<?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-6572645898685101834</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:09:59.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can dreams really come true?</title><subtitle type='html'>"A good speech should be like a woman's skirt; short enough to rouse the interest, but long enough to cover the essentials."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-8380042074586858208</id><published>2009-11-25T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:02:45.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog...&lt;br /&gt;thought i would just type shit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is moving on after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;lost. dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for job.&lt;br /&gt;anyone got lobang must jio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. short and random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-8380042074586858208?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8380042074586858208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8380042074586858208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8380042074586858208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-2172816609981300398</id><published>2009-10-05T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:01:59.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In three weeks...</title><content type='html'>In three weeks, the O's will officially begin...&lt;br /&gt;In three weeks, all of us will start to feel very tired, with no signs of smiling on our faces...&lt;br /&gt;In three weeks, out teachers and parents will be worried sick about us, afraid that we may screw up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In six weeks, all of this will be over...&lt;br /&gt;In six weeks, it will be the end of our secondary school life...&lt;br /&gt;In six weeks, none of us will take a second glance at our textbooks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourteen weeks, the results will be released...&lt;br /&gt;In fourteen weeks, we will see smiles on faces of people who earned what they deserved...&lt;br /&gt;In fourteen weeks, some of us may cry, putting the blame on nobody but themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of them will we be? I think only we know the answers to that.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the 21 days we have got left.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-2172816609981300398?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2172816609981300398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-three-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/2172816609981300398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/2172816609981300398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-three-weeks.html' title='In three weeks...'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-7443348895683042645</id><published>2009-09-25T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:15:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey officially begins now!</title><content type='html'>Wow! In exactly 31 DAYS the long awaited O'levels will begin.&lt;br /&gt;If I say I don't care, who out there will ever believe me?&lt;br /&gt;To say frankly, I am VERY afraid.&lt;br /&gt;There are still so many things I dunno or am unsure of.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I think I did OKAY for this prelims,&lt;br /&gt;but this is really not enough.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I may end up getting 15 points for L1R5...&lt;br /&gt;In this upcoming 1 month, there are many many things that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew up a plan for a sure good grade strategy (for me at least):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do whatever Sadistic Heng ask us to do. This includes his long and boring speeches which will most likely end up with more comprehensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do whatever Ee Ah Ee Ah Hong ask us to do, be it be the never ending long yet challenging papers or her grammar errors filled mock tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Heard of One Laptop Per Child OLPC? Mine shall be One Essay Per Day OEPD. Road to success, combine humanities here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Higher Chinese... One major problem. 31 days is not enough for one to master a language. So I shall just aim for a pass or maybe a B if the paper is easy. Sorry Yulin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Its time to dig out those valuable treasures in my pile of books, including the Geog textbooks I bought from WeiHao. Haven't even started using them and they are already rotting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sciences... BIG problem. Physics is most likely to be okay, just that I screwed my MCQ this time round. The problem is now chemistry. 31 days should be enough time for me to refresh my mind with all the colours, formulas and experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking about academics.&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on to something more slack.&lt;br /&gt;Exams just ended on Wednesday, so I decided to take some time off, hang out with some friends and chill.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the movie "The Ugly Truth" and I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;It was like WTF.&lt;br /&gt;This guy, Mike Chadway, is REAL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;He just says whatever was on his mind and he makes a perfectly good host for any show!&lt;br /&gt;Mediacorp does need someone like him...&lt;br /&gt;I am not a guy for romance movies but I really enjoyed the full 90 minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;The language used is vulgar and out of hand but it really got me cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;Even the chinese subtitles were funny.&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't really like the scenes where the guy likes a girl and this girls like this guy and something happens blah blah blah and more talking...&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this movie for male audience, some of the scenes and language may be unsuitable for female audience. You know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;No nudity. Porno freaks out there will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how people always complain about their cough?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cure:&lt;br /&gt;Go home, eat a box of laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, you will be too afraid to even cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-7443348895683042645?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7443348895683042645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/journey-officially-begins-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/7443348895683042645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/7443348895683042645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/journey-officially-begins-now.html' title='The journey officially begins now!'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-3119395279399011780</id><published>2009-09-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:44:39.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About:blank();</title><content type='html'>My life is just like the blank page you see when you open your Internet Explorer or Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really in it.&lt;br /&gt;I just live my life day by day like that, with no plans for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I say this...&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I just wake up and go to school, with nothing planned in mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am going to do later.&lt;br /&gt;I don't bring relevant books to school, I just do what the teacher does, but without my books.&lt;br /&gt;After school I just wander around aimlessly, trying to find a couple of "lost and wandering souls" like me to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what had been happening for the past dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;I do my homework not because it is good for me, but only because I have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, my life a little pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what to do after O's also.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING I do now is somehow related to school.&lt;br /&gt;After O's will be like missing something.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be the end of Cat High life soon.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will miss the Saturday Chinese lessons thingy with Yulin screaming my name out loud infront of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something I realized about myself.&lt;br /&gt;A negative point.&lt;br /&gt;I am a tactless kid.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know when to say what or what to say when.&lt;br /&gt;I can offend others easily with the things I say.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it may be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but to the other party, its like a knife stabbing or somewhere along the line.&lt;br /&gt;So many incidents, yet I still haven't learned.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is my problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this post with a random quote...&lt;br /&gt;This is not for girls... they may find it offending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls are like bank accounts. Without a lot of money they don't generate a lot of interest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-3119395279399011780?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3119395279399011780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/aboutblank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3119395279399011780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3119395279399011780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/aboutblank.html' title='About:blank();'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-5973088677958321590</id><published>2009-09-15T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:59:36.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Racing CHS edition (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>"Welcome back."&lt;br /&gt;"They sure were gone quite long around the corner. Let's now check out their status."&lt;br /&gt;"Chemistry seems quite smooth for most of them..."&lt;br /&gt;"And History corner had once again showed that the Humanities department making the course is screwed up."&lt;br /&gt;"Physics sure was a killer. Look at how many of them struggling at the turns!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Woah look at the racers at the Maths corner. The cars, they all look so... damaged."&lt;br /&gt;"And we wonder why..."&lt;br /&gt;"Those racers sure were not careful down there. May seem like an easy and straight road, yet many obstacles to conquer!"&lt;br /&gt;"That sure affected some of them."&lt;br /&gt;"Up next! ANOTHER part of Geography lane, this time with more action."&lt;br /&gt;"Let's hope they do remember their VOLCANOES and WEATHERS."&lt;br /&gt;"What is that? OH NO! Another part of Maths road. Tricky lane. Wish them all good luck this time."&lt;br /&gt;"Yea no more mistakes please."&lt;br /&gt;"This is John and here's Mark and please do stay tuned for more updates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that has to be said had been portrayed out above.&lt;br /&gt;Day two since term started, but to me it was just like a long weekend, with me going to school on 4 out of 5 days in the "hols".&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. Maths sure was the deadly blow.&lt;br /&gt;Very careless. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely end up as A2 if I don't do well for paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-5973088677958321590?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5973088677958321590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-racing-chs-edition-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/5973088677958321590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/5973088677958321590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-racing-chs-edition-part-4.html' title='F1 Racing CHS edition (Part 4)'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-6466611874409828378</id><published>2009-09-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:19:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Text Here</title><content type='html'>Another titleless post.&lt;br /&gt;Its like... life without direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 days of this "holiday" hadn't been very fruitful, or at least, I didn't really make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;Prelim 3 is still ongoing, with many many tougher papers behind.&lt;br /&gt;For all those stressed out people out there, worrying about their exams, let's look at it in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of yourself, as a person who possessed a very special talent or power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the subjects you take as the troubles that citizens of the world are facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ask yourself. What are YOU going to do? Are you going to just let them suffer? Or are your going to use that very special ability of yours to help them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wanted to let them suffer, go see a doctor. You know you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those right minded people out there, I supposed you would have chosen to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the citizens of the world now as your marks. Everyone of them are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;You can't afford to lose any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the troubles the citizens face as distractions and other reasons that will affect your results. Are you going to let these "troubles" cause harm to your "citizens"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of that special power that you have, a gift from the Gods, your brain, you will now save the world.&lt;br /&gt;Use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am really not in the position to say such things, but this is something I realized.&lt;br /&gt;I admit my results are not at all good but I am still trying my best to save my "citizens".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something we should all think about. Just don't get more stressed out after reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have weird friends.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a talk about girls.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sick.&lt;br /&gt;It began like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know girls are like Pokemons?"&lt;br /&gt;And I was like:&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be something I regretted asking.&lt;br /&gt;His reply was:&lt;br /&gt;"Girls are everywhere, and we can 'catch' them. Those with trainers(Boyfriends lah), we can't 'catch'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-6466611874409828378?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6466611874409828378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-titleless-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/6466611874409828378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/6466611874409828378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-titleless-post.html' title='Insert Text Here'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-2836934661264147002</id><published>2009-09-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:40:40.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Racing CHS edition (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>"Welcome back. This is John, your irritating commentator!"&lt;br /&gt;"And this is Mark, the not so irritating one."&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like all the racers made pass Geography lane!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea and no one crashed, except one. Number 7, Ernest Tan."&lt;br /&gt;"He hit a hard one, heads on with the wall. It was like BAM and his car bursted into flames!"&lt;br /&gt;"He was lucky to make it out alive. One down!"&lt;br /&gt;"And the remaining racers made it safely to the checkpoint. Many of them were damaged a pheeew the Pit road is just there."&lt;br /&gt;"Hope the drivers get the rest and the repairs they need."&lt;br /&gt;"Once again, we're out and we will update you the moment something happens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming day today.&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fair, so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Its not as happening as previous years and its not like it was any better last time either.&lt;br /&gt;Had troubles spending the twenty bucks worth of coupons that we were forced to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was a failure.&lt;br /&gt;First hour of the fair and I did nothing but wander around, not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Guess where all the coupons went in the end?&lt;br /&gt;Donuts.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but its like almost everyone in our class bought donuts even though they were overpriced. Even YaoCheng bought some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad can the day get?&lt;br /&gt;That was what I thought...&lt;br /&gt;For those who saw me today, I was wearing something very casual.&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt, some pants, flip-flops...&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of bright light and hey! I was at Orchard Road, with my very casual look and the box of donuts, together with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect myself to be there, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch a movie at Shaw, G-Force.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what the  movie was about, thought it was some sci-fi movie with very advanced weapons of mass destruction and a evil prof trying to rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that I was right... just that the movie included talking stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;That's so not my type.&lt;br /&gt;For those planning to watch it, DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;Lousy storyline, kiddy cartoon for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I was walking about in Ion in my stupid slippers.&lt;br /&gt;Felt very embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;Lugging along the box of donuts I bought, together with my noisy pair of slippers, I became the centre of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;Many people were looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dig a hole through the ground and find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;The things there, one word.&lt;br /&gt;Yea you guessed it... EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Why would I even think of stepping in a Luis Vuitton store?&lt;br /&gt;How about Zara?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Armani... but NOT LV.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can ever afford anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised by the horde of shopping zombies in the LV store.&lt;br /&gt;How could they ever do such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Splurging on something that just says LV.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was standing in the park wondering why Frisbees got bigger as they get closer. Then it hit me, LITERALLY."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-2836934661264147002?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2836934661264147002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-racing-chs-edition-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/2836934661264147002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/2836934661264147002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-racing-chs-edition-part-3.html' title='F1 Racing CHS edition (Part 3)'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-7114934260897955713</id><published>2009-09-03T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:35:54.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Racing CHS edition (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>"Oh let's take a look at the racers!"&lt;br /&gt;"They are going fast!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can smell burnt rubber from where I'm sitting!"&lt;br /&gt;"Til this stage I see NO significant differences in all the racers, except for one or two lagging behind."&lt;br /&gt;*ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*&lt;br /&gt;"Yea they are going fast. So far Lap 2 and no casualties."&lt;br /&gt;"You were hoping for casualties? You are evil my friend..."&lt;br /&gt;"No I wasn't. Anyway did you see what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;"When all the racers vroomed down the Social Studies corners, most of them almost crashed!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea and some slowed down."&lt;br /&gt;"I do hope they are okay."&lt;br /&gt;*VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes and all of them made it through Lap 2!"&lt;br /&gt;"Going down the Geography lane soon, let's hope they will be alright. Those dangerous turns, they will crash if they are not careful..."&lt;br /&gt;"After the Geography lane they will pass by the Pit for repairs! Looks like some of them really needs it."&lt;br /&gt;"This is John here and we will update you the moment they pass the checkpoint. Stay tuned for more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-7114934260897955713?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/7114934260897955713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-racing-chs-edition-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/7114934260897955713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/7114934260897955713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-racing-chs-edition-part-2.html' title='F1 Racing CHS edition (Part 2)'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-3177075191237863802</id><published>2009-08-31T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:49:06.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Racing CHS edition</title><content type='html'>The prelims are officially starting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crowd, all eagerly waiting to see what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Now let us get a close up interview with one of the racers, Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you think about the race starting tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much, just like a normal race, its not like there's much on stake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean by that? You don't mind losing?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I do. It's just that I haven't been practicing and I seriously doubt my ability to win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Okay, then what are your plans?"&lt;br /&gt;"Since this is just a small race, I will just do my best and see where i go. When the BIG race comes at the end of this year, it will be time for me to demonstrate my true abilities!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think of your opponents?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh they are strong! They come from different parts of the classrooms and I was shocked by how good they were."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then, good luck Edward! Hope to see you finish the race and doing the best you can!"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to get serious.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the time I had wasted over the past, I actually felt quite guilty.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish my day would prolong to 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;This way I can take this extra 24 hours to catch up with those things that I've been missing.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am doing last minute work, I can't seem to register anything into my head.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me then, for the time I wasted will never come back again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-3177075191237863802?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3177075191237863802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/f1-racing-chs-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3177075191237863802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3177075191237863802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/f1-racing-chs-version.html' title='F1 Racing CHS edition'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-8936401709282674612</id><published>2009-08-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:55:26.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Song Talk Cock</title><content type='html'>Its the end of a wonderful week again.&lt;br /&gt;Not quite, tomorrow got CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;Many things to do/had happened over this looooong week.&lt;br /&gt;1. English Oral&lt;br /&gt;2. Many many science periods&lt;br /&gt;3. Shyt loads of homework&lt;br /&gt;4. Shyt loads of tests&lt;br /&gt;5. Another human tower session&lt;br /&gt;6. Multiple attempts to increase my vocab bank&lt;br /&gt;7. Oh God dammit I lost my stupid pencil case again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about things one by one.&lt;br /&gt;1. I talked about Oral earlier this week, so thats done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ms Thian is not in town this week. So ALL the science teacher wanted to take a share of her lessons each. Even the maths teacher took a period. Long and tiring week. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Homework came. Not a lot. Just exaggerating. 5 maths paper 1 physics 1 chem 1 english essay. Should be able to complete them. No need to hand in though. Being the hardworking and eager learner I am, I will complete it for my own well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Exaggerating again. Not so many. 1 physics 1 chem 2 maths and I think thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ANOTHER human tower session. This time with more 'bangs!' and 'splits!'. It was the same thing as the last time, just that ZiXuan and Jackson both got a split in their pants. That was sure embarrassing on their way home! Will post pictures if I get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Remember my post about my English being super lousy? I guess it was really not up to standard. So I decided to do what MOST China scholars learning English will do... to read the dictionary. I don't really read it but I do search for words that I come across and random Word-of-the-Day thing (iPod lah). It was actually quite effective. I've learned so many usable words this week with various meanings. Lallygag, lagniappe, saturnine, austere and many many more. Those are unusual words that we can actually use. Go search it up on the dictionary. Its actually quite interesting. &lt;br /&gt;I tried using 'lallygag' in a sentence, wonder if its being used correctly: "I was lallygagging at Junction 8 today and I saw a couple lallygagging at a quiet corner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Its the 2nd time this year I had misplaced my pencil case. The first one was really... heart-aching. It was a QuikSilver pencil case. Black with red design. Damn sexy. Given to me by my classmates for my 16th birthday... Got sentimental value. Not only that but the damn bloody expensive stuff like my calculator and my electronic dictionary was in it too. I will never forget that day... 31/3/2009 at Singapore Expo. The 2nd one was today. I thought I had learned from my mistakes. I used a cheapo and dumb Bobdog pencil case, just big enough to put all my stuff in, including my new calculator and I tried my best to not lose it, BUT I DID. I am a loser, ain't I? Gonna remember this day too, 28/8/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day right about the corner, I am gonna take some time to thank all my teachers for being such wonderful people. They have done so much for me, and thanks to all of them I am gonna leave this school as a much better person, not only academically, but also as a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;(Sounds too correct to be me, but I really mean it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Random corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parenting crisis here...&lt;br /&gt;“We spent the first 12 months of our children's lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next 12 telling them to sit down and shut up.”&lt;br /&gt;So what do the parents really want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-8936401709282674612?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8936401709282674612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/sing-song-talk-cock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8936401709282674612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8936401709282674612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/sing-song-talk-cock.html' title='Sing Song Talk Cock'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-6024218689256381376</id><published>2009-08-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:25:24.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Its the first time I can't think of what to put for my title of a post.&lt;br /&gt;So lets just leave it as "untitled" for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English oral today.&lt;br /&gt;Did worst than I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;Its like... I am always able to express myself freely in front of teachers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Never did I expect myself to be so NERVOUS and UPTIGHT in front of the examiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case is, its over.&lt;br /&gt;For those kids out there still pondering over their oral like me, stop.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you did badly, just go on with life and work harder for other components.&lt;br /&gt;Look at JianShen. He screwed his Malay oral. He moved on. (LOL at him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to things we should really be doing.&lt;br /&gt;Something related to written work, not just talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from oral,&lt;br /&gt;its PRELIM 3 SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the subjects that I take, my languages worries me the most.&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese, as what all of us know, including my parents, is damn screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Was writing a Zuo Wen today.&lt;br /&gt;My friends who read it all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English may seem alright to most of you guys out there, but the truth is its damn screwed too.&lt;br /&gt;Languages are so not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how successful and great businessmen always say that their success just walks up to them like that?&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that we shouldn't work hard.&lt;br /&gt;The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive on people.&lt;br /&gt;Stifle the urge to play in your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Its just another two and a half months to freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-6024218689256381376?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6024218689256381376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/6024218689256381376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/6024218689256381376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-205508530475039007</id><published>2009-08-21T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:28:03.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infection</title><content type='html'>Goofiness is really contagious...&lt;br /&gt;I think I have 'infected' the people around me, INCLUDING my English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I requested for a last minute oral practice.&lt;br /&gt;So I began.&lt;br /&gt;I read the passage, not so well done.&lt;br /&gt;I described the picture, way better than my reading. Guess I was kinda nervous at first.&lt;br /&gt;So the 'virus' acted and my first conversation question kind of stunned me...&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think about cheese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoned there for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell do you answer such question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best anyway and she seemed pretty impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she threw me ANOTHER question.&lt;br /&gt;"Which is your favourite finger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;Its like why the hell will I prefer a finger over another?&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to concede to such a childish question, I began.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't really like my fingers but I quite like my thumb."&lt;br /&gt;I blabbered on for awhile talking about how useful the thumb became as compared to our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;But there was something I really wanted to say why the thumb is better yet I didn't dare to.&lt;br /&gt;"Take a look at babies. They are always making out with their thumbs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just laughed at the answers I gave to her nonsensical questions.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my ability to answer questions really got her cracked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was what really happened during practice earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt that won't life be better at school if all the teachers were to be 'infected' by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random quote of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of this saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Give him a fish, he eats for a day. Teach him to fish, he eats forever."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the current world, the meaning of this saying changes totally:&lt;br /&gt;"Catch him a fish, and you can sell it to him. Teach him to fish, and you ruin a wonderful business opportunity."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-205508530475039007?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/205508530475039007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/infection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/205508530475039007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/205508530475039007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/infection.html' title='Infection'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-3532962827421549387</id><published>2009-08-20T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:30:14.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17</title><content type='html'>A small part of my life is over.&lt;br /&gt;I STILL have no talents whatsoever and I am not good at my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I cant even set my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is what others will call a 'loser'.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good looking I am not smart,&lt;br /&gt;I cant even speak properly with my stupid braces on.&lt;br /&gt;All I have are the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school life is gonna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to leave the people I start to call friends.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I only know them like less than 2 years back,&lt;br /&gt;but we really had fun.&lt;br /&gt;The laughters, the screams and shouts,&lt;br /&gt;it will always be a memory but it will not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the last moments we have together,&lt;br /&gt;or at least til the next chapter begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are quite alright this couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Cleared all my stupid tests.&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy with my improvement. Hope I will continue to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened in class today.&lt;br /&gt;We had a 'human tower' session right after school before the maths test.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Derek wanting me to piggyback him.&lt;br /&gt;Then he and his wacko ideas, suggested that we should have more people on ME.&lt;br /&gt;So one by one they jumped onto one another, with me at the bottom being the 'base'.&lt;br /&gt;There was one point of time when there were 4 (YES FOUR) people on me.&lt;br /&gt;Their total weights should be about 200+ kg probably?&lt;br /&gt;The tower didn't really last for long... about 5 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;The guy RIGHT AT THE TOP (I think it was Matthew) should have his head at the ceiling I think.&lt;br /&gt;I could still walk when there was only Derek and ZiXuan on me.&lt;br /&gt;When the horde came jumping on me, I couldn't even stand straight.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how cartoon characters feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That was fun. Should have more of these funny things happening.&lt;br /&gt;Flip the frown upside down for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Oral soon.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose everyone is busying preparing for it.&lt;br /&gt;Just feel that everyone should TRY not to fall sick during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;ZhenSheng hadn't been turning up for school lately.&lt;br /&gt;He should have missed out on quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Just eat healthy and rest well people.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all who think that they done well in their oral exams and good luck to those whose turns are coming. Don't screw it... theres only ONE chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda long since I had a random quote/line/catch phrase so heres one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A good speech should be like a woman's skirt; short enough to rouse the interest, but long enough to cover the essentials."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-3532962827421549387?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3532962827421549387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3532962827421549387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3532962827421549387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-17.html' title='Chapter 17'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-3533710208354818268</id><published>2009-08-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:05:26.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>Many many things are gonna happen in the coming weeks,&lt;br /&gt;and I am very sure many of us are busily preparing for the oncoming oral exams.&lt;br /&gt;Something I felt when I looked at my classmates today is that we are not really preparing for the last stretch of road.&lt;br /&gt;We are still joking and laughing and seriously, I don't really think this will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teachers scolded our class today. Maybe not SCOLD but it may have knock some sense into us (I hope... but at least it knocked some sense into me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly its our Maths teacher. Eventhough I find her kinda "siao" most of the time, but she have been teaching for quite a long time and have probably seen more students than any of us had in our whole lives. She said something about how bad it was teaching us as we still do not know how to draw a proper graph WITHOUT errors. Kinda dumb, but however what the students in the school she was teaching will do is to learn it once and remember it. She just said that our problem was that we are too 'hao lian', or should I say 'snobbish and arrogant'. Maybe its just that we are from a better school and we feel that we are smart enough. I do admit that sometimes I feel like that but that is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, our English teacher was furious when some of us did not bring the oral communication practice booklet and our exams are just around the corner. She is the kind who doesn't really scold anyone or get mad easily but I can see that there was really something wrong. Not only her but most of the English teachers, unless they are slackers, have to get up super early in the morning and come to school, just to help us practice and what they get sometimes is just what they do not deserve. Seriously, how many teachers from other schools will come early or stay back late to practice with their students? This I do not know but from what I know from my brother is that his teachers just leave school when its time. We should really appreciate such help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck to all for exams, regardless of which school you are from. Don't burn your tyres too quickly as you will need them for the final lap. Rest well peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that Edison told me was that my blog was too boring and I do not have a tagbox. I know I know but I don't really know what I should really type. If theres a blog that keeps talking about things like what she ate for breakfast and what he did last night, won't YOU find it worst? Who wants to know about this small little details of life that does not even relate to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog isn't any better lah but I will try to make it more interesting okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the tagbox... there is nothing I could do at this moment. My computer is just so lousy that I can't even put a tagbox. I will try to do that when I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me in person just give me comments when you see me or even on msn. Its the same as a cbox right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-3533710208354818268?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/3533710208354818268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/checklist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3533710208354818268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/3533710208354818268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-8181574963914534369</id><published>2009-08-14T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:01:06.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you see?</title><content type='html'>In the recent few weeks, I have been hearing Derek singing "What do you see" by Electrico.&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking, does the song really mean anything much?&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I am typing this blog post, I am still wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can come up with a reason soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kinda free lately.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why. I dunno too.&lt;br /&gt;I just do my homework, go through the stuff i'm not sure about, ask teachers whenever needed.&lt;br /&gt;I admit my revision isn't really completed or fantastic but I feel that my English seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe writing isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even have started this blog, since no one ever reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my oral communication isn't my problem anymore (DO YOU BELIEVE IT? I WAS ACTUALLY SHY AND NERVOUS FOR MY FIRST COUPLE OF ORAL PRACTICES. I JUST COULDN'T PRONOUNCE MY WORDS PROPERLY AND I DIDN'T DARE TO EXPRESS MYSELF FOR CONVERSATION!)... it is my ability to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling that this has something that gotta do with my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I am super ultra hyper active. I just cant stop turning about to look at things around me, including now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I don't really listen to what others say... maybe this is the main contributor to my weak ability to comprehend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I feel that i don't have the will and determination that some people have to completely read and fully understand something, like a comprehension passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't think I am up for such a quiet and motionless task, to sit still during a language exam and complete the paper, hoping i would clear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently attempting a English comprehension paper, hopefully i can complete it but it doesn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on question 1 when i suddenly switched on my old, rusty and dusty yet efficient computer to type this blog post. Is this counted as a distraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Something that i stumbled upon last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Of course! Over and over!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: NO! Why are you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Every chance I get!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage - - - simply read from bottom to top.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I started...&lt;br /&gt;In life many things happen with and without the control of us.&lt;br /&gt;Some people may just take it as it is,&lt;br /&gt;some may try to change it.&lt;br /&gt;I am one who sees it in a different light and just live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-8181574963914534369?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8181574963914534369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8181574963914534369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8181574963914534369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-see.html' title='What do you see?'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-8813867537653551343</id><published>2009-08-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:12:25.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world had really changed over time...</title><content type='html'>This is purely just a personal thought and is not for any purpose AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home from school today and I noticed that the barber near my house was not there any more.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to the time when i was WAAAAAAY younger, i always sat outside this traditional barber shop, waiting for my once-a-month haircut. If you ever wondered why i had a funny bowlcut with ultra super high slope last time, now you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time had INDEED changed our world. Even when the barber was still there, i don't really see many customers other than the regular few, the older people who knows him from like way longer than before i was born? These people includes my grandfather, who lived his life and went on to another world already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to what i was talking about. Nowadays, we do not really see much of an existence of traditional barbers anymore do we? They are all replaced by those 'professional hair stylist' at the $10 for a 10 minutes haircut places found all around Singapore in corners of shopping malls and small little shops on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats something that is really sad. Many foreign behaviors had gotten into our everyday lives. Think of 'bubbletea'. When it first came to Singapore, it was a hit and the queues are always long with many people, including old aunties and uncles joining in the fun. Soon after, the shops started opening one after another, and now Singapore is flooded with 'non-biodegradable plactic cups'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I am against the norm or anything but i do feel that time had really changed alot. Even i had subjected to the change and lived with it. Just feel quite sad for the uncle who knows me since young and still give me a neat slopish haircut at a discounted price even after i entered sec 1, and he does know it. (FYI, he gives discounted price for kids up to the age of 10 only) Now i just go to some other random place for my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else had time do to us? Technology had advanced so quickly that I could easily post this blog post the moment i type it out. I could also read newspaper articles on the go, using my handy dandy ipod touch. Not only that, now we can also put a phone, a camera, a calulator, a gaming device, a clock, an alarm clock, a stopwatch, a video player, a picture viewer, a storage space, an mp3 player and even a radio all into the size of something smaller than our wallets(not the price of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bullshit that i posted is really nothing important but i feel that if our oral conversation topic ever gives us a question about the 'changing times', i am sure my bullshit will come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you will excuse me I have a call coming in and I have to check for mail on my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-8813867537653551343?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8813867537653551343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-had-really-changed-over-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8813867537653551343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8813867537653551343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-had-really-changed-over-time.html' title='The world had really changed over time...'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-5357809392776824344</id><published>2009-08-11T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:44:38.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered......?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why the sky is blue?&lt;br /&gt;Or why birds fly?&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone have such "have you ever wondered?" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously have you ever wondered why we are brought to this world for?&lt;br /&gt;I am PRETTY sure that its not to work and earn enough cash to enjoy the rest of your life,&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER is it to have fun and not care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we actually here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kinda 'forget' to post anything for the past one week. Wonder what I was doing dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I was busy watching this anime&lt;br /&gt;Higashi no Eden&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Eden of the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro-ed by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cool, also quite short, 11 episodes only.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I dun really like about it is its random starting and abrupt ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;I give it a 3.8/5&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days never post, sure got a lot of things to say what... bear with me... ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I feel quite happy. Gotten better at my math. AND this is all thanks to DESMOND who helped me whenever I asked him eventhough he has such a busy schedule that even he does not know when he is gonna be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, exams coming soon so I hope everyone will prepare for it properly this time. Almost end of year... can play AFTER that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I think that now my blog post will come only about once a week maybe? Not so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thank you and goodbye and see you all again NEXT WEEK iiiiiiiiinn...&lt;br /&gt;"WHO WANTS TO GET BORED BY EDWARD's SUPER ULTRA BORING AND LONG BLOG POST WHICH DOES NOT STOP UNLESS SOMEBODY ASK HIM TO SHUT UP WHICH WILL NOT HAPPEN AND HE WILL GO ON AND ON AND ON AND ON................................................. AND ON AND ON AND ON."&lt;/eden&gt;&lt;/higashi&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-5357809392776824344?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/5357809392776824344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever-wondered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/5357809392776824344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/5357809392776824344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered......?'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-8579185921917512851</id><published>2009-08-04T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:08:25.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk through life</title><content type='html'>i KNOW that im too young to say that i took a walk through life&lt;br /&gt;BUT im sure i did.&lt;br /&gt;on my way home today, i saw students with books in their hands&lt;br /&gt;rushing through the crowd in bishan mrt station, trying to get into the train eventhough they know they its not quite possible with all the things that they are carrying.&lt;br /&gt;however they still managed to squeeze in eventually.&lt;br /&gt;once they 'secured' a place on the train,&lt;br /&gt;they will take out their books or notes and start reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me that THEY ALL HAVE SOME SORT OF PURPOSE IN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am still slacking and joking eventhough my exams are getting closer and i know that.&lt;br /&gt;all i did everyday was to live the day and wait for the next&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing planned for my future&lt;br /&gt;now that i start to think about it&lt;br /&gt;i feel that im a failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even rong xuan, pest of our class, who does nothing but irritate others has targets.&lt;br /&gt;he's aiming for cadet pilot program and local study awards.&lt;br /&gt;we all know that it may be quite impossible to accomplish that&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i have a feeling that he will achieve what he want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at all the effort my friends are putting in&lt;br /&gt;i felt quite ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can i blame?&lt;br /&gt;my parents? my teachers?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few years of my life had been wasted&lt;br /&gt;and we all know that we cant recover lost time.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is to cry at a corner on why i didnt work hard enough and that my life was wasted&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;i could just get over with it and start thinking on what i really want in life and work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison had always asked me this question: "What do YOU want in life?"&lt;br /&gt;I will always reply in a joking manner "Three girls and a soccer team"&lt;br /&gt;even now i do not know what i really want in life&lt;br /&gt;but ask me in a few months time&lt;br /&gt;i'll give u an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back at what Kelvin said to me the other day&lt;br /&gt;"did u had an epiphany?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes. yes i did."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-8579185921917512851?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/8579185921917512851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-through-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8579185921917512851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/8579185921917512851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-through-life.html' title='A walk through life'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-6526185469827468083</id><published>2009-07-31T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:17:36.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of the week again!</title><content type='html'>Alright! Its the favourite time of the week again.&lt;br /&gt;Yep you guessed it! Its FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the day when secondary 4 students from catholic high feel happy,&lt;br /&gt;feel excited,&lt;br /&gt;and of course eager to know wats gonna happen the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Theres an ongoing lucky draw which applies to ALL sec 4 students from cat high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are those lucky people who won?&lt;br /&gt;lets see...&lt;br /&gt;ALL SEC 4 BOYS TAKING HIGHER CHINESE OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;They have all won themselves a day of pain and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;a day filled with hatred and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Winners of this lucky draw can claim their homework from their respective teachers EVERY saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just great?&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST PART IS&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL GET TO REPORT TO SCHOOL AS LATE AS 8AM IN THE MORNING... ON A SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;thats something for a change huh?&lt;br /&gt;not like the usual 7.30 rule.&lt;br /&gt;Once again lets congratulate the lucky winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Terms and conditions apply. This lucky draw is only valid for the current batch of secondary 4 students from Catholic High School. Failure in complying any of the rules below will result in negative effects you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;1. Must be punctual&lt;br /&gt;2. Completed all assignments given throughout the week&lt;br /&gt;3. Attentive throughout the whole lecture&lt;br /&gt;CHS Chinese Dept reserves the rights to withdraw anyone from the draw. They also have the power to do what they want to the winners but only on saturdays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"He has a poker face... literally. There is a tattoo of an Ace of Spades on one side of his face and a Queen of Hearts on the other."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-6526185469827468083?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/6526185469827468083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-of-week-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/6526185469827468083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/6526185469827468083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-of-week-again.html' title='Time of the week again!'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-1980982147196399427</id><published>2009-07-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:46:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>Today i apologised for something that ive done a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i forced a smile after getting scolded that day&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i kept quiet for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should change my attitude?&lt;br /&gt;ya i think i should =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay kids...&lt;br /&gt;what have we learnt today?&lt;br /&gt;let us(more of me) reflect on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny quote from my someone:&lt;br /&gt;"I am not dysle... dyslek...... okok I am"&lt;br /&gt;(he meant dyslexic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-1980982147196399427?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/1980982147196399427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/07/apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/1980982147196399427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/1980982147196399427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/07/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Edward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10182021445083571970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572645898685101834.post-2577533548765992902</id><published>2009-07-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:45:51.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST POST!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh... first post on my blog. slack alittle.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. too many incidents had happened over the past few days&lt;br /&gt;dun really feel like talking about them.&lt;br /&gt;lifes been good recently.&lt;br /&gt;got use to the work that teachers are throwing at us.&lt;br /&gt;tests, tests and more tests...&lt;br /&gt;haiz probably shd work harder.&lt;br /&gt;prelim 2 results not that fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"When life gives you lemons, throw the lemons back at life!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572645898685101834-2577533548765992902?l=justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/feeds/2577533548765992902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justliketheboynextdoor.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572645898685101834/posts/default/2577533548765992902'/><link rel='self' 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