&lt;br /&gt;Death seperates us, but please remember this:&lt;br /&gt;the time we had will be cherished with bliss.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-615650344495111724?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/615650344495111724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=615650344495111724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/615650344495111724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/615650344495111724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendship.html' title='friendship ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1449844871050271923</id><published>2009-11-07T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:41:12.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i gotta find my place; i wanna hear myself.'/><title type='text'>Happy (?),</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened this week with me going through "low"s.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was spent with me thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts went through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of why my brother should use the computer and not myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of why he deserved to use the computer more than me.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I had better results than him, and I studied so much harder.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;This led me to think about deeper things, like my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel that it's so biased. (my parents)&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so that they kind of love him more than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He's always not around, he's always not supportive of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, everything I do, he doesn't like.&lt;br /&gt;Even my dreams, my ambitions, my future have to be from him.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they MY dreams and future?&lt;br /&gt;I told him I like art, so he asked me to go into architecture.&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, that's not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Sure that architecture is cool and interesting, but it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more about design and fine arts.&lt;br /&gt;He just doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps many of you face this too?&lt;br /&gt;Our parents just like to impose their ideas on us.&lt;br /&gt;It's like they were unable to fulfill their dreams, so they want us to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what we want, please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my day to day, I always face it without my family.&lt;br /&gt;Sure that my brother is around, but is he really?&lt;br /&gt;All he does is play computer all day.&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, he even forgets dinner. (He went to buy food at 10:30 today)&lt;br /&gt;And he's already 15.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he's so immature, so narrow-minded.&lt;br /&gt;How can I relate to someone completely opposite of me?&lt;br /&gt;We've been through the same, (maybe his experience is worse)&lt;br /&gt;but we're so different.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's like everything else, nothing will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still so much more that I will not reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;But independent.&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;br /&gt;My experiences have shaped me into this.&lt;br /&gt;These walls that protect my inner fragility.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already having kind of a breakdown so I smsed Han &amp;amp; Yin for help.&lt;br /&gt;(How ironic that it's my siblings-in-Christ that spur me on instead of my brother?)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Yin's verse.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for getting Han to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;They really made me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;They reminded me on how to love my family.&lt;br /&gt;And Han rebuked me yet again, reminding me that,&lt;br /&gt;''Comparisons are easily done once we've had a taste of Perfection''.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this so true?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we always compare ourselves with others?&lt;br /&gt;You think someone else's family is better?&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Every family has their own problems. (there's this chinese proverb?)&lt;br /&gt;How selfish was I to have only thought of myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's always me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;What about others?&lt;br /&gt;So I learnt again to let go and let God.&lt;br /&gt;Which made me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never alone because God is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;(and with you too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that you have to choose&lt;br /&gt;What you win or lose&lt;br /&gt;You can't have everything&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take chances&lt;br /&gt;Might feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love in vain&lt;br /&gt;Cause love won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;I could stand by the side&lt;br /&gt;And watch this life pass me by&lt;br /&gt;So unhappy&lt;br /&gt;But safe as could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna be happy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tightly&lt;br /&gt;Just can't let it go&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to play my role&lt;br /&gt;Slowly disappear, ohh&lt;br /&gt;All these days I feel like they're the same&lt;br /&gt;Just different faces, different names&lt;br /&gt;Get me outta here&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand by your side, ohh no&lt;br /&gt;Watch this life pass me by, pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just trying to be happy, ohh, happy, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any turns that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm a stranger on this road&lt;br /&gt;But don't say victim&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it hurts me?&lt;br /&gt;So what if I break down?&lt;br /&gt;So what if this world just throws me off the edge&lt;br /&gt;My feet run out of ground&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find my place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about all the pain in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be happy&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, yeah, happy, ohh, happy&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be, ohh&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be happy&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1449844871050271923?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1449844871050271923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1449844871050271923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1449844871050271923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1449844871050271923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy (?),'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4317247873809796261</id><published>2009-11-03T21:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:02:41.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untouchable; burning brighter than the sun.'/><title type='text'>untouchable ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for a long long time, but I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Before you start to throw things at me, let me do some justice for myself.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my dad complained to me about the expensive bills for the internet.&lt;br /&gt;That's because my house had 2 modems.&lt;br /&gt;1 for myself, 1 for my brother, fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;Not for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted us to share 1 modem.&lt;br /&gt;(which is clearly not possible, since the modem can only be linked to 1 com)&lt;br /&gt;So he 'fixed' up the router.&lt;br /&gt;And after much time spent, both computers had internet.&lt;br /&gt;HAD.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my com can't access the internet.&lt;br /&gt;So, I gave up trying after a while.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I was left 'internet-less' for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, my bro sort of 'gave' the access to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "YAY! Finally."&lt;br /&gt;But the worst was yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;So I came home the next day, thinking how nice it would be to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And there he was, using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Playing his dota.&lt;br /&gt;So that's his real motive. (his laptop doesn't have dota)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I still can't use the com anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait till he thinks he's enough, then I will take over.&lt;br /&gt;(and for today's case, I had to wait till he went downstairs to buy food)&lt;br /&gt;Grow up? You're 15 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG ANYWAY, I'm here!&lt;br /&gt;I've missed out on many things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;So.. I shall just post 'current affairs',&lt;br /&gt;and let you read others' blog for previous exciting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's post-school curriculum now, but we(sec3s)'re having extended lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is good since our results are not good.&lt;br /&gt;(and that 'O' levels are next year)&lt;br /&gt;And the whole of sec2s and 3s moved up by one level.&lt;br /&gt;But in our case, we moved 2 levels.&lt;br /&gt;So it's from level 4 to level 6.&lt;br /&gt;Some flight of stairs, but we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is during recess when we have to go down to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Miss Ho, for making us want to bring our own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your results, people?&lt;br /&gt;Mine's not to expectation.&lt;br /&gt;No distinction, how can I be satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;But it seems true that only the results that I put in extra effort, I do well in them.&lt;br /&gt;(no wonder my math's results are horrible!)&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;F32 shall work hard to at least be on level ground with F31.&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard together!&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; show Miss Ho that we are the most capable batch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday schedule: super packed!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I have.&lt;br /&gt;- Extended lessons&lt;br /&gt;- CCA (Band)&lt;br /&gt;- Leadership Training&lt;br /&gt;- Vietnam's Humanities Trip&lt;br /&gt;- Student Council meetings (should have)&lt;br /&gt;Seems very little, but it's a lot!&lt;br /&gt;God be with me so that my time spent will be wise!&lt;br /&gt;And that was just what I would as an extra curriculum of the school.&lt;br /&gt;What about my own personal time?&lt;br /&gt;I've so much to accomplish in such a short time!&lt;br /&gt;My To-Do(s):&lt;br /&gt;- Write my short story/novel (halfway through Chapter II)&lt;br /&gt;- Write songs&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare some artwork (for admission to Lasalle, maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;- Read and read and read (good novels/articles/newspaper/whatever)&lt;br /&gt;- Improve my English &amp;amp; Literature some more (by reading)&lt;br /&gt;- Improve my Maths (both)&lt;br /&gt;- Build up my foundation for my Sciences&lt;br /&gt;- Master my SS&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare my Geography notes&lt;br /&gt;- Pick up a sport (running, probably?)&lt;br /&gt;You think that's it?&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-warning.youmightnotwanttoreadthis.sojustskipitifyouwantto.-&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 great albums coming out!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift's re-release of Fearless (Platinum Edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/FearlessPlatinum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 374px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c9/FearlessPlatinum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga's re-release of The Fame, The Fame Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d98/Blaine2k/10-2009-Layout/gaga_fame_monster_cd_cvr_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 332px;" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d98/Blaine2k/10-2009-Layout/gaga_fame_monster_cd_cvr_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're great singer-songwriters.&lt;br /&gt;They're releasing new albums so soon after their already successful albums.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, those songs are still topping the charts!&lt;br /&gt;They're new songs are still as addictive.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are not interested anyway. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm doing some publicity. (as if it's still not enough)&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;-that'stheendofthepublicity.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul. Garden. Is. Very. Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;I had it twice in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I'm so deprived.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so amazed at how fun it is!&lt;br /&gt;And the food there is so nice too,&lt;br /&gt;but it's so unhealthy?&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my throat feels so horrible now. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shared to me this phrase, and I think it's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There is wisdom in hindsight.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It means to say that when you look back at the past,&lt;br /&gt;that's when and where you get wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we humans are really fools.&lt;br /&gt;See, we will only learn from something after we experience it,&lt;br /&gt;after we experience it's hardship and pain.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder there's another saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once bitten, twice shy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And sometimes, we don't even learn after the second time.&lt;br /&gt;We are really the silliest creatures.&lt;br /&gt;To counter this, we always have people tell us their experience.&lt;br /&gt;This is so that we will learn from them, the 'guinea pigs'.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that even after their 'talks', we won't learn.&lt;br /&gt;Must we really be the fools instead of learning from the other fools?&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us have "wisdom in sight". (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-4317247873809796261?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4317247873809796261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=4317247873809796261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4317247873809796261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4317247873809796261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/untouchable.html' title='untouchable ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d98/Blaine2k/10-2009-Layout/th_gaga_fame_monster_cd_cvr_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1629436086111437263</id><published>2009-10-06T22:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:02:28.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home seemed far away; but now it&apos;s in my heart.'/><title type='text'>home ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs18/300W/f/2007/176/6/2/Home_again_by_hulka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 460px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs18/300W/f/2007/176/6/2/Home_again_by_hulka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b1&gt;Home seemed far away, but now it's in my heart.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The perfect home? I'm jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I stayed home today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I somewhat pon school.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home to study.&lt;br /&gt;Although I did play some, but overall, I was studying.&lt;br /&gt;Was studying Geography &amp;amp; SS.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I finally understand how people can study for hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies when you're concentrating on studying.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty worried about my SS until after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my tutor, I'm feeling quite confident for my SS.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed quite easy to score after he showed me the fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying for my Math now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can pass AMath because of the numerous practises in class,&lt;br /&gt;but EMath is questionable.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself stuck at those very simple kind of questions.&lt;br /&gt;Also, EMath P2 has all those weird problem solving questions, so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I can brush up my EMath enough to score for P1. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English &amp;amp; Chinese exams are both over.&lt;br /&gt;I have high prospects (of passing) for my Chinese,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not so confident with my English (Comprehension).&lt;br /&gt;It might even be a problem to get a B4, let alone an A2 or A1.&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;It's only after I advanced into Upper Sec that I have problems with my English.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized not to be complacent.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It seems I'm not really that excellent after all.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat, I blame Mr Singh.&lt;br /&gt;The way he teaches writing is really mechanical.&lt;br /&gt;He breaks it down into such mechanical steps for us to follow,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; keeps emphasizing on this: "It's a language paper."&lt;br /&gt;(I bet everyone in the class can quote this by now.)&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;My love/mood for writing is totally killed whenever I see him.&lt;br /&gt;I write in my usual way, he barely passes me.&lt;br /&gt;I try to shorten my essay, he also barely passes me.&lt;br /&gt;I know (so does he) that I have a good grasp of my language,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that whatever I write, he just rebukes me.&lt;br /&gt;Really, he doesn't know the art of writing.&lt;br /&gt;Such a way of expressing ourselves, totally reduced to nothing in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm quite happy that he will not (I truely hope!) mark our P1s.&lt;br /&gt;"Wealth" was my pick.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I really am a good writer. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School seemed quite mundane that everyone is not fooling around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is studying and listening attentively,&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to lose out on any point the teacher makes.&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite boring to go on for hours without some hoo-hah.&lt;br /&gt;I used to dislike such disturbances last time.&lt;br /&gt;I always liked to just space out at my corner of the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;reading yet another one of those awesome novels.&lt;br /&gt;But I kind of miss that now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a form of security for me, that I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that absence does make the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope post-exams will reunite the class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's still early to think of post-exams.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite, though.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Exams will be over just next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;That's quite fast eh, did you notice?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in facebook, it will be all over too soon.&lt;br /&gt;So let's all work hard for this last lap of the year.&lt;br /&gt;(sadly, there's still the big O's to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Anyway, God be with all of you throughout this exam period!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just revived my blog. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1629436086111437263?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1629436086111437263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1629436086111437263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1629436086111437263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1629436086111437263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/10/home.html' title='home ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7943481235213569879</id><published>2009-09-21T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:23:25.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe two is better than one.'/><title type='text'>joyful ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a vision.&lt;br /&gt;A scene of tomorrow in school.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;P.E. will be with lots of people asking, "Study le maaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;Or SOME people will be skipping P.E. to study. (:&lt;br /&gt;Chapel will be about diligence, etc, again.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst eating during recess, words like "Studying? Want study? Let's mug?"&lt;br /&gt;will be heard throughout the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons thereafter, you'll suddenly see everyone quiet and paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Else, they'll be doing some other subject's revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;All because... EOYExams are just weeks away!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it only started to dawn upon me recently.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I thank God for today's holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm proud to say that I've been studying Geography and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Hoooooooooooooooray!&lt;br /&gt;Adam has started studying.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, watch out. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeellllllllllllll...&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've NOT done.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I've yet to complete 'The Time Traveler's Wife',&lt;br /&gt;my novel's Chapter I is still half-done,&lt;br /&gt;my Student Council T-Shirt design is also half-done,&lt;br /&gt;I still have more to study.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I watched VMAs 2009 today.&lt;br /&gt;(It was my resttime!)&lt;br /&gt;4pm~630pm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for Taylor Swift (back off Kanye) who won best female video. (:&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce &amp;amp; Lady Gaga both won 3 moonmen each.&lt;br /&gt;Only anti-climax was Green day.&lt;br /&gt;They won best rock video.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, Paramore was so much better.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;So this week is another tough week for me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's on my list.&lt;br /&gt;1. Study&lt;br /&gt;2. and Study&lt;br /&gt;3. and Study.&lt;br /&gt;How excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's gonna be all over soon, like it always does.&lt;br /&gt;Bad point: Last day of school, this year, is 30th October.&lt;br /&gt;(that's 1week more than last year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone and myself whom are doing last minute revision.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, if you only started studying now, IT IS LAST MINUTE!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for the rest who have yet to start studying, prepare to die. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I created a Twitter account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/artistadam"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7943481235213569879?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7943481235213569879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7943481235213569879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7943481235213569879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7943481235213569879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/09/joyful.html' title='joyful ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4680930029720526911</id><published>2009-09-19T23:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:53:34.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe it&apos;s true; that I can&apos;t live without you.'/><title type='text'>renewing (?) ,</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for such a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things you want to know if you're stalking me. (:&lt;br /&gt;1. New group of friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Writing a new novel-to-be (The Pianist, The Dancer)&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading "The Time Traveler's Wife" (awesome book)&lt;br /&gt;4. Haven't started to prepare for exams (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;Those are the more interesting things for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. You must be asking, "New group of friends?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Because it became too overcrowded.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there's so many people coming in;&lt;br /&gt;which I don't really mind, but it's becoming a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;As you know me, I'm more of a 'less-people' person.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I realized I was never really into it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was always alone. (I don't really have a person that's to me.)&lt;br /&gt;For example, Zion with Jean, Germin with Gladys, Casandra with Alson/Javier.&lt;br /&gt;Adam.&lt;br /&gt;See my point?&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I should leave.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's not any of your fault that I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;But I think this is best for me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;All the drama and everything, I'm just not for that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was all simple, and I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;So I think this would be best for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well hey, I wasn't told anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not ready yet, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-changetopic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel very deprived in where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;You see people decorating the hall, and you know that you can definitely do better, but you can't, you're not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Can you comprehend?&lt;br /&gt;I really feel stuck and not being allowed to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Band, for example.&lt;br /&gt;We keep playing those simple and boring songs that is so easy.&lt;br /&gt;That's not really stretching us.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like something more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;School, especially.&lt;br /&gt;Souvenir-making, card-making.&lt;br /&gt;I am so much better than others in doing them, but am not given the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you restricting and limiting us?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you not letting us shine and show our talents?&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of being able to design when I'm not allowed to?&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of writing when I'm told I can't?&lt;br /&gt;I feel stuck.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Check out my Student Council T-shirt design on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=128045145668#/photo.php?pid=2159559&amp;amp;o=all&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=128045145668&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;id=625082464&amp;amp;oid=128045145668"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;by Boys like Girls &amp;amp; Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that it got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that it got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-4680930029720526911?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4680930029720526911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=4680930029720526911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4680930029720526911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4680930029720526911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/09/renewing.html' title='renewing (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3420886318744168977</id><published>2009-09-13T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:40:59.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if they knew how misery loved me.'/><title type='text'>what a catch ,</title><content type='html'>Holidays are going to end in about oneandahalfhours time.&lt;br /&gt;Let's sum up what I've done this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Jia Yi to prepare for art competition.&lt;br /&gt;Bought lots of art materials &amp;amp; novel, "Home".&lt;br /&gt;We did some FAILED paintings, &amp;amp; others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art competition at Singapore Arts Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time painting.&lt;br /&gt;Impromptu wasn't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow was ugly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band!&lt;br /&gt;To prepare for Band exchange.&lt;br /&gt;Mac after Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Student Council Leadership Training/Workshop/Bonding/WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Had a leadership workshop by Mr Kang in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for Forest Adventure at Bedok Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome ziplines &amp;amp; high elements.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band exchange!&lt;br /&gt;Endured her nonsense for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Some school's lousy band major was worse than me. :X&lt;br /&gt;Came home at around 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 6 through to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patch-up discovery class.&lt;br /&gt;Youth Fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;More Fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to church.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mother &amp;amp; Brother to buy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Did a little homework.&lt;br /&gt;Watched "The Devil Wears Prada" online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've completely wasted the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Have you spotted the word "Revise"?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't?&lt;br /&gt;I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;EOYexams are like, less than a month away.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna forget about everything and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Serious mode?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;maybeifallthisnonsensegoeson.stupidfriendships.adamismeantforlonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They say the captain goes down with the ship.&lt;br /&gt;So, when the world ends, will God go down with it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3420886318744168977?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3420886318744168977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3420886318744168977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3420886318744168977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3420886318744168977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-catch.html' title='what a catch ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1459237171373212977</id><published>2009-09-10T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:17:03.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these words are all i have so i&apos;ll write them; so you need them just to get by.'/><title type='text'>excitable ,</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Went to school at 10am today for Workshop/Forest Adventure.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about 'leadership' for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;Some group discussing.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know new people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Lunch&lt;/b1&gt; was too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was too full from breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride to Bedok Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Zi Chao &amp;amp; Zhi Hao.&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeeeeeeeeezy, but alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forest Adventure&lt;/u&gt; was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nerve-wrecking in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;(we were afraid that we did not follow the safety procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; those that did not were given a yellow band to shame them, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs Chng &amp;amp; Zion.)&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the course, it became more fun &amp;amp; smooth,&lt;br /&gt;since we got used to the 'red on' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love the ziplines!&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL &amp;amp; FUN.&lt;br /&gt;My landings were all perfect okay. (say I'm pro. :D)&lt;br /&gt;I already conquered my fear of heights from the last sec3 camp,&lt;br /&gt;so I wasn't really afraid.&lt;br /&gt;The 'Tarzan Swing' was very exciting too!&lt;br /&gt;We had to jump(freefall) and land(piak) onto the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS SO AWESOME. (:&lt;br /&gt;The whole course was actually quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;Easier than we all had expected.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we would do something like trekking &amp;amp; climbing real slopes.&lt;br /&gt;CHEY.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bedok Reservoir is an awesome place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Slacked &amp;amp; talked&lt;/b1&gt; after the course as we had to wait for other groups.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chng completed it too!&lt;br /&gt;I really applaud her. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho treated all of us to some Macdonald's coke &amp;amp; apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;Wee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Jogged our way back&lt;/b1&gt; to the carpark to board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; back to school!&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=89274&amp;amp;id=625082464&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made someone angry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I've found this bad habit with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I always have this slip of the tongue &amp;amp; in the end offend others.&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect a huge change, GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Student Council's gonna take over, &amp;amp; you're gonna love it.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1459237171373212977?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1459237171373212977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1459237171373212977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1459237171373212977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1459237171373212977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/09/excitable.html' title='excitable ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2200359883657595895</id><published>2009-09-08T21:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:46:08.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art is the only way to run away without leaving home.'/><title type='text'>avant garde ,</title><content type='html'>I guess its waaaaaaaay past the Thanksgiving spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall still post on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;85th Thanksgiving Carnival (050909)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac for breakfast with Casandra, Jean, Alson, Javier.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to school to set-up stall at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;Perspiration, tiredness, frustration; all to describe the setting-up.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that we're the most creative class ever.&lt;br /&gt;We actually tied strings from the tip of the tentage to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we used tape, tape &amp;amp; &lt;b1&gt;MORE TAPE&lt;/b1&gt; to fasten the string to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;We actually got those pebbles from the CMS area,&lt;br /&gt;and used it to anchor the string down.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we taped &amp;amp; taped &amp;amp; taped even more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;CLEVER ADAM&lt;/b1&gt; had to trip over the string.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, &amp;amp; the whole structure broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Miss Lam came &amp;amp; commented.&lt;br /&gt;Saying we were stupid(?), dumb(?).&lt;br /&gt;Then she brought these bamboo sticks to fasten the string to,&lt;br /&gt;to make sure our posters don't crumble again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;She gave us lollipops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed off for duty-briefing at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gage briefed us.&lt;br /&gt;" Prefects &amp;amp; UGs will be taking turns every hour. "&lt;br /&gt;So I went off &lt;b1&gt;VERY RELUCTANTLY&lt;/b1&gt; for my duty.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, want to know what's my duty?&lt;br /&gt;Ushering, in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;What's at the hall?&lt;br /&gt;Our dear LYC's iBounce &amp;amp; some lame ball game.&lt;br /&gt;Walah, nobody was there.&lt;br /&gt;Practically &lt;b1&gt;NOBODY&lt;/b1&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Very bad business.&lt;br /&gt;iBounce starts at 1pm, so we were kind of 'off-duty' for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the opening ceremy at the ledge over the side of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Brass-only band played fanfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;BORING&lt;/b1&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the carnival was initiated,&lt;br /&gt;everyone scattered from the quardrangle.&lt;br /&gt;So I began doing my duty &amp;amp; conversing to LYC(chatterbox) &amp;amp; Sean.&lt;br /&gt;Was hilarious seeing some people jumping on the trampolines.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, iBounce started &amp;amp; ended at around 1pmplus.&lt;br /&gt;So... Adam 'discreetly' ran off from duty,&lt;br /&gt;intending to slack &amp;amp; enjoy the carnival. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was a perfect carnival mood.&lt;br /&gt;Loud boomboom music plus noise.&lt;br /&gt;Explored the many stalls.&lt;br /&gt;Visited my own class' stall.&lt;br /&gt;Hello-ed to Pakhrin.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;J were picking up pingpongballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/b1&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Found Casandra &amp;amp; Jean. (&amp;amp; later, Gladys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;LUNCH!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some $2.50 worth of coupons nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;Picnic at the CMS area.&lt;br /&gt;Casandra showed her unglamorousness in eating.&lt;br /&gt;Then, bought cupcorn. (or corncup?)&lt;br /&gt;Cup was hit by soccer ball, (thanks to some idiots)&lt;br /&gt;corn splattered around.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite amusing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that I controlled my emotions. (&amp;amp; did not explode on them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised by Jonathon &amp;amp; WeiChuan!&lt;br /&gt;Casandra gave him that weird look again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't expect to see them there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's like, finally getting to see emmations after 2weeks?&lt;br /&gt;So glad to see Jonathon again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooon, was chased up to the hall for duty.&lt;br /&gt;(In other words, was caught not doing my duty. :X)&lt;br /&gt;Got an earful from Mrs Lian; so expected.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jun Tian upstairs. (&amp;amp; then Jia Min)&lt;br /&gt;But I was guilty, &amp;amp; in a state of remorse until I saw Jonathon, again.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with him for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, off-duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home to change into band uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Full uniform. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Lucky our blazers were in the band room, or we'd be roasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in school, carnival mood was still on.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; we had to go for band. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Reached the band room at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Set-up flute, fall in, practise, set-up chairs, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Soundcheck at the field at around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;HOT WEATHER.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;85th Thanksgiving Night Service&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with 2 of band's songs.&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 of choir's songs.&lt;br /&gt;I liked their first one with the solo parts.&lt;br /&gt;Super nice.&lt;br /&gt;Opening by Rev Nga &amp;amp; another Reverend. (whom I forgot)&lt;br /&gt;Campfire.&lt;br /&gt;Torches.&lt;br /&gt;Primary School's performance.&lt;br /&gt;School Song.&lt;br /&gt;Dance performance.&lt;br /&gt;Old/New flags.&lt;br /&gt;GB's creative drill - Faith.&lt;br /&gt;Splendid performances.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of worship(played by Luke's band) here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Finale was worship led by Mr Kang.&lt;br /&gt;Band went very high.&lt;br /&gt;Waved lightsticks.&lt;br /&gt;Crowd sang.&lt;br /&gt;Huge &amp;amp; bright moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post 85th Thanksgiving&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper(some dinner) with lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about things.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;HAPPINESS. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=88288&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAM (080909)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late. (FINALLY! A plus for the holidays.)&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning thinking about what to do for art competition later.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to SingPost at Paya Lebar to buy my gold paint.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to school.&lt;br /&gt;There, I thought of a new idea &amp;amp; my write up for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ms Han(New art teacher. She's cooooool.), Jia Yi, Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to SAM(Singapore Art Museum).&lt;br /&gt;Saw Nicole Natasha Chee.&lt;br /&gt;Not much anxiety though, &amp;amp; I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Found a nice space, and settled down.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for competition to start.&lt;br /&gt;We did not use canvas. ):&lt;br /&gt;Drawing block was provided.&lt;br /&gt;Adam's weird habit #1: Don't like to wear shoes to draw/paint.&lt;br /&gt;(Since I'm cross-legged on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Original idea: (try your best to visualize)&lt;br /&gt;- A single line of red paint, brush at the end.&lt;br /&gt;- Golden wisps spring up from the line of paint.&lt;br /&gt;Simple?&lt;br /&gt;That's my theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Art is &lt;/b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIMPLICITY MADE DIFFERENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st idea failed, miserably.&lt;br /&gt;Started on another idea.&lt;br /&gt;Was simpler this time.&lt;br /&gt;- A garden scenery&lt;br /&gt;- Rainbow (which turned out ugly, URGH)&lt;br /&gt;- Sunset&lt;br /&gt;This one is much much nicer. (photo at facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi did hers with 'art is life.'&lt;br /&gt;She painted an embryo with a mindful of colors. (which symbolizes art)&lt;br /&gt;Andy did his with 'art is creation.'&lt;br /&gt;Typical anime girl bursts out of a light in a dark background.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked around the hall a bit for inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;I saw that many of others' paintings were very professional.&lt;br /&gt;Mine cannot be compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;But, to me, I think my painting is already very good.&lt;br /&gt;It is simple, but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's also different, since everyone's is so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;3hours was more than enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=88800&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post SAM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mac with Jia Yi.&lt;br /&gt;Talked a bit about our works.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best out of us is Jia Yi's, then mine, then Andy's.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi's is very unique &amp;amp; is a perfect link to life.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is simple, but different.&lt;br /&gt;Andy's is too simple, &amp;amp; has no link. (Sorry, that's my opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, we shall wait for the results. (Don't think we'll win anything -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're gonna get our certificates during assembly some day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On 85th Thanksgiving&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night service.&lt;br /&gt;I(I'm sure everyone else felt it too) was super pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off with the sec1s.&lt;br /&gt;I mean COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are worse than the primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;When we did the wave &amp;amp; cheer, you guys just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;Even the primary school kids cheered &amp;amp; waved better than you guys.&lt;br /&gt;What an utter disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;This is for the school; the whole event is.&lt;br /&gt;But you all came to destroy it?&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;If you're just gonna sit there to comment &amp;amp; laugh at us, then why bother?&lt;br /&gt;Why even bother coming?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Miss Ho made a big mistake by sending you guys down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would be better if the upper sec came instead.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;The wave completely stopped at you guys.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of the back rows were not standing, not cheering, not clapping.&lt;br /&gt;Even the ex-students &amp;amp; current students in the middle were better.&lt;br /&gt;What an utter disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;What an utter disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is clearly to target the BAD Sec1s.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a clear conscience, then this shouldn't be about you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad way to end this post, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2200359883657595895?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2200359883657595895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2200359883657595895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2200359883657595895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2200359883657595895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/09/avant-garde.html' title='avant garde ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4062329956471522495</id><published>2009-08-31T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:20:52.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some people want it all; but i don&apos;t want nothing at all.'/><title type='text'>smile ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post about 29/30/31august2009. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CIP - 29&amp;amp;300809 ; Singapore 'RUN' Race Pack Collection!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with LYC &amp;amp; Pakhrin at Aljunied MRT station,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I was too late to meet up with the rest;&lt;br /&gt;Casandra, Germin, Gladys, Jean, Zion, Alson, Sean, Blanky.&lt;br /&gt;Burger King -ed for a quick breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;First job, factory work.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to manually pack the race packs/bags!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was quite fun, &amp;amp; we were very fast.&lt;br /&gt;We worked well &amp;amp; were co-operative you know?&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then, some of us were asked to do the Receptionists' job.&lt;br /&gt;Quite easy too, just registering &amp;amp; passing the bags to the runners.&lt;br /&gt;Another job was being the 'runner' for the receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he just has to pass the race pack,&lt;br /&gt;with the correct t-shirt size, to the receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, we were throwing the t-shirts around &amp;amp; hollering out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Queue Marshall, was my job.&lt;br /&gt;I was to tell people where to collect their race packs &amp;amp; do some promotion.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;Had some turkish ice-cream during break.&lt;br /&gt;It was great!&lt;br /&gt;(so was the price; $3!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;2nd day&lt;/b1&gt; was about the same, but we had more food.&lt;br /&gt;Some lady sponsored breakfast for us. (bread)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was nice!&lt;br /&gt;High-quality food.&lt;br /&gt;Fattening muffins.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day zoomed past faster, though Pakhrin, Sean, Blanky didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Food&lt;/b1&gt; on both days (lunch &amp;amp; dinner) was BK.&lt;br /&gt;We had this $5 BK voucher for every eating break.&lt;br /&gt;Quite boring to eat the same thing everyday, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Slacker&lt;/b1&gt; was our name.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, throughout the whole cip,&lt;br /&gt;we were doing nothing most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Quite boring, really.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, with things to talk about, I guess we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;So that's CIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=87024&amp;amp;id=625082464&amp;amp;saved#/album.php?aid=87024&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teachers'/Ryan's day Celebration!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was MC for the performance, along with Jia Hui &amp;amp; Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;A few performances, then Jia Hui &amp;amp; my turn.&lt;br /&gt;We did a duet on flute &amp;amp; piano, a rendition of "The Servant King"&lt;br /&gt;Hand was shaking while performing.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite well done, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;Received praises from people saying that our performance was good.&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Games&lt;/b1&gt; time was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Was walking around, looking at some games.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally decided to stay with Ryan at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;BORING, ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Ex-GMers&lt;/b1&gt; came back, some of them.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with Dawn, Jun Tian, Grace.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;No Jia Min though. ):&lt;br /&gt;Was fun seeing all the familiar people around.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After Teachers' Day Celebration&lt;/u&gt;, had lunch with Zion &amp;amp; Ryan at Ananas.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to band.&lt;br /&gt;There was a blackout at the whole area around Aljunied.&lt;br /&gt;Band room was without air-conditioning,&lt;br /&gt;so we all went for sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;Slept a bit during sectionals, then went back for main band.&lt;br /&gt;Band-ed till 230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After Band&lt;/u&gt;, went to Gladys' place.&lt;br /&gt;There, we, Casandra, Germin, Gladys, Jean, Zion, Ryan, Alson, Javier, &amp;amp; I,&lt;br /&gt;celebrated Ryan's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;OREO CHEESECAKE was awesome; the best!&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around at Gladys' place, napped a little till around five.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy girls drew on Javier &amp;amp; Alson.&lt;br /&gt;Another great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=87032&amp;amp;id=625082464&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;facebook: photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;VIDEO:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=124908719141&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;facebook: video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, give a stranger one of your smiles;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- P.S. I Love You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;H. Jackson Brown Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-4062329956471522495?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4062329956471522495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=4062329956471522495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4062329956471522495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4062329956471522495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile.html' title='smile ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7342146874595260886</id><published>2009-08-28T23:07:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:11:24.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like it&apos;s forever; but not together'/><title type='text'>a poet/writer/composer/musician/artist/designer/leader ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;*reviving of blog in process*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teachers' Day Celebration's Rehearsal today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time:&lt;br /&gt;Was veryveryvery messy.&lt;br /&gt;MR didn't know what to do, performers were blur.&lt;br /&gt;MCs were blur too.&lt;br /&gt;In-charge(s) were pissed, so was Mrs Lian. (she was wearing black shoes)&lt;br /&gt;Helped out a little with the decoration.&lt;br /&gt;(gave ideas, but none taken, decorations are still very ugly even now.)&lt;br /&gt;MCs, Daryl, Jia Hui, myself, spoke quite well;&lt;br /&gt;(not much fumbling or mistakes in words.)&lt;br /&gt;Performers were blur! VERY BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;Was doing mc halfway when I figured that I had to take my flute.&lt;br /&gt;Took it, then remembered that we forgot about the scores.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was in the 'Prefects' ROD 2009' file. (it wasn't)&lt;br /&gt;So we (Jia Hui, myself) had to play by heart, by what we remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Performers weren't so bad, F42 was very good.&lt;br /&gt;As I watched them perform, though, I asked myself this.&lt;br /&gt;"Will our F42 be like them next year?"&lt;br /&gt;I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;We seem so not-united and not enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Throughout the rehearsal&lt;/u&gt;, Mrs Lian was very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Very pissed with the MR crew for not knowing what to do, etc.&lt;br /&gt;But I kind of pity them.&lt;br /&gt;It's not their fault, really.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they were asked to help out, but we treat them like servants.&lt;br /&gt;Not that nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Though, the 2nd rehearsal, they did well.&lt;br /&gt;They remembered what to do, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MCs, performers, everyone was good this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Thank God. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After rehearsal&lt;/u&gt;, went dinner with..&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, Casandra, Germin, Gladys, Alson, Zion, Yu Hung, Linus,&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Javier, myself.&lt;br /&gt;Linus left for Cell Group early.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really eat, but just sat there and talked.&lt;br /&gt;We shared a bit of ourselves, &amp;amp; got to know Joanna's first impression of us.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, Gentle, Kind, but a bit gay(?) was mine.&lt;br /&gt;That's nice I guess. (not the gay part. HAH)&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind being labelled so, I don't really care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;Was a listener like I always am throughout the 'talk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs32/i/2008/214/f/0/Listen_to_the_Music_Wallpaper_by_Sugargrl14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 270px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs32/i/2008/214/f/0/Listen_to_the_Music_Wallpaper_by_Sugargrl14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LISTENERS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people should all learn to be listeners.&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't be so selfish to steal the limelight all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer to sit back,&lt;br /&gt;and listen to what the person has to say.&lt;br /&gt;Through that, I get to think thoughtfully,&lt;br /&gt;and process the information.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I can really give constructive comments,&lt;br /&gt;not some useless babble.&lt;br /&gt;Listeners think deeply,&lt;br /&gt;and mind-read or predict what he/she's going to say next,&lt;br /&gt;we look at things at different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we speak less and listen more,&lt;br /&gt;we'll get to understand even better,&lt;br /&gt;and knowledge comes easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to many, speak to a few"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;PS: I am so not talking about Joanna, it's a general view.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7342146874595260886?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7342146874595260886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7342146874595260886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7342146874595260886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7342146874595260886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/poetwritercomposermusicianartistdesigne.html' title='a poet/writer/composer/musician/artist/designer/leader ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5919062384629580390</id><published>2009-08-22T23:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:41:23.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this indescribable joy that i&apos;m feeling;'/><title type='text'>honey lemon ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/i/2009/066/5/a/Tea_With_Honey_and_Lemon_by_Kyra57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 300px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/i/2009/066/5/a/Tea_With_Honey_and_Lemon_by_Kyra57.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b1&gt;Casandra just made me addicted to honey lemon.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo people!&lt;br /&gt;Adam is waaaaaaaaaaaay happy &amp;amp; overjoyed right now.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;It all started since friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday - 200809&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;After school, adam had band.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played through "Beatles Gold", "Sock Hop Tonight", &amp;amp; hymns.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to play some more challenging songs.&lt;br /&gt;(Like "In the Winter of 1730"?)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; "Enchanted" might be cancelled too, if we don't work hard. ):&lt;br /&gt;Let's strive as a band towards a good Thanksgiving performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;After band, looked for Casandra.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the Prefects' Room for awhile as she played her captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;(was the owner of Casandra's phone during that time.)&lt;br /&gt;Crapped with Foo Xin, Shawn, Daryl W, Alson S.&lt;br /&gt;Then were chased off by Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the canteen with Casandra &amp;amp; slacked with vball guys.&lt;br /&gt;Again, were chased off by Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;As loyal friends, we waited outside the school gate for our dear Alson, Zion, Jean, Ryan, etcetc to finish their Cell group before going for dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;And I sat with Casandra at the stone parapet(?),&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while helping to be security guards.&lt;br /&gt;There, something amazing happened.&lt;br /&gt;I shared about Jesus Christ to Casandra.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; although it's the third time someone is sharing to her,&lt;br /&gt;she didn't feel bored or anything. (Thank God!)&lt;br /&gt;I shared also, my view about Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;That it is the only real religion that has a real God.&lt;br /&gt;Shared with her some stories from the bible too.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; apparently, she loves stories. hahahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;LYC &amp;amp; P&lt;/b1&gt; walked pass the gate to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stayed to chat for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;They boasted about watching "The Proposal".&lt;br /&gt;Boring storyline though, so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Finally, they came out from Cell group,&lt;/b1&gt; &amp;amp; we went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about lots of things over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We do feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;Casandra was emo.&lt;br /&gt;Left at around 9.&lt;br /&gt;Walked a bit of the night market with Alson &amp;amp; Casandra.&lt;br /&gt;Silent throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinking about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today - 220809&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Something amazing just happened.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casandra PRCed! (Prayed to Receive Christ)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ultimately happy la!&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; I was just sharing to her yesterday!)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must thank God for allowing her to go to Alson's church today.&lt;br /&gt;(she PRCed there.)&lt;br /&gt;Although I was just a bit slow in bringing her into my church,&lt;br /&gt;it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;As long as she's Christian now, I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooooooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;Alson is jealous that I was the one who made her want to PRC.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm jealous she's in his church.&lt;br /&gt;So we're equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Thank God,&lt;/b1&gt; I guess that Casandra is saved.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels to have someone you shared to,&lt;br /&gt;to have the salvation.&lt;br /&gt;It's indescribable joy.&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you for your awesome works.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bringing Casandra back to you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let us Christians continue to be that light in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;ever shining, ever glowing for You;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                          - Acts 4:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5919062384629580390?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5919062384629580390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5919062384629580390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5919062384629580390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5919062384629580390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/honey-lemon.html' title='honey lemon ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3310285918859318896</id><published>2009-08-15T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:32:31.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the best rod ever with credits to adam and sec3 prefects.'/><title type='text'>a drop of lavender (?) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;PREFECTS' ROD 2009!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The deco was great, prefects were fun; all good.&lt;br /&gt;The food ain't that nice though. :X&lt;br /&gt;Items this year weren't fantastic either.&lt;br /&gt;But everything else was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank all the prefects for helping me with deco,&lt;br /&gt;taking my orders without question, not arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Jia Hui, for doing so many things. (that I was lazy to do. :X)&lt;br /&gt;Sec3 Prefects for putting up with my temper, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mdm Chua, Casandra, Jia Yi, Mei Yin, Shi Hua, Xiuying, MR crew,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else who helped in a way or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received lots of positive comments from teachers, prefects &amp;amp; students.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Being incharge of ROD was tough, but definitely an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;The stress from rushing, getting things done, last minute work,&lt;br /&gt;was overwhelming; but a good lesson, that I should not do everything myself.&lt;br /&gt;The sense of achievement is great.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I dare say, this year's ROD is the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;Creative Adam thought of tables, program sheet, deco.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not so thickskinned.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody helped.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Especially sec4 prefects 09, we'll miss you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After ROD,&lt;/u&gt; met up with Grace &amp;amp; P Jia Min.&lt;br /&gt;Missed them so much.&lt;br /&gt;Missed doing latecomer's &amp;amp; relief duty together.&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Went to mac with them &amp;amp; Foo Xin, Eileen, Shawn, Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with each other. (:&lt;br /&gt;Grace left early; (I guess her course must be influencing her, hahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some miscommunications in between.&lt;br /&gt;Then, met with Jia Min &amp;amp; Jun Tian at Bugis, Iluma.&lt;br /&gt;Practically walked around the whole mall.&lt;br /&gt;Hunger striked, &amp;amp; we went to some nearby stall to eat. (opposite bugis junction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;At around 2, met with Casandra, LYC, Alson, Sean &amp;amp; neighbour.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted about an hour deciding where to go.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, spent the time walking back to Aljunied, hah.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate lameness.&lt;br /&gt;7-11 rehydrated us.&lt;br /&gt;Walked &amp;amp; walked, then split up from Alson, Sean &amp;amp; his neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;Decided on wanton mee, then food centre, then mac.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my house.&lt;br /&gt;Casandra &amp;amp; LYC came up to rest, LYC was the first to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for aircon, she went to her cousin's place.&lt;br /&gt;Alson came up &amp;amp; we slacked/rested/slept.&lt;br /&gt;Casandra was awake throughout till 640 when she went for GG.&lt;br /&gt;(some competition thing)&lt;br /&gt;After she left, Alson came into my room &amp;amp; we slept, with aircon. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Tired, till now.&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/darkfeatherx?ref=profile#/album.php?aid=83499&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"your first graduation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;our last farewell."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3310285918859318896?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3310285918859318896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3310285918859318896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3310285918859318896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3310285918859318896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/drop-of-lavender.html' title='a drop of lavender (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1285515107646406948</id><published>2009-08-13T22:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:04:10.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can&apos;t play on broken strings; you can&apos;t feel anything.'/><title type='text'>overdued ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find time to blog for the past week, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;070809 - FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band marched as a contingent this year.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty awesome, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;(except for some idiots who just can't be bothered.)&lt;br /&gt;Majors are confirmed and recognized already. (:&lt;br /&gt;Celebration in the hall wasn't as good as last year's.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; with Mrs Loh asking me to give out invitations, it can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;This year, we had a souvenir though.&lt;br /&gt;It's the goodie bag (only the bag) for NDP 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;The cover's changeable for other colors,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; removable to become an auntie's bag.&lt;br /&gt;(that Mandie likes so much, ahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After celebration, had to see Mrs Loh with Jia Hui about ROD.&lt;br /&gt;She complained a lot, &amp;amp; I had to defend ourselves for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;(which eventually made her angry. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Until about 12plus, (started at around 11)&lt;br /&gt;she finally released us with lots more work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, went home to change,&lt;br /&gt;then went cyling at ECP with Casandra, Germin, Gladys, Jean, Zion, Ryan,&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Shawn &amp;amp; Jason(?).&lt;br /&gt;Good workout of 2hrs of cycling.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, we gained back the weight when we went to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun crapping with Zion, Jean &amp;amp; Sean. (:&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=625082464#/album.php?aid=82012&amp;amp;id=625082464"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;090809 - SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, went 'flower-picking' with Jia Yi at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;Am very sorry for killing the innocent flowers.&lt;br /&gt;(was apologizing when picking them)&lt;br /&gt;Had one 'Mr Bean plastic bag' full of them.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied, &amp;amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;100809 - MONDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Non-official Prefects' Meeting with Shawn &amp;amp; Jia Hui at my place,&lt;br /&gt;to discuss about ROD. (again -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Yun Cui SUPER randomly popped by &amp;amp; looked around the place,&lt;br /&gt;with her mother &amp;amp; cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Her new nickname's "CHEEK-KEN". (:&lt;br /&gt;That's what her cousin calls her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had asked Jia Yi to come along so that Jia Hui won't feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time (ironic?) discussing &amp;amp; video-ing for the item.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi was a great help in taking the videos for us.&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui &amp;amp; Shawn went off at around 7 to buy the materials.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Jia Hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;120809 - WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever of 38.5degrees, didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;But I went to school, after school. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Had to chair/be present for the Sec3item's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted a lot of time settling down &amp;amp; doing irrelevant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, finished shooting everything, except for the "Band" part.&lt;br /&gt;If we didn't waste so much time, we would've finished.&lt;br /&gt;Though, Casandra was kind enough to lend us her 5megapix camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;(despite having to nap at home to prepare for some soccer match)&lt;br /&gt;Was drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doctor at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;They ripped me off my 30 bucks just for consultation &amp;amp; medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Totally ripped my off.&lt;br /&gt;Got an MC of 3days.&lt;br /&gt;Means I still can't go to school on friday.&lt;br /&gt;(but I will for ROD. :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;130809 - TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Am a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;Slept a lot, and I felt like I was wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;Like a pig, doing nothing but sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Felt pretty much useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things in school cropped up.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loh misunderstanding, program sheet not done, drinks not bought,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jaya's disapproval of the logistics, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to Jia Hui though, that she took over my place,&lt;br /&gt;did everything for me because I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;She must be stressed out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Anyway, fever went down to 36.9degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, ROD's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;All that we've been working for is finally coming to place.&lt;br /&gt;So excited!&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Grace, P Jia Min &amp;amp; Jun Tian after ROD tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be well enough by then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Private blog cancelled, since there's only one post. -.-&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; I've nothing private to hide. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.youth.gov.hk/tc/video/youth_studio/normal/G0806130026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 340px;" src="http://media.youth.gov.hk/tc/video/youth_studio/normal/G0806130026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broken Strings by James Morrison ft. Nelly Furtado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me, now I can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you and so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When it's too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it's too late, too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;br /&gt;So how can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1285515107646406948?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1285515107646406948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1285515107646406948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1285515107646406948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1285515107646406948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/overdued.html' title='overdued ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7927254286428543519</id><published>2009-08-05T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:04:14.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;ll look back and laugh at how silly we were.'/><title type='text'>chill ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;NATIONAL DAY REHEARSALS TODAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring, but it'll all be worthed it. (:&lt;br /&gt;GOH is fun, Adam is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;After rehearsals (630pm), came home to shower.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for prayer gathering with a ham&amp;amp;cheese sandwich for dinner. (7pm)&lt;br /&gt;RUSH RUSH RUSH.&lt;br /&gt;Only came back home at around 9pm, DEADBEAT.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do I have time to study for Physics?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have time to do my ROD stuff?&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adam's irritated by people who don't give their all into their marching;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me demoralized.&lt;br /&gt;Also am irritated by people who just don't listen &amp;amp; stay alert.&lt;br /&gt;Talking away all the time.&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is complain, complain, complain.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think you're a bit useless?&lt;br /&gt;What else can you do other than whine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teachers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they for, really?&lt;br /&gt;I am really frustrated with a certain teacher, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(lohkimwhoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who puts all blame to others, who does nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but keeps complaining about how things are not good enough,&lt;br /&gt;who keeps rushing us until we have no room to even breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;br /&gt;Of course nobody likes to do work.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't do nothing &amp;amp; complain complain complain.&lt;br /&gt;You think it's so easy?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is for you, you don't have to do anything &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;you get to rid yourself from all blame, how better can it get?&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;I am very busy too. (I don't even think you are)&lt;br /&gt;You expect everything to be done, but you don't even help.&lt;br /&gt;You know how many people in the school hates that?&lt;br /&gt;You know how many students (&amp;amp; teachers) hate you &amp;amp; your attitude?&lt;br /&gt;I have more things to do than you think.&lt;br /&gt;The rod thing.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even told to start planning.&lt;br /&gt;Then you just come suddenly &amp;amp; scold me for not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I've done something, you comment comment comment,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ask me to re-do.&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently busy with/on my mind/coming up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;- National Day&lt;br /&gt;- Prefects' ROD&lt;br /&gt;- Prefects' ROD item&lt;br /&gt;- Church/Corporate time&lt;br /&gt;- Art competition in September&lt;br /&gt;- Studies&lt;br /&gt;- Band&lt;br /&gt;- &amp;amp; more! (but I just can't remember)&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this will pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll look back &amp;amp; feel so satisfied with my work.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe getting the few more rings of eyebags are worthed it then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got 24/26 for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ng said it was a great improvement from C6 to A1! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Psalm 23:4&lt;/u&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk&lt;br /&gt;      through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;      I will fear no evil,&lt;br /&gt;      for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;      your rod and your staff,&lt;br /&gt;      they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7927254286428543519?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7927254286428543519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7927254286428543519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7927254286428543519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7927254286428543519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/chill.html' title='chill ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4057361055957201554</id><published>2009-08-03T19:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:55:33.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your harmony to the melody; is echoing inside my head.'/><title type='text'>melody ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b1&gt;HEY MONDAY, school holiday.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMS's having a school holiday,&lt;br /&gt;in lieu of the Thanksgiving ceremony on saturday, 1aug09.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I missed Thanksgiving's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKSGIVING - O1O8O9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for band at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Was able to memorize the songs, and play them quite okay-ly.&lt;br /&gt;As always, I liked marching, but had to leave at 1040,&lt;br /&gt;to prepare for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed home with my flute and file. (later found out it's JiaYi's. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Showered, and went out again.&lt;br /&gt;Was 10min late (1140), but nonetheless, it was okay that I was late,&lt;br /&gt;since our rehearsal &amp;amp; whatsoevers hadn't begin.&lt;br /&gt;All the prize winners &amp;amp; emcees (us!) were held in the MPR at GMS(S).&lt;br /&gt;There, we slacked, relaxed, talked, took photographs till it was about 1230.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun to laugh at the teachers' change throughout the years,&lt;br /&gt;at the photographs on the MPR wall. (:&lt;br /&gt;Even took some photographs with Mdm Chua. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Finally, went over to GMS(P) to rehearse &amp;amp; prepare for the ceremony.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize winners were taught on were to stand, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;The emcess (us - Shawn, Deborah, Sheryl, Dayna, Myself) mainly relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;(or in other words, slacked &amp;amp; commented &amp;amp; commented)&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really had a chance to rehearse our parts properly,&lt;br /&gt;so it was kind of nervous, but at backstage it's always fun!&lt;br /&gt;Took photographs while waiting for our turns to announce.&lt;br /&gt;Talked &amp;amp; laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Theseira is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;She came over to join us backstage and talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought she was a stern &amp;amp; boring teacher,&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't know she was as fun as Mdm Eng!&lt;br /&gt;She came over to me, and called me by name.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that she remembered me (&amp;amp; Jasmine!)&lt;br /&gt;from the Sec1 Orientation earlier this year,&lt;br /&gt;when Jasmine &amp;amp; I were doing the MC for the Singspiration!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't knew we had such an impact!&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay, enough about me.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Mrs Theseira went up and sang "Give Thanks",&lt;br /&gt;another perfect rendition of the song. (she sings reaaaaaaaaaaaaally nice)&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Eng is awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;She talked to us like friends, (which many teachers failed to do)&lt;br /&gt;and laughed together with us when we commented on certain things.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Alas, the ceremony was over &amp;amp; we went down for tea reception.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslin (Eng, ex-bandmajor 2007) was there &amp;amp; dragged me around.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see her again. (:&lt;br /&gt;Took more photographs. (with Mdm Eng also)&lt;br /&gt;Reception was alright, but I felt that there weren't any Carbohydrates.&lt;br /&gt;No rice or bee hoon like other buffets.&lt;br /&gt;Quite disappointing, but their other food was awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;We (Emcees) sat with Mdm Chua,&lt;br /&gt;as she pondered about her work with Miss Wong, and looked troubled.&lt;br /&gt;We ate as much as we can, (well, not really)&lt;br /&gt;and laughed as we talked about the staff.&lt;br /&gt;(sheeeeesh. greedy, irritating people,&lt;br /&gt;who tookaway food when we weren't even done.)&lt;br /&gt;Casandra &amp;amp; Jean came to find us!&lt;br /&gt;(finally. how could they not after receiving a call from Mr Adam, HAH.)&lt;br /&gt;Finished up our food &amp;amp; helped to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;Then went over to GMS(S) to take photographs with Mdm Eng &amp;amp; Mdm Chua.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Mdm Eng went off already. ):&lt;br /&gt;So, we took photographs with Mdm Chua.&lt;br /&gt;She's really an awesome teacher. (:&lt;br /&gt;Slacked a bit with Shawn, Casandra, Jean in the Prefects' room.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for YF. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;YF was enjoyable. (oh, when was it not?)&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing Emmations &amp;amp; talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;(I guess I really missed them after missing YF &amp;amp; church last week)&lt;br /&gt;Missed YiHan &amp;amp; MeiYin.&lt;br /&gt;YF ended quite early, &amp;amp; went for dinner with YiHan &amp;amp; Hendry.&lt;br /&gt;Loved talking over dinner. (even though I didn't eat. :X)&lt;br /&gt;Went back to EL for a bit of fellowship,&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be a chillax-ing session.&lt;br /&gt;Learned that Jessie used to work at Night Safari. (SO COOL RIGHT?)&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice time with Emmations. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs can be found here on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;(since I'm too lazy to upload them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=96178&amp;amp;id=532817916&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Thanksgiving 2009 photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY - O2O8O9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Has been 2 weeks since I've seen my tutor, missed him just a little. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went for Service after that.&lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing Emmations again!&lt;br /&gt;Had make-up acorn class with BinHua &amp;amp; AlsonS.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt about prayer.&lt;br /&gt;We sang this awesome song, "Children Of God"!&lt;br /&gt;Service was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Elder Elijah Lee shared about faith through John 2:1-11,&lt;br /&gt;which helped me to regain my faith. (:&lt;br /&gt;No family time though (sadface), since a youth was suspected of H1N1,&lt;br /&gt;thus, all the youths had to sit on the left side of the pews.&lt;br /&gt;It's only precautionary, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;After service,&lt;/b1&gt; caught up with fellow Emmations.&lt;br /&gt;MeiYin was sick. ):&lt;br /&gt;Loved spending time with YiHan. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with YiHan &amp;amp; Olivia at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;In which YiHan left halfway because he had a family buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I threw a little tantrum. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;(sheesh. so blessed)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Olivia &amp;amp; I alone. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Olivia after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me questions about girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I won't bring her to a post restaurant."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I won't mind the age."&lt;br /&gt;hahahah, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit before coming home.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY - O3O8O9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday; for us to rest after the Thanksgiving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Finally woke up on my own freedom,&lt;br /&gt;without having to wake up at any specific time. (oinkoink)&lt;br /&gt;Have decided since yesterday, that I would stay at home,&lt;br /&gt;to do geography &amp;amp; study a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then, prolly I'll join Casandra &amp;amp; gang after that.&lt;br /&gt;(They went for Harry Potter without me lor. suckers. :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;In the end,&lt;/b1&gt; I failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some other stuff before I actually started with Geography at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was tired, &amp;amp; bored, &amp;amp; lazy.&lt;br /&gt;So napped after doing half an essay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now, geography undone, a failure.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Even the hardworking Casandra's not doing anyway, why should I bother?&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;QUIZZES from facebook. (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Quiz 1&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Prolly not.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Not too dumb.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Don't really like older ones, but it's God's will.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Shorter than me. :X&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Some. So that she'll not be a judge at home. hahahah!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Don't really like it.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Of course!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Might.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Balanced.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;In the middle?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Don't really matter, but I'd like brown?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Not dishevelled.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;What kind of question is this?!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Anyone can with perfume.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;No-no!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Nah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would be nice.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Not too buffed.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would be nice.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Acoustic guitar would be nice. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would be nice, 'cause she could teach me. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Average.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;A little?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Okay with it.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;She's gonna remove it anyway?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Not too shy, since I am considered one myself.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Both.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Mixed.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;?!?!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd like both. :X&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Em, stunning in what way? -.-&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Nah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would prefer natural.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-un&lt;/span&gt;til-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b1&gt;No -.-&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;No comments.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;No comments, since I might be considered one myself.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Not too cheesy.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;But is mature enough to know when to stop.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Faithful.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;That's nice. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;When she should be.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would be nice.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;WOULD BE AWESOME.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Christian?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Refer to 38.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;NO!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would be awesome!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Faithful?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;No comments.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loves children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Would be nice. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Quiz 2&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was a maggot in your soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Obviously I'd not drink the soup. -.-&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You woke up and only mcdonalds and starbucks exist ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;What about Sushi? ):&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pokemon were real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;AWESOME. We can have battles, &amp;amp; we would not need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we would learn about pokemons. &amp;amp; we'd battle in gyms.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everyone will be a pokemon trainer.&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless! (HAHA, so corny.)&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You walked around your block naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd hope no one saw me. -.-&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The person of your dream was finally yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;YAY.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The world ends in 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Gather together with all the Christians to witness the arrival of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; prove to my friends that Jesus Christ is indeed real. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You could have 3 wishes but you had 10 seconds to say them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;1. World Peace!&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone to be a Good &amp;amp; Faithful Christian.&lt;br /&gt;3. All my friends would be together with me in Heaven. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You could never die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;NOOO! I'd like to see heaven you know? (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There was beauty pageants for men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Em.. I think it'd be like a model show?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Models were short and fat instead of skinny and tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;HAHA. It would be nice if there was a mixture of both.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We celebrated Halloween like a dark Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;No no no no no no no no no no!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Girls wore boxers and guys wore panties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Guys with panties are just weird. Just way out of this world.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the toothfairy really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Then Jesus Christ would be neglected all the more. ):&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Music could give you cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Everyone would die!&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd hope the music would be evangelistic,&lt;br /&gt;so that people would believe before they die. hahaha.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your parents arranged who you had to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;It depends on who they arranged.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You could star as a character in your favorite cartoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd be out of place.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You got to try out on American Idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd prolly not even pass the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;Or I might... but not make it to the next audition.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your parents were spies, superheros, or something cool when you are not home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Then I'd love to carry on the 'family business'.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your life or death depended on any game of your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd prolly keep playing bejeweled since there's no losing. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You became a parent 1 year from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd go mad from the overwhelming stress, then you'll see me at MPH.&lt;br /&gt;Wait... Who'll be my bride?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There was a breakfast cereal named after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Adam's Krunch. AHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You could talk to inanimated objects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;The world would be a better place. ~~&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. There was 10 more 'What If' questions included this as one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;It'd be fun!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You were the only person in the world to have unlimited gas for your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Then global warming might slow down since I don't have a car. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You woke up as your opposite gender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I would prolly enjoy it for a while,&lt;br /&gt;then, I'll hope to change back. -.-&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. With the snap of your fingers, any problem you have could disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Then it'd be like praying! (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. It was against the law to eat more than one meal a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I'd prolly break the law. hahahahha.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Houses are made by sticks and stones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;homes are made by love alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-4057361055957201554?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4057361055957201554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=4057361055957201554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4057361055957201554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4057361055957201554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/melody.html' title='melody ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5815937183701409093</id><published>2009-07-31T21:28:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:51:18.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these trying times demand it; but all hard work brings profit.'/><title type='text'>blood ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;By Mandie:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"School hasn't been pleasant at all.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for everyone to make peace."&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Alson Ang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resilience by Cynthia Buhain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trying times demand it&lt;br /&gt;No halcyon days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;But all hard work brings profit&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and refuse to dread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the diamond remains a stone&lt;br /&gt;Without the drill and the cutting,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures based on wealth alone&lt;br /&gt;Robs man the chance of persevering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True measure of success in life&lt;br /&gt;Is hinged on Wisdom and on Prudence&lt;br /&gt;Courage, patience through the strife,&lt;br /&gt;Facing hardships with Resilience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For out of Adversity's crucible&lt;br /&gt;Come strength of character and will&lt;br /&gt;And a man discovers he is able&lt;br /&gt;To reach his goals, his dreams fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this encourages you to move on,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not follow in his ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;85th Thanksgiving ceremony tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Announcing the prize winners for this year's sec2.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous? Not much.&lt;br /&gt;Excited? Not much.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;After all, the event is scaled down by a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Even Choir's not singing, neither is Band performing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 5th September, food&amp;amp;fun fair, &amp;amp; night service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band tomorrow also.&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for National Day next friday.&lt;br /&gt;Combined rehearsal with other contigents on next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING, &amp;amp; stressing.&lt;br /&gt;Band's gonna show you all what we've got.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep early, 've been sleeping late these days.&lt;br /&gt;Especially yesterday when I was making Jasmine's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SnMGhJ0rFXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_6sk1b1ErgA/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SnMGhJ0rFXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_6sk1b1ErgA/s320/DSC01218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364638747770688882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY JASMINE. - 31O794&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfectbrushes2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://imperfectbrushes2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for an invitation if you want to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5815937183701409093?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5815937183701409093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5815937183701409093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5815937183701409093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5815937183701409093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blood.html' title='blood ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SnMGhJ0rFXI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_6sk1b1ErgA/s72-c/DSC01218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7114366245073368131</id><published>2009-07-29T21:09:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:53:25.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship; or companionship?'/><title type='text'>friendship (?) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b1&gt;Band today!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRILLS are so exciting, to me.&lt;br /&gt;So cool to march for National Day.&lt;br /&gt;If only we could be part of the GOH, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; march harmoniously with those awesome boots.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just bring the standard of our marching down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, if you want to do something, just give it your best.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want photographs of you doing drills sloppily eh?&lt;br /&gt;If our marching is as good as the UGs, then we really can call ourselves good.&lt;br /&gt;Exceptionally good.&lt;br /&gt;So let's give it our best &amp;amp; not let our seniors down,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let the UGs know that we're not that bad as they say either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.net/images2/300W/i/2004/05/0/2/simplicity_of_friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 340px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/images2/300W/i/2004/05/0/2/simplicity_of_friendship.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;Friendship, &lt;br /&gt;or companionship?&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to friendship in faith3/2?&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone is stranded from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be losing their friends.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't friendship supposed to be eternal,&lt;br /&gt;like the two old ladies above, helping each other to walk?&lt;br /&gt;The definition of friendship seem to have been twisted.&lt;br /&gt;Just because of a misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;the whole class has been split.&lt;br /&gt;Not into 2 groups, but a lot of small groups.&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to best friends that stick together?&lt;br /&gt;People are being left out.&lt;br /&gt;Extra people step in.&lt;br /&gt;What is this?&lt;br /&gt;Is this your definition of friendship?&lt;br /&gt;Kicking others out?&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment befalls all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Shrouds of darkness surrounds all of us.&lt;br /&gt;We are blinded, hopefully temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is not like that.&lt;br /&gt;It never was and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;What you're having there&lt;br /&gt;is called superficial friendship or companionship.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship on the surface level.&lt;br /&gt;Talking just to entertain.&lt;br /&gt;Being together just to feel accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing nothing about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Called 'friends' just because you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me then, what is friendship?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7114366245073368131?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7114366245073368131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7114366245073368131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7114366245073368131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7114366245073368131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html' title='friendship (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-151207564190614727</id><published>2009-07-26T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:37:58.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when you feel so low; you can&apos;t feel nothing at all.'/><title type='text'>remember (?) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b1&gt;Band performance today at Macpherson CC,&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to commemorate Racial Harmony Day.&lt;br /&gt;We did okay, but the audience was demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;They were eating their food, talking on their own, &amp;amp; not even listening to us.&lt;br /&gt;Not even showing some interest.&lt;br /&gt;They just don't know how to appreciate band music.&lt;br /&gt;To think we worked so hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;We even had to move our own percussions, our own stands.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with the CC. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;(oh yah, they also gave horrible food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Lunch at opposite library.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked &amp;amp; talked with band members.&lt;br /&gt;Expounded on many issues, band camp, teachers, performances, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked even more in the library &amp;amp; at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;For that, I skipped service today.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Alson I would go, &amp;amp; even persuaded JiaHui not to go.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the Manna Time during yf yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;What about Acorn Class?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement &amp;amp; repentence.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed to confess.&lt;br /&gt;Next step is to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Remember"&lt;br /&gt;                        by Christina Georgina Rossetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me when I am gone away,&lt;br /&gt;   Gone far away into the silent land;&lt;br /&gt;   When you can no more hold me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me when no more day by day&lt;br /&gt;   You tell me of our future that you planned:&lt;br /&gt;   Only remember me; you understand&lt;br /&gt;It will be late to counsel then or pray.&lt;br /&gt;Yet if you should forget me for a while&lt;br /&gt;   And afterwards remember, do not grieve:&lt;br /&gt;   For if the darkness and corruption leave&lt;br /&gt;   A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,&lt;br /&gt;Better by far you should forget and smile&lt;br /&gt;   Than that you should remember and be sad.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-151207564190614727?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/151207564190614727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=151207564190614727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/151207564190614727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/151207564190614727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember.html' title='remember (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1838672793804356009</id><published>2009-07-25T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:39:55.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m trying to handle all these unpredictability; all these probability.'/><title type='text'>unpredictability ,</title><content type='html'>Overdued YCMC 2009 photos!&lt;br /&gt;Just a few though, the rest can be found on facebook; YCMC group page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmIhXAj9I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Oc98UUZxpYc/s1600-h/YCMC+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmIhXAj9I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Oc98UUZxpYc/s320/YCMC+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362421709150392274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casandra &amp;amp; Mandie, both sms-ing. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmIYsagRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RnkHvTM-DeA/s1600-h/YCMC+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmIYsagRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RnkHvTM-DeA/s320/YCMC+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362421706824253714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group on Yellow Ribbon Project's brainstorming for a carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle, Gladys, Zhi Sheng, Joey, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmH2o5cjI/AAAAAAAAAso/FK3Mf8mpxU4/s1600-h/YCMC+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmH2o5cjI/AAAAAAAAAso/FK3Mf8mpxU4/s320/YCMC+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362421697682698802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all; content can be found on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/young.html"&gt;YCMC 18/07/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1838672793804356009?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1838672793804356009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1838672793804356009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1838672793804356009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1838672793804356009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/unpredictability.html' title='unpredictability ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SmsmIhXAj9I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Oc98UUZxpYc/s72-c/YCMC+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4112879800720865732</id><published>2009-07-24T20:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:01:01.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneaking out the door; i&apos;d lie a little more.'/><title type='text'>apologize (?) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;YO FRIDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today with only one anticipation - after school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;So I dragged myself through chinese lessons&lt;/b1&gt; while Germin went home 'cause she had some stomach virus.&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Literature was okay&lt;/b1&gt;, most entertaining lesson; as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Went through "Mary Celeste" compre during english.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored 17/29, 12/25.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 29/54.&lt;br /&gt;Not that good, &amp;amp; not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Just disappointed with my summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Math lessons were a bore - so typical.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did graphs today.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loathe graphs for their tediousness.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you have to draw the table, plot the graph in such a way that it fills 2/3 of the graph paper, squint at the squares to see them, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;TROUBLESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;CME was alright actually.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about money.&lt;br /&gt;My parents spend about $500 on me every month.&lt;br /&gt;That is a lot huh?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lam also gave an example of how sec2 students going to restaurants like SAKAE SUSHI is so shocking. About $20 a meal. Ironic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Miss Lam kind of ended on time.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped band &amp;amp; drills, waited for clique,&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;u&gt;went to Marina Square's Sakae Sushi&lt;/u&gt; to celebrate Jasmine's birthday. :D&lt;br /&gt;Zhaorong &amp;amp; ZiChao went to get Jasmine her present at Suntec's MiniToons.&lt;br /&gt;Spent about 30min wandering around Marina Square,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I thought I was familiar with the place already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jasmine(our highness for the day), Angel,&lt;br /&gt;Andy, Zhaorong, ZiChao &amp;amp; I started the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Zhaorong&lt;/b1&gt; learned a bit of etiquette as we went along,&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;b1&gt;Angel&lt;/b1&gt; showed off her fluency in Japanese language;&lt;br /&gt;(an obvious trait from the anime fanatic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Jasmine&lt;/b1&gt; showed signs of 'unglamorousness',&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;b1&gt;ZiChao&lt;/b1&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b1&gt;Andy&lt;/b1&gt; just played along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1qrvU8pI/AAAAAAAAAsI/GKSCFR_yfe4/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1qrvU8pI/AAAAAAAAAsI/GKSCFR_yfe4/s320/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362016576261649042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhaorong's cheeky face. ZiChao's too-obsessed-with-the-game look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1q9dFjLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Jqp4Y56WQI8/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1q9dFjLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Jqp4Y56WQI8/s320/DSC01489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362016581016980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy double As. (Andy &amp; Angel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1rGPxCmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/x3H41mUh3WI/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1rGPxCmI/AAAAAAAAAsY/x3H41mUh3WI/s320/DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362016583377029730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our VERY HAPPY highness, Jasmine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1rQFu3MI/AAAAAAAAAsg/pwL3onPq2w8/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1rQFu3MI/AAAAAAAAAsg/pwL3onPq2w8/s320/DSC01492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362016586019298498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZiChao with his toppled green tea on his then soiled pants.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious? Emphasized when he said it was cold. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total bill of $105, with 10% service charge &amp; GST.&lt;br /&gt;What a rip off, especially when the service wasn't even good.&lt;br /&gt;However, we got a $5 voucher for Marina Square for spending more than $100,&lt;br /&gt;of which Jasmine kept for future use.&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Went to "Prints" to source for inspiration &amp; materials&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for making Prefects' ROD's invitation tickets, souvenirs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Got a nice &amp; shiny purple card to do a sample &amp; try out first.&lt;br /&gt;Also bought some other papers for Jasmine's birthday next week,&lt;br /&gt;on the same day, 31JULY2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-4112879800720865732?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4112879800720865732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=4112879800720865732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4112879800720865732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4112879800720865732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/apologize.html' title='apologize (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/Smm1qrvU8pI/AAAAAAAAAsI/GKSCFR_yfe4/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2196592497744306348</id><published>2009-07-23T19:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:01:00.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;cause i break down; everytime you come around.'/><title type='text'>fathom ,</title><content type='html'>As requested by Aurelia from facebook, here's the quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. &lt;b&gt;You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: &lt;b1&gt;Milk :D (with cereal.)&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: &lt;b1&gt;No Caller ID. (how disgraceful!)&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: &lt;b1&gt;Jasmine.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: &lt;b1&gt;Ignorance by Paramore. (AWESOME :D)&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: &lt;b1&gt;Can't remember, thankfully. But I think I almost did during YCMC, when I saw very teary photos.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: &lt;b1&gt;No?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: &lt;b1&gt;Don't think so. No grudges! :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: &lt;b1&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: &lt;b1&gt;Never drank. &amp;amp; proud of it. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;b1&gt;Pink&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: &lt;b1&gt;Lots! (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: &lt;b1&gt;No[t yet].&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: &lt;b1&gt;Nope. I never did. o;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: &lt;b1&gt;Kind of?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: &lt;b1&gt;Nah, not yet at least.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: &lt;b1&gt;70%?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: &lt;b1&gt;None for 2009. HAHA.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: &lt;b1&gt;Nah. It's so awesome. ADAM! See? :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: &lt;b1&gt;HAHA. That awesome cheesecake. Celebrating with everyone staring at me during recess. Bags of presents. ahh, fond memories. HHAHAHAHAHHA :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: &lt;b1&gt;O6OO.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: &lt;b1&gt;Sleeping!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: &lt;b1&gt;TOMORROW. hahahaha (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your mother: &lt;b1&gt;Tuesday night.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: &lt;b1&gt;Nothing. Contentment is a virtue. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: &lt;b1&gt;Hah, nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: &lt;b1&gt;Some people.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: &lt;b1&gt;Bejeweledblitz, my blog, facebook. HAHA :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your real name : &lt;b1&gt;Lau Adam!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: &lt;b1&gt;Mada. Eve. ah-dam.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: &lt;b1&gt;Single!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: &lt;b1&gt;Dog. Horoscope; Aries. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: &lt;b1&gt;Male.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?: &lt;b1&gt;Geylang Methodist Primary School&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?: &lt;b1&gt;Geylang Methodist Secondary School&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?: &lt;b1&gt;Aiming for Lasalle. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: &lt;b1&gt;Black-brown&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: &lt;b1&gt;Short. 'Cause I'm schooling. :X&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: &lt;b1&gt;171cm :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: &lt;b1&gt;Let's see... maybe I'll need a list to do this... HAHAHAHAH :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: &lt;b1&gt;None. Goodboy. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: &lt;b1&gt;That Singapore Flag tattoo during National Day when I was sec2.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: &lt;b1&gt;RIGHTY. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST-S :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: &lt;b1&gt;None.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing(s): &lt;b1&gt;Refer to #49.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: &lt;b1&gt;Andre Chan in P1.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First &lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt; girlfriend: &lt;b1&gt;None? :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First sport you joined: &lt;b1&gt;None.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. First vacation: &lt;b1&gt;TAIWAN. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. First crush: &lt;b1&gt;P5?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: &lt;b1&gt;Oxygen, Carbon dioxide, Noble gases.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: &lt;b1&gt;H2O without "H2".&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: &lt;b1&gt;Play BejeweledBlitz!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: &lt;b1&gt;Ignorance by Paramore. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting on: &lt;b1&gt;Time!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: &lt;b1&gt;Depends.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: &lt;b1&gt;Depends.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: &lt;b1&gt;Any kind of designer, musician.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: &lt;b1&gt;Eyes.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: &lt;b1&gt;Hugs.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: &lt;b1&gt;Taller!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: &lt;b1&gt;Half-half.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: &lt;b1&gt;Mixture of both!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: &lt;b1&gt;Stomach?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: &lt;b1&gt;Yes.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: &lt;b1&gt;Yes, I believe in God.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: &lt;b1&gt;I don't know?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: &lt;b1&gt;St. Nicholas is a lie!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: &lt;b1&gt;That's disgraceful.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: &lt;b1&gt;Nope. :D&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: &lt;b1&gt;Everyday.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: &lt;b1&gt;Refer to #94.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: &lt;b1&gt;No idea!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from the past and relive it, what would it be?: &lt;b1&gt;Don't know.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: &lt;b1&gt;Nah. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: &lt;b1&gt;I just did!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2196592497744306348?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2196592497744306348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2196592497744306348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2196592497744306348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2196592497744306348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathom.html' title='fathom ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1992970616517216317</id><published>2009-07-21T21:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:08:52.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t want to feel your pain; &apos;cause you know we&apos;re not the same.'/><title type='text'>ignorance ,</title><content type='html'>Let's start with a quiz for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get your phone &amp;amp; answer the questions below.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your ring tone?&lt;br /&gt;Silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the 1st person that comes up under M&lt;br /&gt;Mandie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;No Caller ID. (how disgraceful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the 1st person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;Casandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your speed dial number 2?&lt;br /&gt;I never use speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 3rd text in ur inbox say and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;"jokes, body ache. plus not home yet." by Casandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last received call from?&lt;br /&gt;No Caller ID !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your 5th inbox text say?&lt;br /&gt;"i feel like dont go school one day, &amp;amp;stay at home sleep." by Casandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many messages are currently in your in box?&lt;br /&gt;I have no such function to count the sms,&lt;br /&gt;unless I do it manually. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;Some nice painting from my Taiwan trip last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since buying your phone, how many messages have you sent all together?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the 7th message from in your in box?&lt;br /&gt;Casandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the 1st person who comes up under B?&lt;br /&gt;Bin Hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;full five bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What network are you on?&lt;br /&gt;SingTel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name every person you have text messages from inbox?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 20th text in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;"Omg. Then better go rest and slp le. I tink shouldnt on aircon le.&lt;br /&gt;U havin cold ma?" by Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first person in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;AHMA. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last name in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Zoey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the bottom text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"Yeayea. Dun u noe i m tis: $.$?xD" by Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your screen saver?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person under H?&lt;br /&gt;Sim Hui Ting -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your bluetooth name?&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many numbers are in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you live without it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 3rd picture on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;A backview of Casandra &amp;amp; Alson (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hey Tuesday, Racial Harmony Day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with pain in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;THROBBING PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;So I took my temperature and was relieved that I'm healthy. (I THOUGHT.)&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7eleven's for strepsils, which saved me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have time (or mood) to make sandwich. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess;&lt;br /&gt;Clique split into 2 groups.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died from my cold.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;He's not in the wrong, and is already sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still bothering so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still bearing grudges?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson;&lt;br /&gt;Racial Harmony day/种族和谐日.&lt;br /&gt;We did a groupwork to discuss about being a good neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of enjoyed it. (it's better than writing essay. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd temperature-taking was 37.4degreescelcius.&lt;br /&gt;It's horrifying to see the figures jump so fast on the thermometer you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to rest during math lessons.&lt;br /&gt;But woke up when he was returning the emath test papers.&lt;br /&gt;I scored 14/25.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've to buck-up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 months to endofyearexams.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had a mini-meeting with YCMC-ers.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed a bit about the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;See, Mandie?&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy to plan an event.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm already dying from Prefects' ROD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting took up my lunchtime,&lt;br /&gt;so I went straight for Thanksgiving rehearsal with Mdm Eng.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Eng said I underperformed, which I agreed also;&lt;br /&gt;but what am I to do with the cold at hand?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I spoke well, for an impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;Not much problems with pronouncing the names too.&lt;br /&gt;Experience from last year was useful.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ended, &amp;amp; went to canteen to have lunch, at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Headed straight home after that and went to bed, early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature went down to 36.6degreescelcius&lt;br /&gt;Thank God. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had pepsi with salt, like what Jasmine suggested.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a bit of tv.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here I am in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Just twoandahalfhours ago, I've decided to do geography.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, it's still in my face, blank &amp;amp; undone.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 periods of geography tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;dreaaaaaading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; another busy one next week.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to rest before I collapse.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I sleep before 10pm, &amp;amp; I'm still tired. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I've no time to do homework or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my spiritual walk is having a downturn.&lt;br /&gt;help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just realized I forgot about dinner.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Ignorance, new single by Paramore. Awesome. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1992970616517216317?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1992970616517216317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1992970616517216317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1992970616517216317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1992970616517216317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignorance.html' title='ignorance ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3940488369747597907</id><published>2009-07-18T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:21:11.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empowering youth; inspiring change.'/><title type='text'>young ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ycmc.sg/wp-content/themes/ycmc/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 204px;" src="http://ycmc.sg/wp-content/themes/ycmc/images/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ycmc.sg/"&gt;http://ycmc.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YCMC today at SMU!&lt;br /&gt;(Youth Change Makers Conference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Opening started at around 8.10am.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome meeting the chairman, co-chairman &amp;amp; various people&lt;br /&gt;from YCM.&lt;br /&gt;They discussed with us about youth &amp;amp; change;&lt;br /&gt;like on the stage, &amp;amp; it was opened to us for questions too.&lt;br /&gt;The best part?&lt;br /&gt;FREE T-SHIRT &amp;amp; GOODIE BAG. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;(I sound so cheapo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Workshop 1.1: Yellow Ribbon Project&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt about the Yellow Ribbon Project,&lt;br /&gt;why it was set-up, what it is for, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The original inspiration was from the song,&lt;br /&gt;"Tie a Yellow Ribbon around the Old Oak Tree"&lt;br /&gt;It goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;b1&gt;"I'm really still in prison&lt;br /&gt;And my love, she holds the key,&lt;br /&gt;A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free."&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wasn't that nice?&lt;br /&gt;It's a really well-knowned organization to help ex-offenders&lt;br /&gt;to get a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;We got a yellow ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we pin it on our shirts.&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Workshop 1.1: Food From The Heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about food wastage here.&lt;br /&gt;"JUNKED FOOD" each day accumulates to about 20,000kg of bread.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Per day you know!&lt;br /&gt;That's about 900 supermarket trolleys.&lt;br /&gt;So FFTH collects these leftover bread &amp;amp; donates it to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;They also do food drives in schools to collect non-perishable food.&lt;br /&gt;These food are then packed properly &amp;amp; given to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Lord for such a wonderful organization to help the poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Volunteer Experience: Yellow Ribbon Project&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to various places.&lt;br /&gt;Serangoon;&lt;br /&gt;Visited some houses that are rented by NewHope organization.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they will let ex-offenders who are rejected by their family&lt;br /&gt;to stay at these places.&lt;br /&gt;There, a guy talked for 45min straight.&lt;br /&gt;WOW. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to the next place.&lt;br /&gt;Which was at Geylang. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It was a halfway home.&lt;br /&gt;There are ex-offenders who serve their time.&lt;br /&gt;They are left with a few more months to serve &amp;amp; this halfway home&lt;br /&gt;is to help them get used to the society again,&lt;br /&gt;so that they will be able to contribute to the society once they're done&lt;br /&gt;doing their time.&lt;br /&gt;We met ex-offenders!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; saw their bunks.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to help them by designing flyers for them!&lt;br /&gt;Then distribute them to help publicize for a flag day on 28th September O9,&lt;br /&gt;by them, to help the ex-offenders.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for yf immediately after the conference.&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 10min in EH &amp;amp; yf ended. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then went for dinner &amp;amp; discussion with Mr Chin, Bin Hua &amp;amp; Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, our spiritual life with God should be our success indicator.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we have the best cars in the world, or the best results,&lt;br /&gt;or become very famous, without God, we will not be successful.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we should all aim to put our spiritual life as top priority.&lt;br /&gt;Other goals like studies, interests, etc, will go together with our No.1.&lt;br /&gt;That is, studying to please God.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing God is really a test of our obedience &amp;amp; discipline.&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing God should also come forth whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us all please God together, whole-heartedly &amp;amp; obediently.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we will all obtain our No.1 goal, which is a good spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Amen?&lt;br /&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/4933330554679476182-3940488369747597907?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3940488369747597907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3940488369747597907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3940488369747597907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3940488369747597907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/young.html' title='young ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2498146500400013202</id><published>2009-07-17T19:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:25:46.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how could the silence be so loud?'/><title type='text'>take flight ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets3.lomography.com/374/576/67/09312473e5006b78565b59db525bc600c1b6e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 576px;" src="http://assets3.lomography.com/374/576/67/09312473e5006b78565b59db525bc600c1b6e2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take Flight; by Lau Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You ran so quickly, tearing painfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while I watched in silent, unable to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those words that you said, left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frozen in time, frozen in sight of this blurry scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just hours ago, we were floating in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smudged in green - picturesque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On this private hot air balloon, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;built a love so grotesque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, the aurora painted the orangey morning sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I feel not a bit happy for the dawn of day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I know that there's no more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of those words that you had to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Goodbye, my love, it's time to take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love is over, don't need to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like what you said to me just hours ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby, there's no eternity; so, take flight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Finally found time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;It has been another crazy week for me;&lt;br /&gt;Band practises, Prefect meetings, ROD planning, homework, tests.&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, the student leaders had their individual photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to take our photos at 215pm,&lt;br /&gt;but the other classes were slow, &amp;amp; H5/2 was late.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we had to wait in the hall till about 315pm, then start shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when we went for Prefects' Meeting, Mrs Loh gave us attitude.&lt;br /&gt;She scolded us for not having the initiative&lt;br /&gt;to ask the photographer to let us go first.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, they're hired to follow orders right?&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to order them around?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I seriously think they will not listen. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Everyone(well, almost.) was happier when Mr Lee came in.&lt;br /&gt;He kind of put Mrs Loh to silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;(that's the power of his aura. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;I really think Mr Lee will do a good job if he takes over us.&lt;br /&gt;He has a more innovative &amp;amp; fresh way of doing things,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; those styles are also from the tertiary education;&lt;br /&gt;which means that it actually prepares us for the future.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be change, my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;Most changes are inevitable, and can be good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;depending on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;But I believe in "Changes are always good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like ZhiHao is the next band major!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows it before hand.&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUS. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what, I'm most probably going to be stuck as librarian forever.&lt;br /&gt;What a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Librarian's job is so much harder, please!&lt;br /&gt;PERFORMANCE IS ON NEXT SUNDAY. O:!&lt;br /&gt;Chey, why make such a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;At least I can still play, despite missing a lot of practises. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank Sec1 Orientation 'O9 for giving me the experience.&lt;br /&gt;Now I must say that I really can plan events quite well.&lt;br /&gt;My proposal was okay after the first checking. (:&lt;br /&gt;Just have to confirm a lot of things now.&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class;&lt;br /&gt;Some problems lately made the class segregated.&lt;br /&gt;Like, that's the worst that can ever happen to a F3/2 class right?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to 'United We Stand' ?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've ever paid attention to Miss Lam.&lt;br /&gt;What she says actually makes a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like how she stereotypes us into very bad Christians;&lt;br /&gt;though it is true that we are not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I like how she is God-saturated all the time and talking about Him.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that,&lt;br /&gt;those who still spite against her are really immature.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you grow up a bit, you'll get to understand where she stands.&lt;br /&gt;Let us put ourselves into others' shoes.&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps we might not even be able to take 1 of Miss Lam's typical school day.)&lt;br /&gt;She really is patient, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Change Makers Conference is on tomorrow &amp;amp; Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Which means I'm gonna miss YF &amp;amp; Service. ):&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel upset for being unable to attend them.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect myself to be so attached to Emmaus, but now I am!&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I was so depraved &amp;amp; was soaked in wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm saved &amp;amp; saturated with goodness!&lt;br /&gt;(all thanks to our dear Lord, Jesus!)&lt;br /&gt;Let us Christians that have obtained salvation continue to be a light&lt;br /&gt;and an instrument for God, shining in the darkest of dark&lt;br /&gt;and the worst of the worst times.&lt;br /&gt;Let our influence be so great that people around us will be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Thank you, God. (:&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2498146500400013202?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2498146500400013202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2498146500400013202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2498146500400013202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2498146500400013202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-flight.html' title='take flight ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-745489900892426886</id><published>2009-07-12T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:16:27.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the most special organization is the church; because it exists for its non-members that are left in the lurch.'/><title type='text'>a drop of lavender ,</title><content type='html'>Adam has just finished the outline for Prefects' ROD 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-745489900892426886?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/745489900892426886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=745489900892426886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/745489900892426886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/745489900892426886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/drop-of-lavender.html' title='a drop of lavender ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6074079782764588242</id><published>2009-07-11T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:43:39.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how can i give anymore when i love you; a little less than before.'/><title type='text'>brokenstrings ,</title><content type='html'>boo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo tired &amp;amp; drained.&lt;br /&gt;What a busy week I had in school, &amp;amp; tomorrow's gonna be worse. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Here's my schedule for tomorrow. hee.&lt;br /&gt;- 730~1130     BAND.&lt;br /&gt;- 1200~1530  Meeting for ROD.&lt;br /&gt;- 1600~1800  Youth Fellowship.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'll be out the whole day. graah!&lt;br /&gt;plus, I've lots of projects &amp;amp; events to do;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how I'll squeeze out the time, &lt;u&gt;but I must.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;u&gt;Events/to-do:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prefect's ROD; (whole event).&lt;br /&gt;- Prefect's ROD; Sec3 item/performance.&lt;br /&gt;- Thanksgiving; Script. (Yes, I'm gonna be the announcer again.)&lt;br /&gt;- Thanksgiving; Decorations for the games stall. (I was volunteered. HAH-.-)&lt;br /&gt;- Geography; Notes on rivers.&lt;br /&gt;- Literature; Journals for chapters 3~23 on TKAM.&lt;br /&gt;- Literature; Test next week.&lt;br /&gt;- English; Wordpower test next week.&lt;br /&gt;- Band practises.&lt;br /&gt;- Prefect meetings.&lt;br /&gt;- More meetings for Prefect's ROD.&lt;br /&gt;- Friendship Project with Jeremy &amp;amp; Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;- Do something for Bin Hua.&lt;br /&gt;- Make b'day cards for Jelene, Alson, Joy, Gladys. (overdued since forever.)&lt;br /&gt;- STOP PLAYING BEJEWELEDBLITZ.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. That's a very long list. (&amp;amp; there's more to come.)&lt;br /&gt;Tests are coming too.&lt;br /&gt;Grahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'll not breakdown like the robots.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6074079782764588242?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6074079782764588242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6074079782764588242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6074079782764588242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6074079782764588242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/brokenstrings.html' title='brokenstrings ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7354162194964217580</id><published>2009-07-08T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:31:45.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your first graduation; our last farewell.'/><title type='text'>hungover ,</title><content type='html'>Say hello to my &lt;u&gt;200th post!&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Look at my 1st post and my 100+ post.&lt;br /&gt;So much difference, and so much more interesting to read.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown as a writer &amp;amp; blogger,&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of myself.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, band resumed again.&lt;br /&gt;Super boring today.&lt;br /&gt;No sectionals allowed since Oral was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Samuel had to teach the sections during full band, which means...&lt;br /&gt;the other sections will feel ultimately boooooooooored.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a new song, "March Together"&lt;br /&gt;Sec1s can't really play it yet, but I must say it's quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;Even our sight-reading ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a busy week, and I'm only half way through.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Youth day, went out with brothers &amp;amp; sisters from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/span&gt;School resumed, sec3ROD item meeting. &lt;/s&gt;(took the whole afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Band.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Band stock-taking, Councillor meeting with Mr James Lee,&lt;br /&gt;ROD item meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Band. Meet Reggie. YF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; Tuition. Church.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND ON SATURDAY?!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;So finally we're going all out to practise for the upcoming performances...&lt;br /&gt;- 28th July&lt;br /&gt;- 85th Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;- National Day&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I thought I could sleep more on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sidenote-&lt;br /&gt;I've not been getting enough sleep, so don't mind me if I'm not Adam.&lt;br /&gt;It's called the "you-will-go-crazy-when-you're-tired" illness.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I just caught it from Phoebe &amp;amp; Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS. :X&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10YEARSERIES are out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to whining parents who say things like..&lt;br /&gt;"No 10year series?! OHEMGEEEE. MY CHILD'S GONNA FAIL THE O LEVELS. HELP HIM. WE NEED THE 10YEAR SERIES!!!!!!!1!!!!!1one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OneNEEEONE!!"&lt;br /&gt;em.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Wellll.&lt;br /&gt;I think that maybe it's a good idea that the 10YS stop publishing.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Singaporeans are getting too dependent on the 10YS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; look, what's the real motive of getting the 10YS?&lt;br /&gt;To study past year questions and predict what's gonna come out for O's.&lt;br /&gt;You call that smart studying, but isn't that making our students lazy?&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, if we did study &amp;amp; understood fully everything&lt;br /&gt;that we need to know to score and do well for the O's,&lt;br /&gt;then we won't even need the 10YS to help us 'cheat'.&lt;br /&gt;We should use the 10YS solely for practise and not to memorize it,&lt;br /&gt;and secretly think that that will smoke us through the O's.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after saying so much, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;We'll still continue to rely on the 10YS, hoooooraaaaaaay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROD!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to update on this during Prefects' meeting next week already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I haven't done a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, it's reaaal exciting! (Even our item is.)&lt;br /&gt;Let's do some sneak-peek into the Prefects' ROD 2OO9...&lt;br /&gt;- DIFFERENT, UNIQUE, SPECIAL, EXTRAORDINARY. (:&lt;br /&gt;- Not the typical boring 'talk-show'?&lt;br /&gt;- Better seating arrangement? Restaurant-like setting?&lt;br /&gt;- Even more awesome decoration?&lt;br /&gt;- Better items?&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaaay... maybe it's not that exciting to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to bring your hopes up too high, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Just keep a lookout for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7354162194964217580?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7354162194964217580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7354162194964217580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7354162194964217580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7354162194964217580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/hungover.html' title='hungover ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-402808990777202466</id><published>2009-07-06T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:33:07.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here i am; once again.'/><title type='text'>double meaning ,</title><content type='html'>Happy Youth Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with brothers &amp;amp; sisters from church today,&lt;br /&gt;YiHan, Jeremy, Kenneth, MeiYin, Olivia &amp;amp; MeiYee.&lt;br /&gt;Met at City Hall, then had MOSburger for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;YiHan, Jeremy &amp;amp; I didn't eat though.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to shop around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; there's this awesome white Levi's watch I saw, which Nat has.)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bras Basah for guitar-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna save up for a new guitar.&lt;br /&gt;New acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, I have to use the very gross classical guitar. -.-&lt;br /&gt;(PSST, I seriously don't like Eguitar or bass.)&lt;br /&gt;Saw pretty awesome 'chord dictionaries' for guitar &amp;amp; keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy though, 'cause YiHan is already my chord dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;By then, we WeiChuan came, &amp;amp; we went for our lunch. (3pm+)&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth got awesome landscape architecture books, &amp;amp; a belt.&lt;br /&gt;But I still didn't manage to find that coin pouch. (Irritating YiHan!)&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me where I can find some. (:&lt;br /&gt;I was super tired by the time I came home at around 6,&lt;br /&gt;so I took a nap and woke up at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; seems like that's Youth Day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, school tomorrow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm getting way too much into church,&lt;br /&gt;and am starting to neglect my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But once you've seen our church, you'll understand why.&lt;br /&gt;The joy &amp;amp; inner peace is just too awesome to not want.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-402808990777202466?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/402808990777202466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=402808990777202466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/402808990777202466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/402808990777202466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-meaning.html' title='double meaning ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6071143280280152222</id><published>2009-07-02T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:28:03.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i might just kill myself.'/><title type='text'>pissed ,</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother just threw away all my revision papers,&lt;br /&gt;all my notes,&lt;br /&gt;all my exam papers,&lt;br /&gt;almost all of my subject files,&lt;br /&gt;and all of those notes that the teachers have given,&lt;br /&gt;for me to prepare for the exams to come.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;not a single sheet left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS HUH. wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6071143280280152222?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6071143280280152222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6071143280280152222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6071143280280152222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6071143280280152222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/pissed.html' title='pissed ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3736432676527884396</id><published>2009-07-01T22:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:19:20.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am a flower quickly fading; here today and gone tomorrow.'/><title type='text'>who am i (?) ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/f/2009/023/4/e/4e4771b79182ed297aea52916d909d6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 470px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/f/2009/023/4/e/4e4771b79182ed297aea52916d909d6c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord you catch me when I'm falling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me who I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:250%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b2&gt;I am yours.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has reopened!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nobody seems excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;(not even the teachers!)&lt;br /&gt;This year's june holidays seemed so short.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, as I become older, my time flies even faster.&lt;br /&gt;Like whoa, in a blink of an eye, my holidays are over. (literally)&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, "Time flies when you're happy."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my experiences have told me that that's quite true.&lt;br /&gt;It seems all too fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I haven't done anything much in the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy, because God is with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first day of school in term3.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so-so, kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to see everyone again, but not nice to see the effect of H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;Not the physical effect after being infected with the virus,&lt;br /&gt;but the mental &amp;amp; psychological effect.&lt;br /&gt;The discipline teachers were so concerned about the whole thing,&lt;br /&gt;(a little over-concern, though?)&lt;br /&gt;but everyone else seemed so nonchalent &amp;amp; just couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this H1N1 briefing that strucked me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is with the "cute" cartoon characters on the 'brochures'?&lt;br /&gt;Does the government think that it really appeals to us?&lt;br /&gt;We're in the secondary, for goodness' sakes.&lt;br /&gt;It would be logical for the primary, but us? Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what is with the ppt slides and everything -&lt;br /&gt;they're totally making it into a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, how many students were actually listening&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; memorizing the things to do during this pandemic?&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers did not stop or give us a first week of 'adapting',&lt;br /&gt;but just bombarded us with lessons.&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough, I experienced the ...&lt;br /&gt;laziness &amp;amp; mundane &amp;amp; boring lessons being taught today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that I slept during Math &amp;amp; Physics lessons,&lt;br /&gt;but that's just typical. (:&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's still fun studying with my classmates,&lt;br /&gt;who never fail to 'liven' things up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr James Lee also came in to our class doing SS's free period today.&lt;br /&gt;(Pretty random, I thought.)&lt;br /&gt;He shared about his JC life &amp;amp; a bit on career guidance.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I really liked listening to him talk.&lt;br /&gt;He's just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think that his lessons must be pretty entertaining too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;br /&gt;Some very shameless promotion here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do the "Speak Good English" thing with Germin next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Support us. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, there's this very not-so-good arrangement for recess.&lt;br /&gt;We have our own table as a class,&lt;br /&gt;we have to sit as a class,&lt;br /&gt;we have to eat as a class,&lt;br /&gt;we have to have recess as a class.&lt;br /&gt;Why, it's a deja vu of Sec3 Camp!&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ohkay, I think,&lt;br /&gt;but really, do you teachers think this would stop the virus from spreading?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, we still hang out with people from other classes after school.&lt;br /&gt;We still have to come in contact with people when buying food.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this idea is actually a pupil suggestion -&lt;br /&gt;to make sure students return their utensils.&lt;br /&gt;Like any other idea, there are pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;GET ON WITH IT, PEOPLE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; with "IT", I simply meant sitting together. The boys have no H1N1 okay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class spirit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly's in classrooms, yay.&lt;br /&gt;(No yay for register &amp;amp; relief duty prefects,&lt;br /&gt;because they have to climb the stairs. lots of times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Skt6t1Y7e3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/MuMvyyxjiLk/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Skt6t1Y7e3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/MuMvyyxjiLk/s320/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353507509904309106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY JOY. - 28O694&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3736432676527884396?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3736432676527884396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3736432676527884396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3736432676527884396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3736432676527884396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/legacy.html' title='who am i (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/Skt6t1Y7e3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/MuMvyyxjiLk/s72-c/DSC01232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6115376491990867189</id><published>2009-06-26T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:00:01.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i enjoy an accolade like the rest; like all the used-to-be-the-bests'/><title type='text'>belated ,</title><content type='html'>oops, it's kinda late but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SkTvoSp2TrI/AAAAAAAAArw/x_Pjc6GaRug/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SkTvoSp2TrI/AAAAAAAAArw/x_Pjc6GaRug/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351665732704161458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYJELENE. - 24O694&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SkTvopNTQXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hbUIMOvcMdI/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SkTvopNTQXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hbUIMOvcMdI/s320/DSC01427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351665738758439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYALSON. - 25O694&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6115376491990867189?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6115376491990867189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6115376491990867189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6115376491990867189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6115376491990867189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/belated.html' title='belated ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SkTvoSp2TrI/AAAAAAAAArw/x_Pjc6GaRug/s72-c/DSC01216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3401929638830356992</id><published>2009-06-25T20:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:54:17.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are fine and sweet; but i&apos;m still a bit naive with my heart.'/><title type='text'>believe ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/paramount-pictures/transformers2-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 700px;" src="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/paramount-pictures/transformers2-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;TRANSFORMERS.&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watched it just now.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;Totally rids my mind of the cliche, old school transformers last time.&lt;br /&gt;So watch it if you liked...&lt;br /&gt;"Indiana Jones" &amp;amp; "Power Rangers" &amp;amp; "The Day After Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;(Well, maybe not the "Power Rangers" part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I still have LOTS of homework that are undone.&lt;br /&gt;one more week of holidays please. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3401929638830356992?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3401929638830356992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3401929638830356992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3401929638830356992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3401929638830356992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/believe.html' title='believe ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8208178064078988606</id><published>2009-06-23T20:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:44:41.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m coming home i&apos;m coming home; did you take off while I was gone?'/><title type='text'>descending ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;Today was an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;I perspired, &amp;amp; exercised a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;(which is a good thing, since I haven't exercised in a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;EYF SURVIVOR - PULAU UBIN.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met YiHan, Jeremy, WeiChuan, William, Phoebe, Olivia &amp;amp; Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning to have breakfast together at Mac at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Went off to bus interchange to gather, then take bus 29.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the jetty &amp;amp; went on boat to Pulau Ubin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split into groups: 1, 2, 3, 4.&lt;br /&gt;Was in group 2 with WeiChuan, BinHua, Kevin, YiMei,&lt;br /&gt;JiaHui(Lee), XiuCi.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to 'survive' with the team,&lt;br /&gt;and win as many members over as possible.&lt;br /&gt;We could also collect edible fruits found as a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set off on our journey to Jalan Jelutong (instructions given.)&lt;br /&gt;Walked for a huge bit, then picked some fruits along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then figured that the instructions were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to some other place!&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, both our team &amp;amp; team 1 moved together,&lt;br /&gt;and reached our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we played a game.&lt;br /&gt;Cones were placed in a zig-zag manner,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we had to move (in a way or other) to the other side, &amp;amp; back.&lt;br /&gt;We have to appoint members in our group to be No.1~7.&lt;br /&gt;1. Balance ping pong ball on bottle&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold straw in mouth with rubber band&lt;br /&gt;3. Hold straw in mouth with rubber band&lt;br /&gt;4. Tie 1 leg to no.5 and do a three-legged-race&lt;br /&gt;5. Tie 1 leg to no.4 and do a three-legged-race&lt;br /&gt;6. Duck-walk/waddle/whatever to 2nd last cone.&lt;br /&gt;7. Run to last cone and catch water bombs that no.6 will be throwing,&lt;br /&gt;6water bombs given, &amp;amp; we're supposed to catch 5 to pass.&lt;br /&gt;(if we catch less than 5, FORFEIT!)&lt;br /&gt;I was No.4 &amp;amp; WeiChuan was No.5, so we did the three-legged race together.&lt;br /&gt;So the game begins and our group won! (yay.)&lt;br /&gt;We won 3 points. only. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to the next destination, the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;RuiXin was there and explained the next game to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b1ultimate&gt;&lt;/b1ultimate&gt;&lt;b1&gt;ULTIMATE FRISBEE!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;With frisbee as a substitute for the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the catcher has to use a plastic bag to catch the frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;Perspired a lot, enjoyed the game a lot.&lt;br /&gt;We lost this time, but by a mere 1 point. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia was the station master, and she explained the game to us.&lt;br /&gt;1 person has to carry another person (piggyback).&lt;br /&gt;The 'carrier' must wear a blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;The person being carried will direct the 'carrier' to the pavillion nearby.&lt;br /&gt;There, he/she will have to memorize the position of a shape,&lt;br /&gt;that will be needed later.&lt;br /&gt;Each person can only go to the pavillion once.&lt;br /&gt;(excluding the blindfold-ed one.)&lt;br /&gt;Once 5 person have went and memorized the position of their shapes,&lt;br /&gt;they will use the shapes in the envelope given,&lt;br /&gt;to try and 'copy' what they have seen,&lt;br /&gt;and puzzle out the position of the shapes.&lt;br /&gt;So.. we have to get the shapes in the correct position.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, 'cause I didn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the game began.&lt;br /&gt;I piggyback-ed WeiChuan while he piggyback-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;(not at the same time la, -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Our team lost even though our 'puzzle' was correct.&lt;br /&gt;(because we were slow. :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last destination.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the frisbee area again.&lt;br /&gt;There, group1&amp;amp;2 had to work together&lt;br /&gt;to defeat group3&amp;amp;4 in another game of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b1&gt;ULTIMATE FRISBEE!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, we swapped a few of our teammates.&lt;br /&gt;Perspired a lot again, had a lot of fun again.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, group1&amp;amp;2 won! (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, we also shared the prizes with everyone. (say we're nice. (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Ubin is quite big you know, we had to walk a lot!&lt;br /&gt;But the walking was fun because people like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b1&gt;YIHAN&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, joked to made us laugh, &amp;amp; made the travelling fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;The weather was also very hot &amp;amp; the sun there is just scorching!&lt;br /&gt;Humidity made everyone perspire, &amp;amp; perspire, &amp;amp; perspire!&lt;br /&gt;We also fed a lot of mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we also collected fruits like rambutan, jackfruit &amp;amp; durian.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they shared the durian, &amp;amp; the smell was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;durian is horrible.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, eyf ended and we went back to mainland Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROUP PHOTO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(which you should be able to find on facebook/eyf blog, soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for such a wonderful time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8208178064078988606?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8208178064078988606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8208178064078988606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8208178064078988606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8208178064078988606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/descending.html' title='descending ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7132945932925280872</id><published>2009-06-22T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:49:26.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want to leave a legacy; how would they remember me?'/><title type='text'>unapologethically ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.4marks.com/temperaments/test.html"&gt;http://www.4marks.com/temperaments/test.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOLERIC&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choleric is your original "type A" personality. This temperament is characterized by quick, intense reactions to both external and internal stimuli. Reactions are sustained over time, so the choleric temperament is not only decisive, but also tenacious and driven to follow-through. The choleric is typically extraverted--which means that his energy is focused externally, actively, and socially. This temperament is characterized by determination, energy, forcefulness, confidence, intensity, and vitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a choleric, you are a dynamic, self-motivated leader who can set your sights on a target and relentlessly pursue it until success is achieved. You are a strong-willed individual who makes decisions quickly and decisively, and who readily and easily grasps difficult concepts and strategies. Learning comes quickly to you, and you like to take action immediately. You think logically and pragmatically, and are sometimes accused of "rolling over" people once you have set a plan in motion. You do not readily reveal deep emotions—except anger. Cholerics are often accused of being stubborn, domineering, and dictatorial. You demand loyalty from your friends, and thrive when you are in control. Franklin Delano Roosevelt was a choleric president: "There is nothing I love as much as a good fight," he famously said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has often been said that cholerics are either great saints. . . or great sinners. St. Paul was probably a choleric. He was a brilliant and zealous Pharisee—driven, at first, to persecute the early Christian community, but then, after his conversion, he became the greatest defender of the faith. If you are a choleric, humility comes with difficulty. You have a predilection for doing your own will, and thinking that you always know what is right and best. But, once you commit yourself to a life of virtue and growth in holiness, your determination will be turned toward service of Christ and the Church. A good spiritual director will help you identify God’s will for you, and attentiveness to your prayer life, especially meditative prayer, will help your naturally quite active temperament become more contemplative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Strengths and natural virtues: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; active, assertive, bold, brave, capable, compelling, confident, competitive, determined, decisive, driving, dynamic, effective, energetic, enterprising, focused, forceful, goal-oriented, independent, opinionated, passionate, persevering, positive, pragmatic, productive, purposeful, quick, resolute, self-motivated, sharp, strong-willed, vigorous, zealous &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Weaknesses and natural vices: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aggressive, ambitious, angry, antagonistic, argumentative, bossy, combative, defiant, dismissive, domineering, harsh, impatient, intolerant, oppositional, prideful, pushy, relentless, shrewd, stubborn, unempathic, unsympathetic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELANCHOLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; "To be, or not to be: that is the question…" Hamlet’s famous soliloquy typifies the melancholic temperament: thoughtful, reflective, ponderous to a fault; slow to act, yet deeply sensitive and of noble ideals. It is said that the melancholic so longs for heaven that everything on earth falls short. His longing for the ideal can make him appear nitpicking and critical, and lack some "people sense." Of great intelligence and lofty aspirations, the melancholic can be so thoughtful and careful that he never takes a step forward! Introverted, dignified, and careful of speech, he may appear shy or even aloof. There can be that rare occasion, however, when the melancholic finally ventures out into a social situation, in an awkward attempt to “fit in,” he can sometimes swing to the opposite extreme of being overly loud or inordinately silly. On such occasions, the sensitive and self-critical melancholic will experience deep anxiety and a tendency to brood over his mistakes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time alone is vital for this reflective, introspective temperament. A perfectionist at home and on the job, the melancholic is likely the one with the perfectly organized closet and kitchen, the tidy desk-top, and the painstaking attention to religious observances, sometimes to the point of scrupulosity. A melancholic longs for a deep soul mate, yet when he is around people, he often finds himself mistrustful and disappointed. Sensing this criticism, others will keep their distance—thus further entrenching the melancholic in his solitary life. In relationships, the melancholic tends to be slow to initiate, cautious, hyper-critical, and pessimistic--yet, once committed, they are unwaveringly loyal and self-sacrificing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Strengths and natural virtues: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; analytical, artistic, careful, cautious, choosy, conscientious, deliberate, delicate, discreet, detailed, elegant, exacting, guarded, idealistic, introspective, judicious, lover of truth and beauty, meticulous noble, orderly, painstaking, particular, quietly passionate, persevering planned, pondering precise, prudent reasoned, reflective, religious, reserved, restrained, romantic, shy, serious, sensitive, studious, thorough, thoughtful  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Weaknesses: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aloof, apprehensive, brooding, cool, critical, demanding, distrusting, envious, fearful, grudge-bearing, haughty, hypochondria, highbrow, jealous, judgmental, nitpicking, perfectionist, pessimistic, reluctant, scrupulous, self-righteous, skeptical, snooty, standoffish, strict, superior, suspicious, timid, uncommunicative, unsocial, undemonstrative, wary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pt-tab1"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MELANCHOLIC/CHOLERIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;p&gt; The melancholic-choleric is also a leader with the potential to accomplish great works. However, where the choleric-melancholic is driven by the challenge and the opportunity, the melancholic-choleric is inspired more by the nobility of the task. The introverted nature of the melancholic, combined with the focused and unempathic nature of the choleric, can result in an individual who is highly motivated by noble ideals (even humanitarian ones), but who prefers to work alone, rather than with people. The melancholic side of both temperament mixtures results in the project being organized, ethical, and high-minded, while the choleric aspect is the driving and demanding force. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are melancholic-choleric, you are somewhat less pragmatic (or utilitarian) than a pure choleric, just as persevering and determined, and with a greater emphasis on the ideal. Likely to be motivated by the most noble and demanding of causes, you are capable of founding a humanitarian society, composing a symphony, founding a school, or discovering a cure. You are organized, perfectionist, introspective, driven, and moody (though less so than a pure melancholic). You will be less active than a choleric-melancholic and less extraverted, more internally focused. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But your weaknesses include a tendency to excessive self-criticism and criticism of others, being dismissive or overly judgmental, exhibiting a tendency to self-absorption, and possessing an untrustful and controlling nature. You tend to be inflexible, can bear grudges for a long time and may be prone to discouragement. A melancholic-choleric who is not attentive to his spiritual life, and does not keep his eye assiduously on the truly important things of life can become a cross to those around him, through his nit-picking, perfectionism, disdain, bitterness, resentfulness, spitefulness when crossed, and even haughtiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly.&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/4933330554679476182-7132945932925280872?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7132945932925280872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7132945932925280872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7132945932925280872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7132945932925280872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/unapologethically.html' title='unapologethically ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2154326888472121813</id><published>2009-06-19T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:58:06.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want you to know that it doesn&apos;t matter; and i want you to know that you couldn&apos;t have loved me better.'/><title type='text'>homecoming ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog's quite dead but,&lt;br /&gt;bear with me for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are just too busy &amp;amp; so enriching.&lt;br /&gt;(though no homework is done. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;CIP briefing&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Not really a briefing though.&lt;br /&gt;More of a 'get-to-know-your-team-mates' session.&lt;br /&gt;We played icebreakers &amp;amp; 'get-to-know-one-another' games.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we soon went on about the fund raising thing.&lt;br /&gt;We have to do a bit of fund raising for the people over at China.&lt;br /&gt;That's quite awesome, I think.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;We're making those flowers to sell, &amp;amp; raise funds.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness la..&lt;br /&gt;They're those library flowers, you know..&lt;br /&gt;those styrofoam flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it wasn't that hard to make them.&lt;br /&gt;(just hard to make them look nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I learnt a new skill, heh.&lt;br /&gt;So we all spent about 2hours+ doing the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we still have to do more at home.&lt;br /&gt;Then go on the streets to sell them, on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;!&lt;br /&gt;We're expected to raise $10 each.&lt;br /&gt;So, people.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta support me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CIP, went over to meet Jeremy @ city hall.&lt;br /&gt;Met MeiYin with Reggie's sister (&amp;amp; friends), along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Took train together to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Anqi in the train.&lt;br /&gt;(MeiYin &amp;amp; YiHan's friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Burger King with Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;He just couldn't control himself &amp;amp; bought a chocolate cake thing,&lt;br /&gt;and then bought another burger.&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Simei to meet WeiChuan.&lt;br /&gt;Ran around the mall with Jeremy, bought handroll for $1.50;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Then found out they sold MUCHbetter ones for $1.80 at some sushi shop,&lt;br /&gt;also in the same mall.&lt;br /&gt;eek, what a ripoff!&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, met with WeiChuan at Long John's Silvers.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some very horrible cocktail (non-alcoholic) drink for $1.40 at cheers.&lt;br /&gt;(should've seen it coming la, judging by the price.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, set off for &lt;b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YiHan's place&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A short walk, &amp;amp; we're there!&lt;br /&gt;His house is quite big, (with stairs).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's something about that place that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;Very much hoped it was my place. ):!&lt;br /&gt;We practically played guitar the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I learned how to play C, Am, F, G on guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Is that awesome or what? :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there were Theory Lessons by our dear Mr Teo.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Had a greaaaaaaat time there!&lt;br /&gt;Just loved everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;There was fellowship!&lt;br /&gt;(well, not really, but, yeah, you get it.)&lt;br /&gt;It was like a brothers' jamming session, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there was bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there was guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there was just 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2154326888472121813?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2154326888472121813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2154326888472121813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2154326888472121813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2154326888472121813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/homecoming.html' title='homecoming ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1332810085865226300</id><published>2009-06-15T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:36:17.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s no moving on; so i&apos;m already gone'/><title type='text'>already gone ,</title><content type='html'>Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It never would've worked out right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1332810085865226300?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1332810085865226300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1332810085865226300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1332810085865226300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1332810085865226300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/already-gone.html' title='already gone ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2768449883278554035</id><published>2009-06-13T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:15:17.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we fall down; we lay our crowns.'/><title type='text'>playmax ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;PLAYMAX WAS AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thankGOD. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2768449883278554035?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2768449883278554035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2768449883278554035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2768449883278554035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2768449883278554035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/playmax.html' title='playmax ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7362852745968058833</id><published>2009-06-09T21:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:15:43.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the 99th time you look me in the eye; and swore that you weren&apos;t lying.'/><title type='text'>cassowary ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am today,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; felt SOOOOOOOOOO SUUUUUUUUPER tired.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to not go for the Chemistry thing, and go for EYF later.&lt;br /&gt;(I get to sleep 1 more hour. :D)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, REWINDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am today,&lt;br /&gt;got ready &amp;amp; set off for Choa Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;40min MRT ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;EYF ZOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached CCK &amp;amp; bought subway for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to zoooooo~&lt;br /&gt;Was in WeiChuan's shepherding group.&lt;br /&gt;We had a "Angel &amp;amp; Mortal" game, &amp;amp; my 'Mortal' was JunLiang.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; I think my 'Angel' is ChinHang! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Then we journeyed to the Pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;There, we had games &amp;amp; activities &amp;amp; lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best game was the 'concentration game'.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own animal action, (e.g. elephant)&lt;br /&gt;then, we have to clap to a beat.&lt;br /&gt;First, we do our animal action, then do someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;So here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;My action is Snake, XX's is elephant.&lt;br /&gt;I clap, then do the snake action, then the elephant action.&lt;br /&gt;XX then does the elephant action and another person's animal action.&lt;br /&gt;So there was this particular action Jeremy had,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b1&gt;Cassowary.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does an over-the-head-clap, and says &lt;b1&gt;"Cassowary!"&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; after the game, Jeremy, Phoebe &amp;amp; I were like,&lt;br /&gt;SUPER addicted to the &lt;b1&gt;Cassowary&lt;/b1&gt; thing;&lt;br /&gt;and we just kept doing it randomly.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we managed to influence others to do it too, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little game along the way to 'Splashzone'.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the animal show was postponed to 4:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;So, Jeremy, William &amp;amp; I went to 'KidzPlace' to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;(Because the vending machines &amp;amp; street stands sells mineral water at $2,&lt;br /&gt;and bottled drinks at $3. WHAT A RIP-OFF!)&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC, got a drink at $3.10,&lt;br /&gt;but MUCH WORTH IT than what the vending machines &amp;amp; street stands sell.&lt;br /&gt;We slacked in KFC &amp;amp; enjoyed the aircon,&lt;br /&gt;while spam-calling people and saying, &lt;b1&gt;"CASSOWARY!"&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA, told you we're addicted to it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went for the animeal show @ Splashzone.&lt;br /&gt;It was mainly just a show of...&lt;br /&gt;penguins, manities(idk the spelling.) and sea lions.&lt;br /&gt;Just some small stunts, but were generally entertaining enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to another huge ground &amp;amp; played more games.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy &amp;amp; I were like doing &lt;b1&gt;"CASSOWARY!"&lt;/b1&gt; in all the games.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, everyone started doing &lt;b1&gt;"CASSOWARY!"&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else went home,&lt;br /&gt;while Jeremy, Phoebe &amp;amp; I wandered around "LOT1 shopping mall"&lt;br /&gt;Photcopied my scores &amp;amp; had MOSburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, dear Lord. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;CASSOWARY.&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;b1&gt;Cassowary&lt;/b1&gt; word count... 9! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7362852745968058833?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7362852745968058833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7362852745968058833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7362852745968058833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7362852745968058833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cassowary.html' title='cassowary ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5112287788542875002</id><published>2009-06-08T20:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:17:11.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will be; all that you want.'/><title type='text'>rollercoaster ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Si0Hp3wigKI/AAAAAAAAAro/JSGs2ncqT18/s1600-h/eyf+bbq+O5O6O9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Si0Hp3wigKI/AAAAAAAAAro/JSGs2ncqT18/s400/eyf+bbq+O5O6O9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344936748682215586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdued photograph of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/excited.html"&gt;EYF BBQ on 050609&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYF's blog is in my links.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5112287788542875002?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5112287788542875002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5112287788542875002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5112287788542875002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5112287788542875002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/rollercoaster.html' title='rollercoaster ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/Si0Hp3wigKI/AAAAAAAAAro/JSGs2ncqT18/s72-c/eyf+bbq+O5O6O9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5224288797221538444</id><published>2009-06-07T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:32:40.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='then you&apos;ll find; the experience of a lifetime.'/><title type='text'>oops ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SivbspU5ZxI/AAAAAAAAArg/PUDgMqXva6A/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SivbspU5ZxI/AAAAAAAAArg/PUDgMqXva6A/s400/DSC01461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344606942859454226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you're not meant to have ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, I paid $1.50 to get an experience of a lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;some laughter &amp;amp; some attention on me.&lt;br /&gt;Quite worth it, than some SILLY SOYA BEAN ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5224288797221538444?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5224288797221538444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5224288797221538444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5224288797221538444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5224288797221538444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/oops.html' title='oops ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SivbspU5ZxI/AAAAAAAAArg/PUDgMqXva6A/s72-c/DSC01461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2354474463608032779</id><published>2009-06-05T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:15:15.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='could&apos;ve loved you all my life if you haven&apos;t left me waiting in the cold.'/><title type='text'>excited&amp;tired ,</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;Was an awesome &amp;amp; veryvery tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt; in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly played through Ponyo.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite easy. (:&lt;br /&gt;After band, we PRESUMED there was stock-taking.&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed back.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we slacked around &amp;amp; tried out each other's instruments!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. It was ssssssssssoooooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;I could play... Clarinet, Trumpet, French Horn, Euphonium, Trombone.&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;EYF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 'stock-taking', went to Pasir Ris Park with...&lt;br /&gt;JiaHui, William and Alson for EYF. (Ecclesiastes Youth Force)&lt;br /&gt;JiaHui went off to join the sisters at the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;William, Alson and I went to the big open field,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; found the brothers playing "waterbombs+captain'sball+soccer"&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Don't ask me how it happened. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't join in though, as I didn't have extra clothes.&lt;br /&gt;But I took lots of photos with William's camera,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; practised a bit of my flute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went off with William to Pasir Ris MRT station to fetch...&lt;br /&gt;Loren, Gladys, Jeslyn.&lt;br /&gt;Waited at the station at 440.&lt;br /&gt;Loren came at around 520.&lt;br /&gt;Gladys &amp;amp; Jeslyn took their own sweet time and came at 630.&lt;br /&gt;So we spent about 2hours waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, God did not let us waste this 2hrs,&lt;br /&gt;because we talked and found out more about each other. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were back,&lt;br /&gt;the games ended and they were bbq-ing already.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get to help with the cooking this time. ):&lt;br /&gt;So I kind of just LOITERED around, and socialize. hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;So we were ripped off and went with William to bring the 2 friends,&lt;br /&gt;Gladys &amp;amp; Jeslyn, somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;It was a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong walk.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached E!hub.&lt;br /&gt;(It's EEE! hub. NOTICE THE PUNCTUATION.)&lt;br /&gt;So the friends got their fondue.&lt;br /&gt;(Which is a complete fraud because their marshmallows are VERY.&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY. SUPER. expensive. It's like 10cents from the NTUC,&lt;br /&gt;and $1 at the stupid shop. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;So we went to FairPrice,&lt;br /&gt;(The price is another rip off, how is it even fair?)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; got these marshmallows for $2.&lt;br /&gt;(See, much cheaper.)&lt;br /&gt;Called William to 'anger' him for making us walk for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Taunted him with "2.4km walk" &amp;amp; "Pastamania kidnap". (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have Pastamania on our own since we thought,&lt;br /&gt;"There isn't enough food for us!"&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy &amp;amp; I had 3 satay sticks, 1 crabmeat stick and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Phoebe had less. HAH!)&lt;br /&gt;With the agreement from MeiYun, we takeaway-ed our Pastamania,&lt;br /&gt;and back to the bbq pit.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, it was 9PM already!&lt;br /&gt;We left for the bbq pit, while the brothers &amp;amp; sisters left the bbq pit.&lt;br /&gt;So... Jeremy &amp;amp; I munched away happily on our own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLUTE-FRENZY.&lt;br /&gt;A few of us stayed at the bbq pit and I taught them how to play the flute!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Olivia &amp;amp; Phoebe went a bit crazed about flutes.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The others could play too. (:&lt;br /&gt;PHOEBE &amp;amp; JEREMY are plain talented la. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;We went a bit insane and took lots of photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; begin on our looooooong journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a very dark &amp;amp; scary short-cut to the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't too bad once we were inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a pathway with forests around.&lt;br /&gt;With the moonlight, it wasn't scary.&lt;br /&gt;Even I wasn't afraid, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the MRT...&lt;br /&gt;We had a "lame-question/quiz/joke" session.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of dumb questions like..&lt;br /&gt;"How many maa-maa jumped over the wall?"&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;"I like blue pens, green pens &amp;amp; purple pens. What pen am I using?"&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;It was reaaaaally silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, got off the train, and reached home @ 1130.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Jean on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;RULES: /deleted./ (:D!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: &lt;b1&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nope.&lt;/s&gt; Yeah, one step at a time.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: &lt;b1&gt;O9O494&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: &lt;b1&gt;Nobodyyy&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: &lt;b1&gt;Pepsi TWIST.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: &lt;b1&gt;Jasmine?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: &lt;b1&gt;Too many.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: &lt;b1&gt;Gummy bears.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: &lt;b1&gt;SINGAPORE.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: &lt;b1&gt;Art, Music, Literature.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: &lt;b1&gt;2hrs, travelling in Taiwan.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: &lt;b1&gt;Fruity - peach/mango/watermelon?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: &lt;b1&gt;2&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: &lt;b1&gt;Forever to last.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: &lt;b1&gt;Yi Han&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE: &lt;b1&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: &lt;b1&gt;This Is Me - Demi Lovato&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: &lt;b1&gt;7am.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: &lt;b1&gt;whaaaaaat?!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): &lt;b1&gt;Broccoli, cauliflower.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: &lt;b1&gt;LAZINESSSSSSSS.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: &lt;b1&gt;None?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: &lt;b1&gt;dumb.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: &lt;b1&gt;doggggggg.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions About You:&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels: &lt;b1&gt;_D_M L__&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color do you wear most: &lt;b1&gt;white!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color: &lt;b1&gt;darkdarkgreen.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to: &lt;b1&gt;Listen - Beyonce&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now: &lt;b1&gt;YEAH!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school: &lt;b1&gt;LITERATURE. to-be: art.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college: &lt;b1&gt;!?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing: &lt;b1&gt;I think I am.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes: &lt;b1&gt;The black kappa one, with white lace.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now: &lt;b1&gt;BED, sleeping.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance: &lt;b1&gt;Haven't really tried, but I think so.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth: &lt;b1&gt;!?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle: &lt;b1&gt;No ): but I play the flute. (: &lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah, but the left hand's is a bit off.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets: &lt;b1&gt;Not really.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah! God creates them!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic: &lt;b1&gt;God's powers, maybe.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight: &lt;b1&gt;Depends.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan: &lt;b1&gt;I think he exists?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa: &lt;b1&gt;Never did.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters? &lt;b1&gt;Sama-sama.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff&lt;br /&gt;they eat on those reality shows? &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out: &lt;b1&gt;I think so.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone: &lt;b1&gt;I think so.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean: &lt;b1&gt;Beach, maybe.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails: &lt;b1&gt;Never.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside: &lt;b1&gt;around 25?&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to: &lt;b1&gt;987fm.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at: &lt;b1&gt;NYNY.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought: &lt;b1&gt;Pastamania.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched: &lt;b1&gt;Too long ago.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you call: &lt;b1&gt;Yi Han.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of: &lt;b1&gt;Yi Han.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to: &lt;b1&gt;Yi Han.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person: &lt;b1&gt;I think so.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy: &lt;b1&gt;Everything &amp;amp; anything.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier: &lt;b1&gt;Everyone is greedy by nature.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy: &lt;b1&gt;SURE.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;/deletedbecauseit'sadumbsection./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color: &lt;b1&gt;Brownish black.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings: &lt;b1&gt;None~&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: &lt;b1&gt;Black, I think.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL&lt;br /&gt; /deletedbecauseit'sadumbsection./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: &lt;b1&gt;?!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah, but can't remember when.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: &lt;b1&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: &lt;b1&gt;YEAH.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: &lt;b1&gt;Nope.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: &lt;b1&gt;Pepsi!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: &lt;b1&gt;Burger King.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: &lt;b1&gt;Singledates.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: &lt;b1&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: &lt;b1&gt;Strawberries!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: &lt;b1&gt;Vegetables.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: &lt;b1&gt;Movie.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums: &lt;b1&gt;ACOUSTIC GUITAR.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: &lt;b1&gt;Nike.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican: &lt;b1&gt;Mexican.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: &lt;b1&gt;Corn Flakes.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie: &lt;b1&gt;PIE!&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1: &lt;b1&gt;MTV.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FOR SUCH AN AWESOME &amp; FANTASTIC DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOOOO DEAD BEAT.&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;EYF ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2354474463608032779?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2354474463608032779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2354474463608032779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2354474463608032779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2354474463608032779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/excited.html' title='excited&amp;tired ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5906272972934635649</id><published>2009-06-04T22:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:31:57.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but i; i&apos;m gonna keep trying.'/><title type='text'>memory ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;E-learning is finally over, I guess everyone's relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRISCILLA'S BIRTHDAY BBQ/PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: YunYi's is much later.)&lt;br /&gt;So, had BBQ at East Coast just now,&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate Triscilla &amp;amp; YunYi's b'day.&lt;br /&gt;Adeon, Ryan, Brian, Ru Yan, Triscilla, Wei Xin, Yew Ching, Joleen,&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle, Hui Si, Wendy, and Yun Yi were there.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there @ around 620.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan tried to start the fire, and failed. Many times. HAH&lt;br /&gt;The lighter was a bit fail though.&lt;br /&gt;Bad workman blaming his tools. :X&lt;br /&gt;Brian came with Wendy and finally managed to start the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, we didn't need to fan since the wind was so strong. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cooking is always so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hotdogs, chickenwings, crabmeat, sausage and marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy went off halfway.&lt;br /&gt;The usual:&lt;br /&gt;- took photos with birthday girl - Triscilla&lt;br /&gt;- sang 'happybirthday'&lt;br /&gt;We didn't eat the cake though.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Parkway Parade to windowshop a bit,&lt;br /&gt;as Adeon &amp;amp; Ru Yan went home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; came home in cab with Ryan, Brian &amp;amp; YunYi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, really.&lt;br /&gt;I got to catch up a little with my 6hope-ians,&lt;br /&gt;and get to know how they're doing now.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to make a few new friends.&lt;br /&gt;(PS: RuYan, you're really very friendly! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for such an awesome time!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss 6hope now.&lt;br /&gt;If only we were all back to 2006 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Someone rejected me for lunch. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYTRISCILLA. - O4O694&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5906272972934635649?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5906272972934635649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5906272972934635649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5906272972934635649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5906272972934635649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory.html' title='memory ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5305360118986487680</id><published>2009-06-02T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:28:01.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we humbly proclaim; that you loved us the same.'/><title type='text'>awestruck ,</title><content type='html'>2nd day of the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band-ed in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;while meeting Miss Yeo halfway through,&lt;br /&gt;then going back for band.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for mac with ZhiHao, YongLiang, HuiTing(S), JiaYi, JiaHui.&lt;br /&gt;Joked a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;SOME STUDENTS continued to disgrace our school lo.&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Casandra &amp;amp; Ryan at Aljunied MRT at 3:50pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for... Germin, Zion, Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; set off at around 4:30pm, HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Then reached CityHall and CityLink.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit, then went into HMV to slack,&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for ALSON.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, when he didn't arrive, we went into NYNY, at around 5pm+&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he joined us later, while forgetting to bring his drawing -.-&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Sang a HAPPYBIRTHDAY song to ZION as he received his present,&lt;br /&gt;a book, from Jean/Germin. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Marina Square's rooftop to rest,&lt;br /&gt;while SOME PEOPLE have a little bit of private time together. :D&lt;br /&gt;Left at 8:30pm and went home. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;If only we could stay later... ):&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures at Jean's blog. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats. I still have e-learning. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYZION. - O2O694&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5305360118986487680?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5305360118986487680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5305360118986487680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5305360118986487680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5305360118986487680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/06/awestruck.html' title='awestruck ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8569527406491007842</id><published>2009-05-30T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:07:05.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all the garage glamarous; in this photo of us.'/><title type='text'>crimsonsky ,</title><content type='html'>MEETTHEPARENTS today.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's face was pulled longlong and downcast.&lt;br /&gt;(well, almost.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stale smell of unhappiness hung in the air.&lt;br /&gt;The unbearing heat did no better by scorching up the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat trickled down everyone's faces because of the heat,&lt;br /&gt;and partly because of the anxiety in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Hair stuck onto my sticky forehead.&lt;br /&gt;It was really unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;The ISH was badly ventilated and as you surveyed it,&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone had an artificial fan, made out of paper,&lt;br /&gt;to relief themselves of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Humid. Sticky. Sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;How can we get our results in peace?&lt;br /&gt;I joined in the queue behind Casandra &amp;amp; Yun Cui.&lt;br /&gt;Stole a glance at Casandra's report sheet and immediately felt envy.&lt;br /&gt;"Should've studied harder," you'll hear everyone saying.&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was my turn to get the results.&lt;br /&gt;As, Bs, Cs.&lt;br /&gt;This must be pretty much the worst results I've ever gotten.&lt;br /&gt;And it's the first time I didn't get an A for math.&lt;br /&gt;Neither AMath, nor EMath.&lt;br /&gt;Guilt took over me for a brief moment,&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't study much for Math.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I deserved both the failures.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, grace abided by me, and in the overall results,&lt;br /&gt;I passed both my Maths with Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results.&lt;br /&gt;Another smack, right into my face.&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson for me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to "I'm gonna study hard for Sec3." ?&lt;br /&gt;Please, remind me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Remind me to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8569527406491007842?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8569527406491007842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8569527406491007842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8569527406491007842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8569527406491007842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/crimsonsky.html' title='crimsonsky ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6708053324232472248</id><published>2009-05-29T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:01:23.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can keep us apart; cause my heart is wherever you are.'/><title type='text'>reminisce ,</title><content type='html'>Last day of school today.&lt;br /&gt;Reaaaaaaaaaal boring &amp;amp; draggy &amp;amp; dead.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Use-your-hands' campaign.&lt;br /&gt;SOME people didn't do anything okay, and even walk off.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you don't want to be in F3/2, you can just appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Or even drop out of school.&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to study, and you even skip lessons.&lt;br /&gt;What for you come to school?&lt;br /&gt;Please, stop taking up that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school today, (repeating-.-)&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense of wanting to stay and all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I came straight home.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel like I'm not part of the class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;F2/1'08 was still the best.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories,&lt;br /&gt;fill my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;I smile at the old days,&lt;br /&gt;it was so happy then.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times when we would celebrate,&lt;br /&gt;the small things that were so great.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6708053324232472248?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6708053324232472248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6708053324232472248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6708053324232472248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6708053324232472248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminisce.html' title='reminisce ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8314948780238852536</id><published>2009-05-26T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:54:51.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no one ever said it would be this hard; please take me back to the start.'/><title type='text'>nothing ,</title><content type='html'>Sec1s seriously &lt;s&gt;sucksucksucksucksuck.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you will know if you're not part of the bad company,&lt;br /&gt;and that I'm not referring to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of okay, except that I felt that I was too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; I didn't expected it)&lt;br /&gt;I spoke wrongly &amp;amp; 'cleverly' skipped to the next line,&lt;br /&gt;(luckily, without anyone noticing. :D)&lt;br /&gt;Well, my tongue was really tied, and I kept pronouncing wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so going to 'warmup' my tongue before presenting, next time.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I scored very badly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;b2&gt;&amp;amp; I WANT TO LEARN GUITAR.&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8314948780238852536?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8314948780238852536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8314948780238852536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8314948780238852536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8314948780238852536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing.html' title='nothing ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-82218985622398824</id><published>2009-05-24T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:37:48.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing is breaking down; we almost never speak.'/><title type='text'>disguise ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh, it's monday again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But there's Band!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of looking forward. (:&lt;br /&gt;I reaaaaaaaaaaally miss my flute,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I can't play anymore -.-&lt;br /&gt;So much for break from band,&lt;br /&gt;results still so bad. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got reminded about old times again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm jealous how other people get to still have such fun with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;(Old friends as in Primary school kinds.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really a bad friend.&lt;br /&gt;I never really contacted my 6hope friends. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time I caught up with them.&lt;br /&gt;4juneO9. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's another dumb post.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: It's my 180th post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-82218985622398824?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/82218985622398824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=82218985622398824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/82218985622398824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/82218985622398824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/disguise.html' title='disguise ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-9077174604433634289</id><published>2009-05-22T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:53:59.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m tired of being last to know; i don&apos;t want to hurt anymore.'/><title type='text'>thankful ,</title><content type='html'>Outreach-ed today @ Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Paired up with JunLiang.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to share with a Science guy.&lt;br /&gt;HAhaha.&lt;br /&gt;All the lightyears &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I agree with JL's perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, children prefer to be more science than art.&lt;br /&gt;They prefer logic than abstract, really.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what happened to literature. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally bored &amp;amp; not in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm tired! :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-9077174604433634289?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/9077174604433634289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=9077174604433634289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9077174604433634289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9077174604433634289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful.html' title='thankful ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6015609288450101926</id><published>2009-05-21T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:27:01.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody&apos;s always rushing; to a place they don&apos;t need to be.'/><title type='text'>disappointment ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;Adam can(&amp;amp; will) never be a &lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;MATHEMATICIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6015609288450101926?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6015609288450101926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6015609288450101926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6015609288450101926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6015609288450101926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/disappointment.html' title='disappointment ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7862300955725254343</id><published>2009-05-19T19:55:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:02:29.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t forget the regrets; regret the forgets.'/><title type='text'>regrets (?) ,</title><content type='html'>EXAM PAPERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29/4 - English Language(1) &amp; English Language (2)&lt;br /&gt;30/4 - Chinese Language (1) &amp; Chinese Language (2) &amp; Oral (English Language) &amp; Oral (Chinese Language)&lt;br /&gt;13/5 - Combined Humanities (Social Studies) &amp; Elementary Mathematics (1)&lt;br /&gt;14/5 - Combined Humanities (Geography) &amp; Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;15/5 - Combined Science (Physics) &amp; Literature (1)&lt;br /&gt;18/5 - Combined Science (Chemistry) &amp; Elementary Mathematics (2)&lt;br /&gt;19/5 - Literature (2)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OVER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A real Christian is an odd anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He feels supreme love for One whom he has never seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talks familiarly every day to Someone he cannot see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expects to go to heaven on the virtue of Another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empties himself in order to be full,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admits he is wrong so he can be declared right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goes down in order to get up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is strongest when he is weakest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;richest when he is poorest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and happiest when he feels worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He dies so he can live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forsakes in order to have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gives away so he can keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sees the invisible, hears the inaudible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and knows that which passeth knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And acts like a servant to become a king.&lt;/span&gt; (my own line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- A. W. Tozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This not only applies to us Christians, but to everyone as well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we do things that contradict ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We do the right things, people think it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We do the wrong things, people think it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's completely impossible to suit everybody eh?&lt;br /&gt;People think we're absurd to do things like mourning for the death of a pet, or even mourning for the death of a plant.&lt;br /&gt;But think about it, it's our hearts that transformed us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;These things may seem weird to you,&lt;br /&gt;but are completely acceptable and right to us.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we humans need to start to learn to accept others,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b1&gt;dare to be different.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Unseen Poem today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Funeral Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence the pianos and with muffled drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just feel that everything else is insignificant,&lt;br /&gt;everything else is not relavent.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll stop to think later, "What's happened?"&lt;br /&gt;It's like our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b1&gt;"Regrets are a part of this road called life,&lt;br /&gt;they give us knowledge and experience;&lt;br /&gt;and the wisdom to understand the complications of love."&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often act without thinking, then regret later.&lt;br /&gt;Then after regretting, we move on.&lt;br /&gt;We move on trying to forget it, but often find it haunting us.&lt;br /&gt;We deny it and deny ourselves about it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a fact, an unchangeable one.&lt;br /&gt;So then, we really move on eventually, using that as an experience,&lt;br /&gt;and compare it with the situations to come.&lt;br /&gt;And, we mature, we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19O5O9, Angel's birthday 'celebration'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the Bio paper 1 and Lit paper 2, we met in the library.&lt;br /&gt;We - Jasmine, Angel, ZiChao, Zhaorong, Andy, Shawn, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we set off after ZiChao &amp;amp; Andy signed on the birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;In front of Angel. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Off to Bugis' MOF; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my izakuya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some Japanese restaurant [which I ultimately love, Japanese food that is.] that is trademark-ed for its desserts.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, haven't had Ramen for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;[PSSSSSSST. It's still as great as ever. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we were graced with a 30% off for being YOUNG, HAH!&lt;br /&gt;[Another good point to add into the 'being-young-list']&lt;br /&gt;So we had $29 extra,&lt;br /&gt;and Jasmine and I went to buy chocolates for Angel &amp;amp; Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;[Angel &amp;amp; Shawn's bday, O9O594 &amp;amp; 2OO594]&lt;br /&gt;Felt a deja vu of Valentine's,&lt;br /&gt;Laughed at the 'Singlish Dictionary' in Kinokuniya.&lt;br /&gt;[Excellent bookstore bytheway. (:]&lt;br /&gt;Then went for neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;The second time in my life taking them.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, they're still as thrilling and memorable. [and expensive $.]&lt;br /&gt;Sssssssssssoooooo, it was an enjoyable day, really. It was. Seriously. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me, Adam?! IT WAS AWESOME. :D ahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;[Hopefully for Angel too. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for such a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b2&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY ANGEL - 19O594&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY SHAWN - 2OO594&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks for the book, Jasmine. (:&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Checking papers on thursday. Screw it, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7862300955725254343?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7862300955725254343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7862300955725254343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7862300955725254343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7862300955725254343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/delicate.html' title='regrets (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1179531784009224343</id><published>2009-05-16T13:23:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:41:13.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='put your hand way up high; we will never say bye.'/><title type='text'>can't forget it at all ,</title><content type='html'>EXAM PAPERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29/4 - English Language(1) &amp;amp; English Language (2)&lt;br /&gt;30/4 - Chinese Language (1) &amp;amp; Chinese Language (2) &amp;amp; Oral (English Language) &amp;amp; Oral (Chinese Language)&lt;br /&gt;13/5 - Combined Humanities (Social Studies) &amp;amp; Elementary Mathematics (1)&lt;br /&gt;14/5 - Combined Humanities (Geography) &amp;amp; Additional Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;15/5 - Combined Science (Physics) &amp;amp; Literature (1)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/5 - Combined Science (Chemistry) &amp;amp; Elementary Mathematics (2)&lt;br /&gt;19/5 - Literature (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 2 more papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, most of the papers were quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;Problematic ones were SS (Couldn't finish), AMath (difficult to get distinction), Physics (not sure how to do).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I can't get distinction for Literature, my answer doesn't seem good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I missed important points like that "streak" thing! ):&lt;br /&gt;My AMath probably will be a just pass too. ):&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm praying that Chemistry &amp;amp; EMath(2) &amp;amp; Literature will be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are kind of over on 18may 'cause I don't really have to study for unseen poetry the next day. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs @ bio people. --NO OFFENSE UH.--&lt;br /&gt;I must really thank God for this MYE.&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust and had faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;I also prayed regularly to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think that that really calmed me down during this tense period.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN. After monday, I can slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! heehehahahahehahehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the PLAYmax dry run!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it didn't seem to be what I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite sian sian de.&lt;br /&gt;Heh :X&lt;br /&gt;Probably because there was no loud music, not much people and no EXTREMEmax.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the real day will really be AWESOME &amp;amp; FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;I encourage all of you to go for this event, 'cause it's really gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Look, games, performances, food, all @ just the price of $10!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, where can you find this deal outside?&lt;br /&gt;So those of you that haven't signed up can do so at the website or approach me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Here's the official website,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playmax.sg/"&gt;http://www.playmax.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for PLAYmax, 'cause you won't regret it. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's on the 12 &amp;amp; 13 June bytheway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Thank the Lord for the great weather, and a succesful dry run.  &lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b2&gt;PS: PASTAMANIA ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED:&lt;br /&gt;No yf today, pretty much bonding/games time,&lt;br /&gt;which was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;We played Captain's Ball throughout the 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really needed to sweat(&amp;amp;SCREAM) it all out. (My problems, I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhha.&lt;br /&gt;But it was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we brothers played with the sisters,&lt;br /&gt;which I think is pretty cool that there's equality and no discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;My specs keep dropping man, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;*hint for present? HAHA*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I surprised myself too.&lt;br /&gt;I can actually play. (:&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoyed sports and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO PLAY IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got blisters, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Worth it though. (contradicting?)&lt;br /&gt;Playing Captain's Ball with girls is so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;You get to hear random screams and see their weird reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they play like screaming is the objective. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1: Scream louder than your opponent to win. hehehahehaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we get to do this again? (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, for this time that You've given to us to let us enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Han's injured his hand. ):&lt;br /&gt;Which means, no guitar.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may You heal him quickly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I stepped on Yin's feet, which became flat!&lt;br /&gt;(not. HAH)&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may You heal her too. hehehahhaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: EmmausEFC is a great church. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz by Timmy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN ARE YOUS :&lt;br /&gt;Are you single ? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy ? Yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored ? Nah. :D then again, I am bored all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Are you fair ? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Are you Italian ? Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;Are you honest ? Yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;Are you nice ? Sure :D&lt;br /&gt;Are you irish ? Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;Are you asian ? Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS :&lt;br /&gt;Full name : Adam Lau&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames : Ah-dam, ahhdan, mada, wada, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace : Singapore, KK Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hair color : Brownishblack.&lt;br /&gt;Natural hairstyle : No rebonds, no highlights. PURE. :D&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 09/04/94&lt;br /&gt;Mood : Contented (:&lt;br /&gt;Favourite color : frenchrosepink/orange/gray/black&lt;br /&gt;One place you would like to visit : Japan/Paris/Italy, oops, the question said one place right? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE :&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in love ? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight ? Depends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have a crush ? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken anyone 's heart ? Regretfully, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt emotionally ? Yeah. who hasn't ?&lt;br /&gt;Ever had your heart brokened and when ? Always. But not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked anyone but is afraid of telling him/her? Yeah. But now I think it's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of commitment ? No, depends on how good that is.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged ? Nobody ?&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said "I love you" too ? Han. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT :&lt;br /&gt;Love or lust ? Love.&lt;br /&gt;Hard liquor or beer ? I don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs ? Dog&lt;br /&gt;A few best friends or any regular friends ? Few best friends. definitely. (:&lt;br /&gt;Creamy or crunchy ? Crunchy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Wild night out or romantic night ? A little of both. (:&lt;br /&gt;Money or happiness ? Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Night or day ? Night&lt;br /&gt;IM or phone ? Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVERS :&lt;br /&gt;Been caught sneaking out ? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Seen a polar bear ? Kelvin?:X&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret? Too much.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped ? No(t yet.)&lt;br /&gt;Eaten food that fell on th floor ? Yeah. All food is clean&amp;amp;unclean. (:&lt;br /&gt;Finished an entire jaw breaker ? No, I don't know what's that.&lt;br /&gt;Been caught naked ? No.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted an ex gf/bf back ? No o.o&lt;br /&gt;Cried because you lost a pet ? No pet.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to disappear ? Sometimes before, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER :&lt;br /&gt;Smile or eyes ? Smile&lt;br /&gt;Light or dark hair ? Dark&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses ? Hugs :D&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller ? Shorter ;x&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence or attraction ? Intelligence will bring about attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Topman or zara ? idk?&lt;br /&gt;Funny or serious ? Mix of both&lt;br /&gt;Older or younger ? Younger&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing or quiet ? Mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or bad ? Sweeeeet, but not too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS :&lt;br /&gt;Ever performed infront of a large crowd ? Yes, SYF :D&lt;br /&gt;Ever talked on a phone longer than an hour ? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried walking on your hands ? No(t yet.)&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a rock concert ? Not really, but I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a cheerleading team ? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a dance team ? No, but want to.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a sports team ? Yeah, P.E.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a drama play/production ? Yeah, syf counted? (:&lt;br /&gt;Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade or Bentley ? My father does.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in rape video ? No -_-. Worst question here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS :★&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call you made ? Jasmine/Zhaorong&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged ? Isn't this repeated? Nobody, ahah.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with ? Church people. (:&lt;br /&gt;Last time you worked ? Dad/Aunt's cafe&lt;br /&gt;Last person you IM-ed to ? No IM.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted to ? Angel ~&lt;br /&gt;Last person(s) you went to movies with ? F21 people. Miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;Last person/thing you missed ? idk? 2008?&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited ? Timmy's blog for this quiz. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1179531784009224343?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1179531784009224343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1179531784009224343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1179531784009224343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1179531784009224343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-forget-it-at-all.html' title='can&apos;t forget it at all ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2867037573636487432</id><published>2009-05-09T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:44:01.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the clock strucks twelve; my heart goes stealth.'/><title type='text'>midnight ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY;LINUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say I rock. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2867037573636487432?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2867037573636487432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2867037573636487432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2867037573636487432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2867037573636487432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight.html' title='midnight ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5254768322725560918</id><published>2009-05-08T20:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:34:29.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gravity came again; to pull me back to the ground again.'/><title type='text'>gravity (?) ,</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my hiatus failed.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's like the immediate next day. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to buy ingredients for muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Gladys' house with Alson, Zion, Casandra, Germin, Jean &amp;amp; Gladys (of course.)...&lt;br /&gt;to bake muffins for Mothers' Day!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that it's my first time with bakery.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't really do much...&lt;br /&gt;But at least I didn't trouble them or mess things up yeah? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Well!&lt;br /&gt;The muffins really rock.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I shall let the photos speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwKZZUddI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zmJJX154JeI/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwKZZUddI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zmJJX154JeI/s400/DSC01394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440813887419858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwKAVhesI/AAAAAAAAArI/Y41i4uf6TAM/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwKAVhesI/AAAAAAAAArI/Y41i4uf6TAM/s400/DSC01396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440807160609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwJ2XnhvI/AAAAAAAAArA/qjNQfUxEPuA/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwJ2XnhvI/AAAAAAAAArA/qjNQfUxEPuA/s400/DSC01398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440804485039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvy7j5HyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/pa1AtIg_UFw/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvy7j5HyI/AAAAAAAAAq4/pa1AtIg_UFw/s400/DSC01400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440410741710626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyyJdC3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/CNNrURF1Btg/s1600-h/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyyJdC3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/CNNrURF1Btg/s400/DSC01401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440408214899570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyt88L0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/NuqlWejk0Fs/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyt88L0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/NuqlWejk0Fs/s400/DSC01403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440407088672578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyedVIZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/C9SOb-kYHsw/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyedVIZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/C9SOb-kYHsw/s400/DSC01404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440402929557906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyYbK44I/AAAAAAAAAqY/nHA_3pXkrWM/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQvyYbK44I/AAAAAAAAAqY/nHA_3pXkrWM/s400/DSC01405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333440401309885314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu_LHh-XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6SvmpkCYKE8/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu_LHh-XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/6SvmpkCYKE8/s400/DSC01406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439521564522866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu-2gwR8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/WjbhTDrWr0c/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu-2gwR8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/WjbhTDrWr0c/s400/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439516033173442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu-9FOE9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/TXmfToTq8NE/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu-9FOE9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/TXmfToTq8NE/s400/DSC01411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439517796733906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu-qHoD8I/AAAAAAAAApw/ozKdzqnB94g/s1600-h/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu-qHoD8I/AAAAAAAAApw/ozKdzqnB94g/s400/DSC01412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439512706551746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPiLLeEI/AAAAAAAAApo/m5hoNh_PRE4/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPiLLeEI/AAAAAAAAApo/m5hoNh_PRE4/s400/DSC01413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438703120119874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPgiaHuI/AAAAAAAAApg/wLohY_lJD8M/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPgiaHuI/AAAAAAAAApg/wLohY_lJD8M/s400/DSC01415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438702680678114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like descending from heaven or something, HAHA! *the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPX8Cm4I/AAAAAAAAApY/-dcJByBdYYk/s1600-h/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPX8Cm4I/AAAAAAAAApY/-dcJByBdYYk/s400/DSC01416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438700372269954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPGxP67I/AAAAAAAAApQ/wh0K12ItZcY/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPGxP67I/AAAAAAAAApQ/wh0K12ItZcY/s400/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438695763602354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPGs6jrI/AAAAAAAAApI/hjvhMhKh6Fg/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQuPGs6jrI/AAAAAAAAApI/hjvhMhKh6Fg/s400/DSC01418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438695745425074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk! So this is what Gladys is like at home. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt7JYadkI/AAAAAAAAApA/VRIRQUnN7ho/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt7JYadkI/AAAAAAAAApA/VRIRQUnN7ho/s400/DSC01420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438352867358274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt67bPTAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TaSsI0pPu8w/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt67bPTAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TaSsI0pPu8w/s400/DSC01421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438349121113090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt671hb3I/AAAAAAAAAow/YVGhLEM0vw8/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt671hb3I/AAAAAAAAAow/YVGhLEM0vw8/s400/DSC01422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438349231353714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Casandra don't emo! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt6iQis5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/AOvWq1PsHiU/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt6iQis5I/AAAAAAAAAoo/AOvWq1PsHiU/s400/DSC01424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438342365361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt6euiYtI/AAAAAAAAAog/ViQLDepICws/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQt6euiYtI/AAAAAAAAAog/ViQLDepICws/s400/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438341417427666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqRqUQZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qb2PWEUFkvA/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqRqUQZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qb2PWEUFkvA/s400/DSC01427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438063032156562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson doing some stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqUqDgkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/06WQ4qublTU/s1600-h/DSC01428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqUqDgkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/06WQ4qublTU/s400/DSC01428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438063836365378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. The chocolate rocks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqHcfiII/AAAAAAAAAoI/5f0bH47VMYU/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqHcfiII/AAAAAAAAAoI/5f0bH47VMYU/s400/DSC01430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438060289820802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'romantic' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqExTW9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/8Hlgfl0uSjo/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtqExTW9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/8Hlgfl0uSjo/s400/DSC01431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438059571796946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtp6kfWbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GA8sqf-sMT4/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQtp6kfWbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GA8sqf-sMT4/s400/DSC01432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333438056833702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's next. Casandra's gonna give Alson the muffin to cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;AWWW! &gt;&lt;" haahahahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu_HwRbfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lEfg3Q1WhUk/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQu_HwRbfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lEfg3Q1WhUk/s400/DSC01407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333439520661663218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b1&gt;HAPPYMOM'SDAY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I know you're out there somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;happy mothers' day to you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5254768322725560918?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5254768322725560918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5254768322725560918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5254768322725560918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5254768322725560918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/gravity.html' title='gravity (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SgQwKZZUddI/AAAAAAAAArQ/zmJJX154JeI/s72-c/DSC01394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8382697215963314496</id><published>2009-05-07T21:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:12:30.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when he drank the world&apos;s sin; so he could carry you in.'/><title type='text'>away ,</title><content type='html'>heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;Today is 7may2009!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Singapore's in the yellow-zone now.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: no more classroom, no more temperature-taking,&lt;br /&gt;for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I was starting to like staying in the classroom. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is just another boring day of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I STUDIED.&lt;br /&gt;Truely, really, started revising.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;(well, I guess it's not THAT late.)&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing my geography notes.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO-DO list: (for myself &amp;amp; the exams.)&lt;br /&gt;PRIORITIZED.&lt;br /&gt;- finish doing geography notes on coasts.&lt;br /&gt;- start doing geography notes on rivers.&lt;br /&gt;- revise SS.&lt;br /&gt;- practise emath.&lt;br /&gt;- do amath revision papers.&lt;br /&gt;- do physics revision papers. (do some notes)&lt;br /&gt;- re-read TKAM for literature.&lt;br /&gt;- do chemistry revision papers. (do some notes)&lt;br /&gt;- PW. (-.-!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm doing this, but will be on HIATUS,&lt;br /&gt;(or not active in blogging)&lt;br /&gt;till MYE ends.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6MAY2OO9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYYIHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;yourbrother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8382697215963314496?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8382697215963314496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8382697215963314496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8382697215963314496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8382697215963314496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/away.html' title='away ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-5688868124240631192</id><published>2009-05-04T16:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:04:16.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain; it&apos;s 2am and i&apos;m cursing your name.'/><title type='text'>Your hands are holding me ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b1&gt;HEYHO.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4thMAY2009.&lt;br /&gt;Is another ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;With a tinge of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll..&lt;br /&gt;today, we had the temperature-taking exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think schools from all over Singapore have experienced it too.&lt;br /&gt;We took our temperatures 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;A little exaggerated lah.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school &amp;amp; saw the discipline teachers all wearing masks.&lt;br /&gt;It's a reaaaaaal scary thing okay.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I went into the wrong school or something. ==&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; soon after I sat down at my usual place,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kang grabbed me and asked me to station at the porch outside the General Office.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know what I was asked to do?&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to stand there &amp;amp; ask EVERYONE who comes in if they brought their thermometers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if they didn't bring, they had to buy a new one at the General Office.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER EXAGGERATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sidetrack-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; SOMEONE who was asked to do the same...&lt;br /&gt;THAT guy.&lt;br /&gt;Just stood there with someone else,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; talktalktalktalktalk.&lt;br /&gt;He's supposed to be doing 'duty', not talking &amp;amp; slacking.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE lah.&lt;br /&gt;Still say others hate you, etc.&lt;br /&gt;What about yourself, ever thought about why they're doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when you're doing duty, you do it SO VERY reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're all hating to do duty,&lt;br /&gt;but you especially showed it very obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you gave others attitude when they're doing duty with you.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to PB?&lt;br /&gt;-endsidetrack-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;back to the previous issue.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the government's really doing a great job in this prevention of spread of virus.&lt;br /&gt;Although I admit it's a little exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;We are really blessed to live in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Some things that they do might seem ridiculous, but it's actually for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those guys that didn't bring thermometers or did not co-operate really deserve slaps.&lt;br /&gt;The government &amp;amp; school is doing so much to prevent any harm onto us,&lt;br /&gt;but you just won't co-operate.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's going on in your minds.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I even see upper sec students misbehaving &amp;amp; fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;The H1N1 virus is really no laughing matter.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how you're gonna laugh when you get quarantined alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just encountered another 'case' today.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE from sec2 was screaming away when I was queuing to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;You're in secondary school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;GROW UP.&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed in our kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;What's happened to our old society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*okay, this post is getting way off a usual blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Since our language papers are over,&lt;br /&gt;our chinese &amp;amp; english teachers have KINDLY given their periods to Miss Lam,&lt;br /&gt;so she could teach Bio.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 periods of Bio. (wait, it's 6 periods. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm from Literature yeah? Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent 3 periods doing chemistry &amp;amp; chatting with Germin.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! At least we did something constructive right?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Got back the Literature unseen-poetry test today.&lt;br /&gt;Got 68%.&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough for me. ):&lt;br /&gt;But I think the problem is because there wasn't enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then my points were all half-explained.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; those that focussed on less/one point scored better.&lt;br /&gt;Unfair, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;I've already decided to do some studying today.&lt;br /&gt;So, byebye,&lt;br /&gt;and goodluck to my studying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-5688868124240631192?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5688868124240631192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=5688868124240631192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5688868124240631192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/5688868124240631192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-hands-are-holding-me.html' title='Your hands are holding me ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7354915766432801773</id><published>2009-05-03T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:51:18.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are you looking for love; why are you still searching as if He&apos;s not enough.'/><title type='text'>by your side ,</title><content type='html'>HEYHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3rd May today.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, there's nothing special today ..&lt;br /&gt;I tried to study okay!&lt;br /&gt;Then I got distracted &amp;amp; went to do nat's present.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; doing halfway, I came to my computer and did random things.&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I haven't even started.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I can study better in weekdays than weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, these days, I'm wondering a lot about my past.&lt;br /&gt;Those memories.&lt;br /&gt;Why have God taken them away from me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a lesson?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a test?&lt;br /&gt;I need directions.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its a test of faith just like my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that it's from this that I get to know these greater friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;These better friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I also get to know my real friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those that really stood by me through any times.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God very much, for introducing Han into my life.&lt;br /&gt;He has really been a great influence &amp;amp; impact.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that he's an instrument that You have sent.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that You're making an even greater impact &amp;amp; influence.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I am loved by the King,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; it makes my heart want to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7354915766432801773?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7354915766432801773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7354915766432801773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7354915766432801773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7354915766432801773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-your-side.html' title='by your side ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3914637829883726619</id><published>2009-05-02T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:23:22.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and i&apos;ll be by your side whenever you fall; in the dead of night whenever you call.'/><title type='text'>i am holding on ,</title><content type='html'>HEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;Finally blogged eh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English &amp;amp; Chinese papers were easy, (meaning do-able.)&lt;br /&gt;and I liked the compo.&lt;br /&gt;But out of point, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;YO,&lt;br /&gt;I've changed the blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Nice ma? :D&lt;br /&gt;Finally bigger a little. (complains from small-eyed-people keep coming in. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna change the URL yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMMMMMS!&lt;br /&gt;MUGMUGMUG.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;I won't be on hiatus like the others, cause I need to de-stress, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. gonna go off now. (:&lt;br /&gt;byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SfxH1n5S80I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UbzZYKmO8hM/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+Faith+2-1+046+natbdayedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SfxH1n5S80I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UbzZYKmO8hM/s400/Beach+Trip+Faith+2-1+046+natbdayedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331215045467763522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYNATALIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; as I looked through those old photographs,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find natalie's picture,&lt;br /&gt;I got reminded of those happy times I had.&lt;br /&gt;Those good times I had.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had cherished those times.&lt;br /&gt;If only, too many ifonly(s).&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys, for all those memories.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that now, I should get a hold of myself and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are just memories.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the future with my pasts.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3914637829883726619?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3914637829883726619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3914637829883726619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3914637829883726619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3914637829883726619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-holding-on.html' title='i am holding on ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SfxH1n5S80I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UbzZYKmO8hM/s72-c/Beach+Trip+Faith+2-1+046+natbdayedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6998777131031022754</id><published>2009-04-26T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:35:28.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everytime we meet; it&apos;s like the unbearable heat to you.'/><title type='text'>EXAMS (?) ,</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;I guess you all must be feeling the exam stress!&lt;br /&gt;I AM TOO!&lt;br /&gt;English &amp;amp; Chinese papers on wed &amp;amp; thur.&lt;br /&gt;So excited, yet so scared.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed-feelings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you all who have been supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;Be it in cards/sms/msn/etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;THANKYOU LORD,&lt;br /&gt;for all these friends that you've given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all take on this path towards exams together.&lt;br /&gt;Brace ourselves, for it's gonna be quite a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveyoudeepdeeptoo. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6998777131031022754?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6998777131031022754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6998777131031022754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6998777131031022754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6998777131031022754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams.html' title='EXAMS (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-2551502047198501847</id><published>2009-04-24T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:55:43.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow will be a better day; tomorrow will be better than today.'/><title type='text'>shootingstars (?) ,</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited because its a FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the best day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch in school &amp;amp; came home early.&lt;br /&gt;'ve been coming home early these days.&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't REALLY study. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test today was not that hard, easy concepts.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not really sure how to read that screwgauge.&lt;br /&gt;Will be really happy if I passed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Okay as in it was easy questions, but I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I didn't study, not that I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't find that stupid paper.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you know what.&lt;br /&gt;After the test.&lt;br /&gt;I found that stupid paper inside my foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it wasn't all blanks, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song, finally (:&lt;br /&gt;Not very good lyrics though.&lt;br /&gt;But happy song anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Hope it helps you people out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow will be better than today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will forget yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause I don't need yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who can be there to bring me down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't fret," that's what I always tell myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday was good, today is better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow can't be any worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be an optimistic pessimist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to look at things differently, i'll be the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow is a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow is even greater than today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will forget the bad things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because they are just silly things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who can be there to bring me down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't fret," that's what I always tell myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday was good, today is better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow can't be any worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be an optimistic pessimist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to look at things differently, i'll be the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be an optimistic pessimist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to look at things differently, i'll be the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-2551502047198501847?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2551502047198501847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=2551502047198501847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2551502047198501847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/2551502047198501847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/shootingstars.html' title='shootingstars (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8051325356455572660</id><published>2009-04-22T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:12:28.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='even the rain falls - heaven cries for me; who are you to mean everything to me.'/><title type='text'>thinking of you ,</title><content type='html'>HEY.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mandie's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;See, there's friends that love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;it's choir's syf tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GOODLUCK CHOIR. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;sec2s need to learn to shutup.&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid boy keep talking when I asked him to stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;After the 3rd time, I kinda shouted &amp;amp; everyone turned back.&lt;br /&gt;Best technique ever: SHAME HIM.&lt;br /&gt;a hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so evil. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Feeling proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Councillor doing his job, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike someone. Everyday late or absent.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what to do then ask seniors la.&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting as if you're good &amp;amp; what.&lt;br /&gt;You always say you're busy with prefect's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;I have band, councillorjobs, social life.&lt;br /&gt;You only have the 2nd one and you're complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continued rant about sec2s/sec1s:&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting.&lt;br /&gt;You are not handsome.&lt;br /&gt;You are not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you are definitely not;&lt;br /&gt;with that shirt tuck out,&lt;br /&gt;skirt rolled soooooooooooooooooooooooo short,&lt;br /&gt;hair all over your face,&lt;br /&gt;shouting like uncles&amp;amp;aunties at the market,&lt;br /&gt;so extremely rude &amp;amp; vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you like to mix with bad company to ruin your lives?&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead people.&lt;br /&gt;Go get yourselves scarred.&lt;br /&gt;Look around, observe.&lt;br /&gt;Your upper secs think you guys are shit.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY,&lt;br /&gt;you need a freaking mirror in your face.&lt;br /&gt;What's with GM nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;What's with the kids nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Where's your manners?&lt;br /&gt;Hey government,&lt;br /&gt;stop asking SG to produce babies,&lt;br /&gt;cause the babies are super spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how they're gonna run the country okay?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PS: Thankyouloads for the sensible lowersec people.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8051325356455572660?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8051325356455572660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8051325356455572660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8051325356455572660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8051325356455572660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='thinking of you ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-390314489717586668</id><published>2009-04-18T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:44:16.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re the air that I breathe to survive; and without you my sun doesn&apos;t shine.'/><title type='text'>hello ,</title><content type='html'>Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Apr 09, 08:36&lt;br /&gt;JASSIEEE;: UPDATE, UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;17 Apr 09, 20:57&lt;br /&gt;JASSIEEE;: Heh, i can't stop laughiing! COME LAUGH WITH ME UH!&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: ._. Laugh at beggarSIM &amp;amp; lor mee. there, updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Apr 09, 22:07&lt;br /&gt;ZhA0rOng: i never teach u to be racist ok -.-&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: Of course. You think you're so influencial? hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Apr 09, 20:56&lt;br /&gt;HuiTingL: i also eventually stand ther alone for almost half an hour just to fan xing on wat i hv done wrong!actually nver mind just forget it ba sorry to u n xie yu too damn zibi de&lt;br /&gt;17 Apr 09, 20:54&lt;br /&gt;HuiTingL: ya beggar sim n chew today saw u al in Kallang sry i din say hi to u.SORRY ADAM i'm really din mean to anger u up de but anyway sry u said me le so dun angry anymore 1st time cing u so angry!&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: o.o really very zibi de. yfyfyfyf. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Apr 09, 20:51&lt;br /&gt;faith: relink-ed please&lt;br /&gt;17 Apr 09, 20:48&lt;br /&gt;faith: relink-ed please&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Apr 09, 23:12&lt;br /&gt;YUKELING: oops, added in le ~&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: hoho. I was joking really, but thanks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, haven't been blogging for long,&lt;br /&gt;cause someone keeps snatching the com with me. (!*@&amp;amp;^#)&lt;br /&gt;So basically, here's what's with me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Got the book "PS, ILY." Great book man. The resilience &amp;amp; ingenious husband inspired me loads. Just halfway through the book. Bro got it for me on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Worrying over art. &lt;s&gt;Considered&lt;/s&gt; Decided taking art with Andy as another subject. Have to 'self-study' art or take outside courses 'cause the school don't offer official/formal lessons for art, for sec3. darnnnnn. That is if Miss Ho accepts so, after Mr Sim fights for it for us. It's gonna be a tough route. Needs lots of discipline to 'study' for art, for O's. ESPECIALLY without any reaaaal lessons. So please do pray for me for this. [hinthint, prayer request :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. And the rest is just normal.&lt;br /&gt;Coming up...&lt;br /&gt;TO-DO-LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Change this blogskin that everyone complains is too small, and are too lazy to CTRL&amp;amp;+ to enlarge it. [OPTIONAL, meaning if i'm free. ==]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish my "PS, ILY" then borrow a Cecelia Ahern book from someone. [a want, not need.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get back to my friends that have stranded from me due to my business. I'm real sorry. ): [ a want, and kind of a need.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Really tidy up &lt;s&gt;my(&amp;amp;MYBROTHER)&lt;/s&gt; OUR room. [sure to procrastinate on this, maybe during june hols? :X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Start revising &amp;amp; preparing for the MYEs. &amp;amp; fast. [veryveryveryveryveryveryvery important. Lord, please give me enough discipline for so!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Study for that Physics test next friday. [Important!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Practise &amp;amp; learn my piano chords so that I may play for worship next time. [OPTIONAL.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Read my missionary book by Elizabeth Elliot. [dued weeks. &amp;amp; probably gonna let this continue to be overdued. Probably june hols too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Continue composing songs/poems.[will be possible if i had more time with com. actually had inspirations, just no means of carrying them out, partly cause i'm lazy to write than type. IF I HAVE FREE TIME.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. PROJECT WORK. [ohhhh noooooo. a must -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Draw. Color. Decorate. Do something artsy. Itching fingers. Hope someone would give me a 'job' on this. hhhahahahhaha. [okay, this is optional.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeell.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot eh.&lt;br /&gt;More to be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YF today was veryyy interesting &amp;amp; fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was better than usual, [which is so awesome cause yf is already fun for me. :D]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lord for having thoughts like "I dread tomorrow's sermon." or "Service tomorrow, booooooorring."&lt;br /&gt;May He renew my soul &amp;amp; make me alert &amp;amp; calm so that I may be able to absorb tomorrow's sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go sleep or I'll wake up late for tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night people. (:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-390314489717586668?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/390314489717586668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=390314489717586668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/390314489717586668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/390314489717586668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='hello ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6040780597617853114</id><published>2009-04-13T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:30:32.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'mpossible ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;tag replies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13 Apr 09, 17:08&lt;br /&gt;LOREN(:-: err means i've got 2 blogs..get it? :X&lt;br /&gt;13 Apr 09, 17:07&lt;br /&gt;LOREN(:-: heyy. link my 2nd blog ( optional ) just give you the link in case you want to (: tagg ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: Ahh, lazy. I'll just go to that blog from your blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;12 Apr 09, 20:22&lt;br /&gt;HuiTingL: yala wat is at e expenses of HuiTing why nt revenue or sales BEGGER also wat thats?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: ... You're a beggar. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 23:43&lt;br /&gt;ZhA0rOng: dam racist -.-&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 23:43&lt;br /&gt;ZhA0rOng: dam racist -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: You taught me de lo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:48&lt;br /&gt;fx: i'm jealous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: Eh? Don't be, don't be. hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:31&lt;br /&gt;ShizukaHio: Signing Out~ OMG!&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:31&lt;br /&gt;ShizukaHio: btw please explain to huting wad is expense ;D lols&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:30&lt;br /&gt;ShizukaHio: o.o;;&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:30&lt;br /&gt;ShizukaHio: *Sarcastic manner* Omg... who did that *points fingders XD&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:29&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: o.o&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:29&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: i &lt;3 You!&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:29&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: how nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:29&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: o.o spam&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:29&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: bored.&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:28&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: hello ;D alalalla~&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:28&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: ahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 20:28&lt;br /&gt;ZeeApples 'R'MadeofApples: o.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: Lol. You must be extremely boredddd to the max! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 17:36&lt;br /&gt;tris: sori! here i wish u a belated b'dae! D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: HAHA, it's okay yo! (: thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 14:03&lt;br /&gt;JASSIEEE;: I found out your deep secrets!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: Ya. I'm a guy. O:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 13:30&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE: haha.Eh, NOT FAIR! How come Sean de name is CAPITALISED de?!&lt;br /&gt;11 Apr 09, 13:30&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE: haha.Eh, NOT FAIR! How come Sean de name is CAPITALISED de?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: hahaha. 'cause at first i forgot to put his name. So it's a make up lo. (: You want capitalize also can. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11 Apr 09, 12:53&lt;br /&gt;` AMELIA -: ahah okayy . great mind thinks alike :D we both used the same song :D ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: Hahahh. I'm better. OBVIOUSLY RIGHT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You said move on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I guess second best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;is all I will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6040780597617853114?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6040780597617853114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6040780597617853114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6040780597617853114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6040780597617853114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/impossible.html' title='i&apos;mpossible ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-9069525166127488259</id><published>2009-04-10T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:02:36.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ll protect you from the pain; you&apos;ll never hurt again.'/><title type='text'>withered ,</title><content type='html'>HAPPYBIRTHDAY(S)ALSONSOH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is for tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 20:17&lt;br /&gt;ZhA0rOng: eheh what black one wtf? -.- dam racist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just speaking the truth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 19:03&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE: HEYHEY:D HA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THINKING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 18:21&lt;br /&gt;germin: sorry adam.din manage to get you a present:(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 17:53&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ting: Adam trying to brag. Aiyo. See his face red red liao. LOL. Hey hey hey, its not your&lt;br /&gt;day. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I prefer orange!&lt;br /&gt;Next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 11:16&lt;br /&gt;Jaywhy.: eh what cat couple, watashi wa cat janai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are! hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Neko neko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 11:06&lt;br /&gt;JASSIEEE;: OIL PASTELS ! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 07:57&lt;br /&gt;Yanting: random girl?!?! lols.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, random girl ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 02:46&lt;br /&gt;JUNTIAN: LOL you didn't say who sent you the bulk of your 30smses! HAHAHA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 Apr 09, 00:42&lt;br /&gt;fx: sorry for double posting!&lt;br /&gt;10 Apr 09, 00:41&lt;br /&gt;fx: what?! crumpler?! and mr kee is bias, bias!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay crumpler. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaahhah ;p He's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Apr 09, 23:00&lt;br /&gt;amelia sng: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!:) must wish me happy bdae too next time.&lt;br /&gt;9 Apr 09, 22:59&lt;br /&gt;amelia sng: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha, advance happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Apr 09, 22:56&lt;br /&gt;` AMELIA -: eeeeeeeeeee , heyheyhey , you used my idea ! in about one more hour , it's gonna return back to sloot's day ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your idea okay ;p&lt;br /&gt;lol! mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Apr 09, 22:47&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn: HEYYOO! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORHS! MUHAHAHAH! 1 YR OLDER LIAO HOR! must call u big korkor =P jkjk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU. I'm already big korkor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Apr 09, 22:42&lt;br /&gt;Pedobear: Gayfag your mom. Quuer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's queer*. She ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Apr 09, 22:35&lt;br /&gt;Alson: Happy birthday! Mine's tomorrow :D I want my prezzie tmr!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY. hahahha, you received le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9 Apr 09, 22:29&lt;br /&gt;deborah !: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!(X15)there.I wished you another time(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thank you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;we all, like lost sheep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;have gone astray; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;each of us has turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;to their own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-9069525166127488259?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/9069525166127488259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=9069525166127488259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9069525166127488259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9069525166127488259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/withered.html' title='withered ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-9129904516353732448</id><published>2009-04-09T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:13:37.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey hey hey; it&apos;s adam&apos;s day.'/><title type='text'>heyheyhey ,</title><content type='html'>heyheyhey,&lt;br /&gt;it's ADAM'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out as myself waking up, with 30sms!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fastforward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I was not allowed to go to canteen!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;was "touring" with ryan &amp;amp; joy.&lt;br /&gt;We called Miss Lam to join us.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates sang bday song for me, then make me blow the candle.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lo.&lt;br /&gt;They bought the "undying" candle.&lt;br /&gt;Blow le will "revive" again de.&lt;br /&gt;THE CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;it's so freaking deliciousssssss/oishiiiiii/perfectoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;CHEESECAKE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS;&lt;br /&gt;No test because it's my bday.&lt;br /&gt;lalala :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fastforward-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTERSCHOOL;&lt;br /&gt;basically just stayed back with usual people.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around abit, (actually ALOT.)&lt;br /&gt;then came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, to the presents;&lt;br /&gt;MOUNTING BOARD - Casandra, Jean, Gladys, Germin, Claire, Zion, Alson, JoyN, Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" keychain - Janson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burnt" card - Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oil Pastels" - Jassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Named keychain - Hui Ting S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrero Rochere - Mr Kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumpler bag - Mdm Chua, Jasmine, Angel, Zichao, Karen, Linus, Jonathan, Pakhrin, Yun Cui, Zion, Sheng Wen, Lionel, SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace" book - JoyN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith" book - Hui Ting L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love" book - Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh" ORANGE myuk pencil box - Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the people who wished me happy birthday! (not in whatever order);&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chua &lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; @2148;3/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine  &lt;i&gt;best!&lt;/i&gt; @0642;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel  &lt;i&gt;best!&lt;/i&gt; @0830;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy  &lt;i&gt;best!&lt;/i&gt; @0720;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yin  &lt;i&gt;YIN! :D&lt;/i&gt; @2024;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Han  &lt;i&gt;HAN! :D&lt;/i&gt; @1011;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn  &lt;i&gt;sentimental one!&lt;/i&gt; @0623;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Chao  &lt;i&gt;the one who copied my specs. O:&lt;/i&gt; @1456;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhaorong  &lt;i&gt;black one -.-&lt;/i&gt; @0720;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ting L  &lt;i&gt;bu yao lame arh!&lt;/i&gt; @29/3 &amp;amp; 8/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Hui  &lt;i&gt;jie!&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Yee  &lt;i&gt;mei (?)&lt;/i&gt; @29/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina  &lt;i&gt;friend (:&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael Loh &lt;i&gt;oh man!&lt;/i&gt; @0650;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chien Ling  &lt;i&gt;lit classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @1533;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle S  &lt;i&gt;lit classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @1533;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah C  &lt;i&gt;lit classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @1533;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace G  &lt;i&gt;my lovely senior. &lt;/i&gt; @2130 5/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P Jia Min  &lt;i&gt;another lovely senior.&lt;/i&gt; @2313;6/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Tian  &lt;i&gt;orange lover like me! :D&lt;/i&gt; @2359;8/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Lee  &lt;i&gt;senior!&lt;/i&gt; @2320;6/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers (generally all) from church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters (generally all) from church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy  &lt;i&gt;(:&lt;/i&gt; @5/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu Feng  &lt;i&gt;luffy!&lt;/i&gt; @1332;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean  &lt;i&gt;CEO of crumpler association. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan  &lt;i&gt;seating partner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linus C  &lt;i&gt;gayfag. --&lt;/i&gt; @0002;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan T WL  &lt;i&gt;equivalent to linus (?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Cui  &lt;i&gt;LYC&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakhrin  &lt;i&gt;the one who loves playing with scissors.&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandie  &lt;i&gt;Meander!&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion  &lt;i&gt;catcouple.&lt;/i&gt; @0701;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean  &lt;i&gt;catcouple.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alson  &lt;i&gt;getting the girl below as gf soon. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps; this sucker sent happybirthday to casandra. noob right? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casandra  &lt;i&gt;yellow!&lt;/i&gt; @0010;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy N  &lt;i&gt;to the world!&lt;/i&gt; @2230;6/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germin  &lt;i&gt;germs!&lt;/i&gt; @0940;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys  &lt;i&gt;glad!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie  &lt;i&gt;NAT!&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire  &lt;i&gt;kuh-laire!&lt;/i&gt; @1021;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelene  &lt;i&gt;jel (or gel :D)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jassie  &lt;i&gt;Noob!&lt;/i&gt; @0004;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ting S  &lt;i&gt;Beggar!&lt;/i&gt; @1520;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice  &lt;i&gt;saxophone!&lt;/i&gt; @1453;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Fei  &lt;i&gt;euphonium!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loren &lt;i&gt;f1/4!&lt;/i&gt; @1011;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keng Ling  &lt;i&gt;f1/4!&lt;/i&gt; @1011;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Ong  &lt;i&gt;f1/4!&lt;/i&gt; @1011;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna  &lt;i&gt;f1/4!&lt;/i&gt; @1012;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith &lt;i&gt;the jumpy one!&lt;/i&gt; @0639;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita &lt;i&gt;dinosaur!&lt;/i&gt; @2248;6/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel C  &lt;i&gt;chinese standard as bad as me de.&lt;/i&gt; @0550;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia L  &lt;i&gt;some sec2 choir member?&lt;/i&gt; @8/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi  &lt;i&gt;fellow flautist!&lt;/i&gt; @2359;8/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry  &lt;i&gt;band senior!&lt;/i&gt; @0000;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaijin  &lt;i&gt;same birthday! :D&lt;/i&gt; @0001;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin  &lt;i&gt;cousin!&lt;/i&gt; @0005;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui C  &lt;i&gt;trumpeteer&lt;/i&gt; @0648;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin  &lt;i&gt;cute one!&lt;/i&gt; @0701;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Sai  &lt;i&gt;heyheyhey, it'smybday!&lt;/i&gt; @1410;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Jie  &lt;i&gt;clarinetist!&lt;/i&gt; @1411;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan T JJ  &lt;i&gt;6hope-ian!&lt;/i&gt; @0650;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslin Eng  &lt;i&gt;EXEXbandmajor ;p&lt;/i&gt; @0650;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo Xin  &lt;i&gt;seniorbuddy!&lt;/i&gt; @0700;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hui Lee  &lt;i&gt;senior!&lt;/i&gt; @0715;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Chew  &lt;i&gt;senior!&lt;/i&gt; @0720;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ting C  &lt;i&gt;senior!&lt;/i&gt; @0830;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy L  &lt;i&gt;righthandbrok-ed guy.&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl T  &lt;i&gt;some tall idiot. :D&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Fang  &lt;i&gt;wl-obsession.&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min L  &lt;i&gt;wl-obsession.&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen T  &lt;i&gt;kathuukaloo! (:&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen A S  &lt;i&gt;O:&lt;/i&gt; @0835;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene W  &lt;i&gt;happy guy (:&lt;/i&gt; @0915;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kee  &lt;i&gt;thankyou for chocolates.:D&lt;/i&gt; @1000;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lam  &lt;i&gt;form teacher!&lt;/i&gt; @1000;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy T  &lt;i&gt;catchphrase - "how's your voice?" :D&lt;/i&gt; @1000;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle T  &lt;i&gt;classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @1020;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian Nam  &lt;i&gt;classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @1215;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amabel C  &lt;i&gt;belllllll!&lt;/i&gt; @1410;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheng Wen  &lt;i&gt;swswswsw&lt;/i&gt; @1410;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel L  &lt;i&gt;flute junior! (:&lt;/i&gt; @1440;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eun Jin  &lt;i&gt;fellow flautist!&lt;/i&gt; @1510;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Lee  &lt;i&gt;saxophonist!&lt;/i&gt; @1510;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hao  &lt;i&gt;fellow flautist! &amp;amp;bandmajortobe (?)&lt;/i&gt; @1515;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elissa L  &lt;i&gt;EXbandmajor ;p&lt;/i&gt; @1555;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul R  &lt;i&gt;EXASSbandmajor ;p&lt;/i&gt; @0544;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Jun  &lt;i&gt;EXdrummajor ;p&lt;/i&gt; @1904;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad  &lt;i&gt;duh, dad-.-&lt;/i&gt; @1555;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Aurelia Ang  &lt;i&gt;randomNICEteacher!&lt;/i&gt; @1600;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Huai  &lt;i&gt;fellow flautist! &amp;amp;EXsl&lt;/i&gt; @1600;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl W  &lt;i&gt;senior!&lt;/i&gt; @1600;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ting  &lt;i&gt;randomgirl! hahah&lt;/i&gt; @1600;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas H  &lt;i&gt;(:&lt;/i&gt; @1750;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Mei L  &lt;i&gt;senior!&lt;/i&gt; @1810;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heiser  &lt;i&gt;cousin!&lt;/i&gt; @2020;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Feng  &lt;i&gt;tutor!&lt;/i&gt; @1901;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Hong  &lt;i&gt;hahahahah&lt;/i&gt; @2044;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle  &lt;i&gt;sec1!&lt;/i&gt; @2049;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy  &lt;i&gt;friend (:&lt;/i&gt; @2134;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lionel  &lt;i&gt;classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @1355;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Kang  &lt;i&gt;classmate!&lt;/i&gt; @2348;9/4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;ihadthebestday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;withyouALLtoday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-9129904516353732448?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/9129904516353732448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=9129904516353732448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9129904516353732448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9129904516353732448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyheyhey.html' title='heyheyhey ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3018817661020264133</id><published>2009-04-08T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:38:12.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s nearing so fast; and gone would be the past.'/><title type='text'>excited ,</title><content type='html'>yes. in about 20~22min, it'll be 9th april.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3018817661020264133?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3018817661020264133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3018817661020264133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3018817661020264133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3018817661020264133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/excited.html' title='excited ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8556440141276936601</id><published>2009-04-04T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:20:59.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lashes are dry; but with teardrops i cry.'/><title type='text'>blessed ,</title><content type='html'>THANKYOU LORD,&lt;br /&gt;for yet another wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, yf shared about PLAYMAX!&lt;br /&gt;It's an event that's coming up during the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;There, you get to shop, play, eat &amp;amp; watch live peformances!&lt;br /&gt;It's on 12&amp;amp;13 June.&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to come, please approach me for signup forms, etc.&lt;br /&gt;More details here: &lt;a href="http://www.playmax.sg"&gt;http://www.playmax.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO COME!&lt;br /&gt;You can't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, exciting!&lt;br /&gt;After yf, had dinner &amp;amp; went back to EL.&lt;br /&gt;There, we celebrated the birthday of 3...&lt;br /&gt;Reggie, Kelvin, &amp;amp; ME!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. THANKYOU BROTHERS&lt;br /&gt;FOR SUCH A WONDERFUL CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it ain't much,&lt;br /&gt;it's really the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;So. THANKYOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;i'mstilllookingforwardtoTHURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8556440141276936601?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8556440141276936601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8556440141276936601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8556440141276936601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8556440141276936601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessed.html' title='blessed ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1956357883983711911</id><published>2009-04-03T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:24:44.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fear of living in regret; i changed this one when we first met.'/><title type='text'>always (?) ,</title><content type='html'>I AM HAPPY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Cause.. my gang came over to my place today to kind of 'celebrate' my birthday! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Andy gave me my present!&lt;br /&gt;Some DIY decorative thing, &amp;amp; a "FRIENDS" decorative stand.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates. B'day card. &amp;amp; an awesomeeeeeeee-most notebook.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's advance celebration again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to next thurs , O9/O4/O9.&lt;br /&gt;HEE, SOOOOOOOO excited &amp;amp; anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nervous because of the tests -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Chemistry test&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Literature test, Chinese test, EMath test&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: English grammar test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;: Physics test&lt;br /&gt;Friday is GOODFRIDAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna study!&lt;br /&gt;[ If I can remember to :X ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced THANKYOU(S) [loaaaaaaaaads!] to everyone who's currently busy with getting ready my presents, etc. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;SPECIAL THANKYOU TO MDM CHUA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;onetree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;startsaforest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;onebird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;heraldsspring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;onecandle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;wipesoutdarkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;onetruefriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;makeslifeworthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1956357883983711911?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1956357883983711911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1956357883983711911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1956357883983711911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1956357883983711911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/always.html' title='always (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3260291523062037923</id><published>2009-04-02T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:38:48.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skip a step in life; and you miss an exciting dive.'/><title type='text'>contentment ,</title><content type='html'>I know it's kinda late to announce this, but...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (O1/O4/O9), GMband performed at syf, &amp;amp; got a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;SILVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda fun on stage, haha, so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's my first &amp;amp; last, I think we did quite well.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but we all think we could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, rid off the stress.&lt;br /&gt;No band till MYEs are over! ~&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'll go back to coach sec1s.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah, I'm like so good right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLYING TAGS HERE (for once) ... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEAN&lt;/u&gt; ; He's my friend ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANDY&lt;/u&gt; ; O:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASSIE&lt;/u&gt; ; Yup. Taiwan is nice! YAY SILVER. What sucks? Honeysun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUITING&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ; Yup! &amp;amp; I got tag lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YUKELING&lt;/u&gt; ; YUP! Silverrr! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LINUS&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ; We silver-ed, sucker. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOLZ&lt;/u&gt; ; I don't talk to people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHUFANG&lt;/u&gt; ; Haha, it's okay. Thankyous!(:&lt;br /&gt;-end of replies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;whathappenedtoforever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3260291523062037923?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3260291523062037923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3260291523062037923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3260291523062037923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3260291523062037923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/04/contentment.html' title='contentment ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1828207192039526268</id><published>2009-03-30T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:57:26.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let time stop; this can wait.'/><title type='text'>fallfromgrace(?) ,</title><content type='html'>HEYYO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sectionals after school at band today.&lt;br /&gt;SYF is in 2 days time. (01/04/09)&lt;br /&gt;[ &amp;amp; i still haven't got my new blazer&amp;amp;pants. ): ]&lt;br /&gt;currently being held up with some friendship things,&lt;br /&gt;as always;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; do you guys know what's up next thursday?&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahahha , go find out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;crumpler please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;bestfriendsarelikediamonds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;precious&amp;amp;rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;falsefriendsarelikeleaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;foundeverywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1828207192039526268?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1828207192039526268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1828207192039526268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1828207192039526268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1828207192039526268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/03/fallfromgrace.html' title='fallfromgrace(?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8022745606198151826</id><published>2009-03-29T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:51:26.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love your enemies; do good to those who hurt you.'/><title type='text'>say alright, say okay,</title><content type='html'>YOYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with HuiTingL, WenHui, ChienLing, MinYee, Regina, Andy,&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate my bday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 2 weeks in advance -.-&lt;br /&gt;Sakae-ed for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;$81!&lt;br /&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp; sooooo ex.&lt;br /&gt;They bought me chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU.&lt;br /&gt;Then we just walked &amp;amp; shopped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YF!&lt;br /&gt;Went late, :X.&lt;br /&gt;9fruits again.&lt;br /&gt;After yf, went to celebrate LUFFY's bday.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so fun.&lt;br /&gt;2cakes in 1 day!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they sang "Welcome To The Family" to me!&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU.&lt;br /&gt;then dinner-ed &amp;amp; slacked around till 10pm &amp;amp; came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ULTIMATELY SORRY FOR NOT GOING BAND.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I'M GONNA DO MY SECTIONALS WELL TO MAKE UP FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;icouldsingofyourloveforever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8022745606198151826?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8022745606198151826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8022745606198151826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8022745606198151826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8022745606198151826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-alright-say-okay.html' title='say alright, say okay,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1558463898336092750</id><published>2009-03-27T22:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:19:01.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s always firsts and lasts; but don&apos;t ever try to remember the hurtful pasts.'/><title type='text'>firsts &amp; lasts ,</title><content type='html'>YOYOYO.&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures, as promised, of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CAS&lt;/span&gt;'s bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Gladys's place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczsCTAu1pI/AAAAAAAAAno/EGH03B0beQA/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczsCTAu1pI/AAAAAAAAAno/EGH03B0beQA/s200/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317884784224949906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczsCJnZK_I/AAAAAAAAAng/uwkR4NJOLBc/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczsCJnZK_I/AAAAAAAAAng/uwkR4NJOLBc/s200/DSC01312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317884781702753266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczrDrlgufI/AAAAAAAAAnY/49EY5Ql8GAQ/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczrDIDva8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/B66ulcOqTAQ/s200/DSC01316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317883698953022402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczrDKgMbmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WvofRZYSYe0/s1600-h/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczrDKgMbmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WvofRZYSYe0/s200/DSC01318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317883699609235042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqIcOfOuI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wfIdLN2uNeI/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqIcOfOuI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wfIdLN2uNeI/s200/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317882690754525922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqIaanFII/AAAAAAAAAmo/dbNOAKAUq-s/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqIaanFII/AAAAAAAAAmo/dbNOAKAUq-s/s200/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317882690268501122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqH_esjMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iwpdvtcQ6T4/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqH_esjMI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iwpdvtcQ6T4/s200/DSC01325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317882683037879490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqH6ALWEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cDJLNm681zg/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqH6ALWEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cDJLNm681zg/s200/DSC01327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317882681567696962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqHlOaEDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QPvEkGvdrTU/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczqHlOaEDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QPvEkGvdrTU/s200/DSC01328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317882675990237234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpJCrPHZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VpdZ6GymuK4/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpJCrPHZI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VpdZ6GymuK4/s200/DSC01332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881601564024210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpIykhGHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9L81MlCjfds/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpIykhGHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9L81MlCjfds/s200/DSC01339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881597240875122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpI95SVKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wt3VwS5OYc0/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpI95SVKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wt3VwS5OYc0/s200/DSC01340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881600280777890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpIlflobI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AP4hY7PgBig/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpIlflobI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AP4hY7PgBig/s200/DSC01341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881593730539954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpIdhbVoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Z333Ac2Cg1w/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczpIdhbVoI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Z333Ac2Cg1w/s200/DSC01346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881591590770306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo-Wy6SGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/yS4PJsFfvtw/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo-Wy6SGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/yS4PJsFfvtw/s200/DSC01347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881417986361442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nice slippers/shoes at the stairs by C&amp;amp;C,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo-NdjWWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6WR60e5iCo0/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo-NdjWWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/6WR60e5iCo0/s200/DSC01349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881415480858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys's mom's van, to ECP. thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo90mLvkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ej8ASzt4Djk/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo90mLvkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ej8ASzt4Djk/s200/DSC01352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881408806174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo91_7M4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ITPvvVvNijQ/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo91_7M4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ITPvvVvNijQ/s200/DSC01353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881409182577538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo9k5JzTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fhw5tM9xX-U/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/Sczo9k5JzTI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fhw5tM9xX-U/s200/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317881404590771506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczoRjTnaHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/BHklW99GHEM/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczoRjTnaHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/BHklW99GHEM/s200/DSC01356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317880648250648690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYlKQ4kI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QOFbXn505vk/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYlKQ4kI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QOFbXn505vk/s200/DSC01359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317879669495751234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYfAGfrI/AAAAAAAAAko/W1mHFcc4rwE/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYfAGfrI/AAAAAAAAAko/W1mHFcc4rwE/s200/DSC01361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317879667842514610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYbJV5WI/AAAAAAAAAkg/hIzSWfJ1VGE/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYbJV5WI/AAAAAAAAAkg/hIzSWfJ1VGE/s200/DSC01362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317879666807530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's this, ahahhaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYI89q0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQRqWHCh-_E/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYI89q0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQRqWHCh-_E/s200/DSC01363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317879661923773250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's this. ahahahaah ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYP74cBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EUdfl7msIDg/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/ScznYP74cBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EUdfl7msIDg/s200/DSC01348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317879663798284306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;eeeeeeeeeex-tra-boyzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1558463898336092750?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1558463898336092750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1558463898336092750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1558463898336092750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1558463898336092750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/03/firsts-lasts.html' title='firsts &amp; lasts ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_4itL71wIG5Y/SczsCTAu1pI/AAAAAAAAAno/EGH03B0beQA/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1008148208991177746</id><published>2009-03-26T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:24:56.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you won&apos;t affect our lives; we&apos;ll let you continue destroying yours.'/><title type='text'>getback (?) ,</title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome birthday for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Casandra&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload pictures another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somehow, I'm glad I'm not in threeone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOME PEOPLE&lt;/u&gt; should really destroy their computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&amp;amp;i'mpissedwithcomputeraddicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;damnyouforruiningOURlives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1008148208991177746?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1008148208991177746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1008148208991177746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1008148208991177746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1008148208991177746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/03/getback.html' title='getback (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8303898314862262637</id><published>2009-03-22T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:32:59.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when darkness turns to light; it ends tonight.'/><title type='text'>it ends tonight,</title><content type='html'>In just a few minutes time, at 12am, school hols will officially be over.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I completely wasted a week doing practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, give thanks unto The Lord for guiding me through this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quiz;&lt;br /&gt;(ripped off zion's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 50 reactions:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Milk Tea ._.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;: Toast. yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chool&lt;/strong&gt;: GM!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Your crush&lt;/strong&gt;: Paramore, crushcrushcrush.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;: God.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;The President&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah bian.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Yummy&lt;/strong&gt;: Toast. (?)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Cars&lt;/strong&gt;: Mercs.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Movie&lt;/strong&gt;: KungFu Panda ! :D&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;: Witch.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;World&lt;/strong&gt;: Dying.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Bed&lt;/strong&gt;: Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Hate&lt;/strong&gt;: Sins.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Fear&lt;/strong&gt;: Loneliness. ._.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't divorce.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Ms Loh MEIYIN. (:&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Slippers&lt;/strong&gt;: Sandles.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;: Kappa. (black&amp;amp;white. :D)&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Asians&lt;/strong&gt;: Food.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Past time&lt;/strong&gt;: Songs.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Save the world&lt;/strong&gt;: 3Rs.&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;My cellphone&lt;/strong&gt;: SMS.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Smoke&lt;/strong&gt;: Resist from taking in, training for long breath.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;: Angels.&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;College&lt;/strong&gt;: Poly.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;School life&lt;/strong&gt;: Rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Pyjamas&lt;/strong&gt;: Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Stars&lt;/strong&gt;: Moon.&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Center&lt;/strong&gt;: Middle (?)&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;Alcohol&lt;/strong&gt;: Waiting to try.&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;The word love&lt;/strong&gt;: Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;: Love.&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;: Greed.&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Heartache&lt;/strong&gt;: Some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt;: is money.&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Divorce&lt;/strong&gt;: Scarred.&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Dog&lt;/strong&gt;: Woof.&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Cat&lt;/strong&gt;: Meow.&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Parents&lt;/strong&gt;: Too demanding.&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Babies&lt;/strong&gt;: Are cute.&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Games&lt;/strong&gt;: No-lifers&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;Song&lt;/strong&gt;: Untouched.&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Orange.&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Weddings&lt;/strong&gt;: Formal.&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;Pizza&lt;/strong&gt;: Party.&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Hangout&lt;/strong&gt;: Friends.&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;Rest&lt;/strong&gt;: Now, with bed beside me.&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;Goal&lt;/strong&gt;: SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;Inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;: Everything &amp;amp; Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;schooldays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8303898314862262637?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8303898314862262637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8303898314862262637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8303898314862262637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8303898314862262637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-ends-tonight.html' title='it ends tonight,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8526548856690225223</id><published>2009-03-20T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:46:44.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i feel so untouched; and i want you so much.'/><title type='text'>untouched (?) ,</title><content type='html'>so.. after such a long time of procrastination,&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally blogging .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;To sum up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rot all day with the com. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Tuesday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biblestudy-ed,&lt;br /&gt;with the angels singing my name,&lt;br /&gt;for I have went back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thursday&amp;amp;Friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandcamp-ed/bandexchange-ed&lt;br /&gt;mac with HuiTingS, JiaYi, Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;were kinda gossiping about people. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, pretty much a boring holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Still so much homework not done though. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So tired after band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-reminder: 'JIAYOU FOR SYF'. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;ijustcan'tresistyou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;it'snotenoughtosaythat,&lt;br /&gt;imissyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8526548856690225223?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8526548856690225223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8526548856690225223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8526548856690225223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8526548856690225223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/03/untouched.html' title='untouched (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-3732428013174238797</id><published>2009-02-28T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:14:02.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being with you is so dysfunctional; I really shouldn&apos;t miss you but I can&apos;t let you go.'/><title type='text'>dysfunctional (?) ,</title><content type='html'>Faith1/4 gathering today!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them at mrt at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to busstop at kallang.&lt;br /&gt;Waited till 3:30pm for SHUFANG! ;x&lt;br /&gt;Reached ECP at about 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then the others scolded us for being late, and decided on going to Parkway Parade. (Where we just went from.)&lt;br /&gt;(PS: We haven't ate till then.)&lt;br /&gt;And they showed us attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Treated us like what ?&lt;br /&gt;You all tired, we not tired?&lt;br /&gt;Still say need walk very long &amp;amp; crap.&lt;br /&gt;Please, think about us.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the class spirit?&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed, so is ShuFang.&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH/DINNER-ed at food court.&lt;br /&gt;Then window-shopped around.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take cab home from there.&lt;br /&gt;10 people - 2 people (jenna&amp;amp;andy) = 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;4 persons 1 cab.&lt;br /&gt;So we(SF, Merv, Marc, Me) let them(Lvin, Lren, JH, JN) take the first cab.&lt;br /&gt;We hailed for cabs for veryyyyyyyyyyy long.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;Heavily.&lt;br /&gt;We were wet.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we got into a cab!&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Mervyn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this trip is a very good chance to test the class's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, it wasn't really there.&lt;br /&gt;The class was chopped up into their own groups.&lt;br /&gt;SF, as senior pal, and me, as pal, we really took all the responsibility for them.&lt;br /&gt;We took care of them &amp;amp; scolded them.&lt;br /&gt;This was really a very good experience for me to learn about how to be a NANNY!&lt;br /&gt;ahah!&lt;br /&gt;It really is a good chance to bond also.&lt;br /&gt;Like, we all(5people) shared SF's umbrella when there was the sudden rain.&lt;br /&gt;Really fun &amp;amp; exciting!&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see some people's true colors.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the responsibility is actually kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think that the school should implement this as part of the sec1 orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they can put the PALS in full control over them, this not only trains the pal but also tests the class bonding.&lt;br /&gt;I shall propose this next year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;great job for the person who planned this.&lt;br /&gt;Though we didn't have much activities.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you(s):&lt;br /&gt;; F1/4 people.&lt;br /&gt;; Shu Fang&lt;br /&gt;; Joey(though you only took part in the traveling &amp;amp; waiting ;x)&lt;br /&gt;; Andy(for accompanying me! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1/4 '09! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-3732428013174238797?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3732428013174238797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=3732428013174238797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3732428013174238797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/3732428013174238797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dysfunctional.html' title='dysfunctional (?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8164021076662389042</id><published>2009-02-24T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:18:50.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramour; you&apos;re my paramore.'/><title type='text'>paramour(?) ,</title><content type='html'>RANDOM quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Alson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Architect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : Amethyst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Armband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : Apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Air freshener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : Asked someone out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : AHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : A Bug's Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : Apple Cider [ Though I can't, yet. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : ABBA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Aligatorrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Aljunied Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Austin ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Always Be My Baby - David Cook/Mariah Carey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8164021076662389042?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8164021076662389042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8164021076662389042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8164021076662389042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8164021076662389042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/paramour.html' title='paramour(?) ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8480165966169404079</id><published>2009-02-23T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:25:55.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;cause we belong together now; forever united here somehow.'/><title type='text'>post 150,</title><content type='html'>answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;WATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8480165966169404079?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8480165966169404079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8480165966169404079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8480165966169404079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8480165966169404079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-150.html' title='post 150,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7672395974468453219</id><published>2009-02-18T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:50:25.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell me why you&apos;re so hard to forget; don&apos;t remind me i&apos;m not over it.'/><title type='text'>again,</title><content type='html'>Here's a riddle I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a globalized thing,&lt;br /&gt;I am all that you might think.&lt;br /&gt;I am drenched in all of air,&lt;br /&gt;I can be made and found anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I float and I sink,&lt;br /&gt;I am more useful than you think.&lt;br /&gt;My needs for the world knows no bounds,&lt;br /&gt;I live even when I drown.&lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer in tags!&lt;br /&gt;Credit me too if you're using. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7672395974468453219?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7672395974468453219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7672395974468453219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7672395974468453219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7672395974468453219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/again.html' title='again,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6731165440283330232</id><published>2009-02-14T20:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:34:09.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Want to know more? SCAN OUR BARCODE.'/><title type='text'>campCONQUEROR,</title><content type='html'>Sec3 Camp Conqueror 2009 sooooooooooooo rockrockrockrockROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragonboating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooooo super fun!&lt;br /&gt;1st time dragonboating!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;SPLASHSPLASHSPLASH!&lt;br /&gt;But there was no sun, COLDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night Mission/Walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spooooky~~&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we just crouched when we were flashed by the torch.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;But still fun!&lt;br /&gt;and humiddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature's Walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was actually fun!&lt;br /&gt;So interesting - the forest.&lt;br /&gt;But so super hot&amp;amp;humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High Elements!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was madness!&lt;br /&gt;We started with Abseiling.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Like jumping down. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went on to CRC.&lt;br /&gt;The rope course.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid of the height, but rather, I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;So I took my own sweeet time. :X&lt;br /&gt;It was great overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAMPFIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the best of the bestttt!&lt;br /&gt;CAMPFIRE WAS SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;F3/2 went super high&amp;amp;hyper.&lt;br /&gt;HuiJing's was super nice okay!&lt;br /&gt;She so rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Our cheer was the bestbestbest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cheer:&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name.&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name.&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name.&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Faith 3/2!&lt;br /&gt;My name is Faith 3/2!&lt;br /&gt;My name is,&lt;br /&gt;My name is,&lt;br /&gt;My name is Faith 3/2!&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo Shut Up and let us go, HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMENESS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total Defence Day/Boot Training&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;We were forced to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally like the Japanese occupation.&lt;br /&gt;We unpacked&amp;amp;packed our bags,&lt;br /&gt;did pushups&amp;amp;situps,&lt;br /&gt;put our bags over our heads,&lt;br /&gt;ran alot,&lt;br /&gt;leapfrogged on each other.&lt;br /&gt;Tough training.&lt;br /&gt;But Resiliece&amp;amp;Perseverance brought us through,&lt;br /&gt;making us the CONQUERORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prize Presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Faith 3/2 won 4 prizes.&lt;br /&gt;2nd for cheer,&lt;br /&gt;1st for campfire item,&lt;br /&gt;1st for night mission,&lt;br /&gt;and with Timothy winning the best sportsmanship or something.&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn't win overall,&lt;br /&gt;we know that in our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;F3/2, F3/2, is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SEC3CAMP2009 ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PS: HAPPY V DAY PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEAN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6731165440283330232?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6731165440283330232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6731165440283330232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6731165440283330232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6731165440283330232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/campconqueror.html' title='campCONQUEROR,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6394387014896097628</id><published>2009-02-10T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:02:59.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticy or just bluffs?'/><title type='text'>mysavinggrace,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ON SEC 3 CAMP FROM WEDNESDAY TO FRIDAY, 11th - 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miss me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6394387014896097628?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6394387014896097628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6394387014896097628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6394387014896097628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6394387014896097628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/mysavinggrace.html' title='mysavinggrace,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-7795053231908492186</id><published>2009-02-03T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:15:16.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your sound is fading; where&apos;re you heading?'/><title type='text'>any sounds ?</title><content type='html'>Yea, hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To: exbestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;When will we end this?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you avoiding me?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you not talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;We quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;But you said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You said that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;If nothing happened, why can't we go back like we used to?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of you telling me "nothing" and "idon'tknow"s to just entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;Get serious.&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing a fool of everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna lose everything if you continue.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to see that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Please get someone to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Get a new bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone to share secrets with you.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Stop wasting your time on those fickle-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never find another friend like me.&lt;br /&gt;And please.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when is it time for me to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I wrote a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Is It Time To Let You Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with us now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how.&lt;br /&gt;How we stopped talking like before,&lt;br /&gt;talking like before, like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's with you now,&lt;br /&gt;you've let our friendship foul.&lt;br /&gt;No more keeping all those secrets,&lt;br /&gt;keeping all those secrets to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I should just forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I should just get over you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, friend, how I'm gonna live without you,&lt;br /&gt;each day, each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do, what to do about you.&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, please, tell me when is it,&lt;br /&gt;tell me when is it, time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I still being kept beside you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I giving you the blues?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm irritating you,&lt;br /&gt;irritating you, till you're hating me.&lt;br /&gt;So are we still friends like those times,&lt;br /&gt;Or are we just trapped in this bind?&lt;br /&gt;Please just let me off free,&lt;br /&gt;let me off free from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I should just forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I should just get over you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, friend, how I'm gonna live without you,&lt;br /&gt;each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do, what to do about you.&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, please, tell me when is it,&lt;br /&gt;tell me when is it, time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it time, when is it time,&lt;br /&gt;to let you go?&lt;br /&gt;When is it time, when is it time,&lt;br /&gt;to let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do, what to do about you.&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, please, tell me when is it,&lt;br /&gt;tell me when is it, time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons,&lt;br /&gt;give me explanations.&lt;br /&gt;Please, tell me when is it,&lt;br /&gt;tell me when is it, time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when is it,&lt;br /&gt;tell me when is it, time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;When is it time to let you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-7795053231908492186?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7795053231908492186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=7795053231908492186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7795053231908492186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/7795053231908492186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/any-sounds.html' title='any sounds ?'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-1855694739543165506</id><published>2009-01-27T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:38:58.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can see your halo; i can be your halo.'/><title type='text'>halo ,</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED BY FOOXIN.&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like singing, [though I'm not good at it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so not into MOST sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like coming up with random quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to do art/music as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;six&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do percussions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;eight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer having a few close friends than having a lot of touch-and-go ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;nine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm into poetry/lyricizing. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still recovering from a failed friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;eleven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do [and love doing] patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;twelve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I regretted not studying hard enough in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thirteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm still trying to compose my own music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fourteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to not get into relationships, etc. [Currently, that is.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for&lt;br /&gt;Yi Han &amp;amp; Mei Yin! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sixteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that being a councillor is so... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;seventeen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never close to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;eighteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rainy days, yet I love sunny days too. It kinda depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;nineteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always thought my english was good until Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWENTY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate my TOO curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;twentyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd wish that I was back in sec2, with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;twentytwo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd love to become Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;twentythree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;twentyfour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am sensitive/sentimental/emotional,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWENTYFIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was in threeoneO9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was so.. disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;1; Didn't get to see some relatives.&lt;br /&gt;2; Little anghao money. :X&lt;br /&gt;3; No conferences like last year. [Thus proving our distance going further and further apart.]&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM; I still can't get incides, argh.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year clothes are all black/white.&lt;br /&gt;Very inauspicious.&lt;br /&gt;But they're nice.&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM; I want a white/red velvet tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end[?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-1855694739543165506?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1855694739543165506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=1855694739543165506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1855694739543165506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/1855694739543165506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/halo.html' title='halo ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8593672662794185412</id><published>2009-01-20T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:52:41.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna be with the one I know.'/><title type='text'>I pray ,</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E.-ed today.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 4rounds with situps/pushups.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drainedddd.&lt;br /&gt;But trainedddd. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapel service was superr fun!&lt;br /&gt;So there's this group that came from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was Jonathan!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;They sang their own composed songs, which were so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is one funny person!&lt;br /&gt;So is Jonath&lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt;n!&lt;br /&gt;And so, throughout the chapel service,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that Yihan, too, can do this someday.&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Something happened during chapel.&lt;br /&gt;Germin's illness acted up again.&lt;br /&gt;I was really feeling awful to enjoy the chapel while Germin's suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Then I prayed for Germin.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she gets well soon! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, LFL's giving unreasonable homework again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yi Han shall jiayou for his work! Heeeheee :]!&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Mei Yin's sick too, sore throat. I shall pray for you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8593672662794185412?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8593672662794185412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8593672662794185412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8593672662794185412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8593672662794185412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-pray.html' title='I pray ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-507690684725028466</id><published>2009-01-18T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:28:57.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t let this friendship crystallize.'/><title type='text'>Crystallize ,</title><content type='html'>HEY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this particular friendship.&lt;br /&gt;This friendship that is very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;To ME only.&lt;br /&gt;But the other party doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I have come up with this song that is dedicated to every single one of my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;And my brother, yihan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystallize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back, at those times.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I said I won't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I know, that you told me to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;but without you, I don't want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see me in this agony,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you see me in this misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;The time has stopped,&lt;br /&gt;it's all crystallized.&lt;br /&gt;When will we continue on,&lt;br /&gt;with all those good times?&lt;br /&gt;I still can,&lt;br /&gt;remember that you would tell me,&lt;br /&gt;that you won't leave.&lt;br /&gt;Then don't you break your promise,&lt;br /&gt;and let our friendship, crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, alone all these times.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to, tell you not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, that I'm waiting for you to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;but without you, I'd never want to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in your agony,&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to save you from your misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;The time has stopped,&lt;br /&gt;it's all crystallized.&lt;br /&gt;When will we continue on,&lt;br /&gt;with all those good times?&lt;br /&gt;I still can,&lt;br /&gt;remember that you would tell me,&lt;br /&gt;that you won't leave.&lt;br /&gt;Then don't you break your promise,&lt;br /&gt;and let our friendship, crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you let our friendship, crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you tell me that you don't realize.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you let our friendship, just die.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you let our friendship, just crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;The time has stopped,&lt;br /&gt;it's all crystallized.&lt;br /&gt;When will we continue on,&lt;br /&gt;with all those good times?&lt;br /&gt;The time has stopped,&lt;br /&gt;it's all crystallized.&lt;br /&gt;When will we continue on,&lt;br /&gt;with all those good times?&lt;br /&gt;I still can,&lt;br /&gt;remember that you would tell me,&lt;br /&gt;that you won't leave.&lt;br /&gt;Then don't you break your promise,&lt;br /&gt;and let our friendship, crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;Then don't you break your promise,&lt;br /&gt;and let our friendship, crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let this friendship, crystallize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-507690684725028466?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/507690684725028466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=507690684725028466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/507690684725028466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/507690684725028466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/crystallize.html' title='Crystallize ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-9166257939962860759</id><published>2009-01-15T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:28:25.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soon i know you&apos;ll leave to reach a better place; but still i&apos;d give the world to see your face.'/><title type='text'>newfound.</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPOS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like blogging oh-so-not-often-ly.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall revive it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM 1:&lt;br /&gt;Well. PW group's out today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Mandie, Rachael, Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;Only boy lei. D:&lt;br /&gt;Whattttttttttttteverrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM 2:&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be doing class deco tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;So excited, :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM 3:&lt;br /&gt;I like jonjonjonjonjonjonTEO!&lt;br /&gt;He's an awesome person ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;Newfound friend! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM 4:&lt;br /&gt;I miss Faith1/4! ):&lt;br /&gt;awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM 5:&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for me &amp;amp; my old but very-very-good-and-cherished-friend to be REUNITED with me.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-9166257939962860759?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/9166257939962860759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=9166257939962860759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9166257939962860759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/9166257939962860759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/newfound.html' title='newfound.'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-6709350321245434885</id><published>2009-01-10T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:53:39.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lifetime&apos;s not too long; to live as friends.'/><title type='text'>friends ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Packing up the dreams God planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the fertile soil of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't believe the hopes he's granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Means a chapter in your life is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But we'll keep you close as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It won't even seem you've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And a friend will not say "Never"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause the welcome will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That a lifetime's not too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To live as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With the faith and love God's given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Springing from the hope we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We will pray the joy you'll live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is the strength that now you show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But we'll keep you close as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It won't even seem you've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And a friend will not say "Never"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause the welcome will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That a lifetime's not too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To live as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And a friend will not say "Never"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause the welcome will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That a lifetime's not too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To live as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;This song is what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;PS: F1/4 '09 is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Will you let us live as friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-6709350321245434885?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6709350321245434885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=6709350321245434885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6709350321245434885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/6709350321245434885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='friends ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4809028904544512542</id><published>2009-01-03T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:44:17.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like back in the day; that look on your face.'/><title type='text'>black ,</title><content type='html'>I completely wasted a Saturday doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I had to waste it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, no point being all regretful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously not going to like or fit into f32.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I study hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I heed the advices from the teachers?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's too late now for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, friends?&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't want to hang with me, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;sucks,&lt;br /&gt;big&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-4809028904544512542?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4809028904544512542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=4809028904544512542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4809028904544512542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/4809028904544512542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/black.html' title='black ,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-8741639995852336810</id><published>2009-01-03T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:38:11.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can&apos;t breathe without you; but I have to.'/><title type='text'>hatred?</title><content type='html'>I hate school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-8741639995852336810?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8741639995852336810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=8741639995852336810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8741639995852336810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/8741639995852336810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatred.html' title='hatred?'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-787617687394242068</id><published>2008-12-27T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:45:42.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget the times we were laughing; forget the times we were smiling.'/><title type='text'>because,</title><content type='html'>Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely pray for the happiness of all my very good friends that are not going to be same class as me next year. I pray that all of them will be able to get through Sec3 well.&lt;br /&gt;I might also ask of You, Lord, that my friends will not forget me, and instead, treat this separation as a test of our never-ending friendship.&lt;br /&gt;If this is not counted as too much, I might also hope that all of my dear friendships will be as strong as before, and never fading.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for their health and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4933330554679476182-787617687394242068?l=imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/787617687394242068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4933330554679476182&amp;postID=787617687394242068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/787617687394242068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4933330554679476182/posts/default/787617687394242068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectbrushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/because.html' title='because,'/><author><name>. đðıĭšũĸĸΐı` _# -ãđãм`[:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034310493464362112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933330554679476182.post-4058804140452429415</id><published>2008-12-16T22:14:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:29:31.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m loving only to hate; I&apos;m hating only to love.'/><title type='text'>back.</title><content type='html'>Back from Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;Just went for chalet on monday and came back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAIWAN!&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 7/12/2008.&lt;br /&gt;Took plane to Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;Cathay Pacific has better food than Singapore International Airlines! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached Taiwan at 4pm+ after 4hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBOPxOUyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kPBF5Yl3yaw/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBOPxOUyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kPBF5Yl3yaw/s200/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401538610516770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! 4pm in Taiwan is so dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBN1T0tGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-OmHpZ5AKpA/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBN1T0tGI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/-OmHpZ5AKpA/s200/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401531507881058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their coin for their train! Cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the streets for CHEAP food. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBNS_Tp8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/KPKyIF0cssY/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBNS_Tp8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/KPKyIF0cssY/s200/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401522295023554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Sakae's Teppanyaki right? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBNEMKU8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/eVNvEu9-9Zo/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBNEMKU8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/eVNvEu9-9Zo/s200/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401518322406338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE TEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBDLkKvII/AAAAAAAAAi4/GVwom4iay78/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBDLkKvII/AAAAAAAAAi4/GVwom4iay78/s200/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401348503452802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? Bittergourd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBDHqCsUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_DL8GbgG-P0/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBDHqCsUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_DL8GbgG-P0/s200/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401347454349634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people on the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBCgWCojI/AAAAAAAAAio/CP2enXx4USM/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBCgWCojI/AAAAAAAAAio/CP2enXx4USM/s200/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401336901476914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冰糖葫芦!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBCCv2N9I/AAAAAAAAAig/UXNL6nTDg9k/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBCCv2N9I/AAAAAAAAAig/UXNL6nTDg9k/s200/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401328956651474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their sugar cane, very small bottle ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBBonB_aI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Pf1eVSVwRkQ/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfBBonB_aI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Pf1eVSVwRkQ/s200/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401321940352418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog eggs! &gt;&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAtRwfijI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xn6wi9bXdJA/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAtRwfijI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xn6wi9bXdJA/s200/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400972208638514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their corn. When cooked, it's black!&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the gravy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAs_ZSlOI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-aNAgOc0QCk/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAs_ZSlOI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-aNAgOc0QCk/s200/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400967279482082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery game, cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAs9MiZLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZcAChQvUCQY/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAs9MiZLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZcAChQvUCQY/s200/DSC01050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400966689121458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin - Heiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAsqsohyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/esOQsVVGY2o/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAsqsohyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/esOQsVVGY2o/s200/DSC01052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400961723467554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAsj9r5MI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qvm4mYU7TTA/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAsj9r5MI/AAAAAAAAAhw/qvm4mYU7TTA/s200/DSC01053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400959915943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hit so many balloons! Pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAT2IDEFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hemm4LyeSks/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAT2IDEFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hemm4LyeSks/s200/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400535294513234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄金塔! Cheesed potato thingy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAT30UAGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uojbPet3cg8/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAT30UAGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uojbPet3cg8/s200/DSC01055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400535748608098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfATX9A8eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OWy6o_cWC20/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfATX9A8eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OWy6o_cWC20/s200/DSC01057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400527195173346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right! It's fresh milk with cornflakes on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfATuDFNOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OQfCVrOs2N4/s1600-h/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfATuDFNOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OQfCVrOs2N4/s200/DSC01056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400533126198498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin - Sherwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - 8/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAB5pGbtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/3lz_CXoQl9I/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAB5pGbtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/3lz_CXoQl9I/s200/DSC01058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400227000807122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfABmRVRqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/clg6Xb5pnMo/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfABmRVRqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/clg6Xb5pnMo/s200/DSC01059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400221800842914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAAoLHmQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/jQMoerkCoCk/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4itL71wIG5Y/SUfAAoLHmQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/jQMoerkCoCk/s200/DSC01
