<?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-578511387031404497</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:51:21.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Truly.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5758527688559393647</id><published>2010-10-08T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:37:38.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this strange feeling inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foreign, but it's also oddly familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5758527688559393647?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5758527688559393647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-this-strange-feeling-inside-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5758527688559393647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5758527688559393647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-this-strange-feeling-inside-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8536673917049542785</id><published>2010-10-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:22:38.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Teletubbies have split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to make me look forward to post exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot, Mrs Q.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8536673917049542785?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8536673917049542785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/teletubbies-have-split-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8536673917049542785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8536673917049542785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/teletubbies-have-split-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-4537694736585749250</id><published>2010-09-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:02:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about it sometime. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-4537694736585749250?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4537694736585749250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4537694736585749250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4537694736585749250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-epic.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-2051989052989326242</id><published>2010-09-23T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:17:27.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on time for school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly regretted it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-2051989052989326242?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2051989052989326242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-on-time-for-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2051989052989326242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2051989052989326242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-on-time-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8872899555534661092</id><published>2010-09-22T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:02:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today I was late again. Met Ker Shen, Azhar, Sean &amp;amp; Eumund @ the General Office. We were told to sit down because we were frequent late-comers. Sean's reason is epic man. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't forget the pickles"&lt;/span&gt;. Got released because of the Common Test, then we had to wait for Ker Shen because he wanted to go to the toilet first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class, and I crapped through the Chemistry test. After we shifted back our tables, Mrs Q lost her temper. Said she's gonna be strict on us, since apparently she's too lenient or wtv, and that we're getting out of hand. Then she told Ker Shen &amp;amp; I to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ker Shen got a dressing down, then it was my turn. Told me she made loads of allowances for me, and asked me if I needed her to be harsh on me before I could behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I chose to do all these shit. I chose to come late for school, chose to cut class, chose to not do my homework. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I chose to fuck up my life.&lt;/span&gt; I took the easy way out, why? I don't have any chances of being disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clear of what I'm doing. I know what consequences these actions of mine will bring. I'm willing to pay the consequences because I brought it upon myself. That's how it works. I realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know loads of people care, and I sure as hell know how many people I've let down, disappointed, and hurt ever since Sem 2 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face reality. Pick myself up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's easier said than done. &lt;/span&gt;It's not something that can be done overnight. Confidence, courage. Those are things I've lost, and have no idea how to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stand for two whole periods of Math again, because I didn't do elearning after yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting we had loads of fun talking about Joke of The Year, doing imitations and shits. Did nothing productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8872899555534661092?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8872899555534661092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-today-i-was-late-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8872899555534661092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8872899555534661092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-today-i-was-late-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-7161528221839100712</id><published>2010-09-21T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:04:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic.</title><content type='html'>Today was so epic, that I will be doing you readers injustice by not blogging about it. I will tell you about this girl I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she was late for school. No, that wasn't the epic thing, that's a common sight. She's been through it so often that sometimes she doesn't even bother thinking of a proper excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she checked in @ 8:34AM, and went back to class to get her materials for History* lesson. However, as she walked towards the venue, she just didn't feel like attending class. So, what did this girl do? She went to the 4th floor and stoned. Doesn't sound fun, but what else could she do? She waited till the bell rang, then she went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the History students were surprised to see her, which was not surprising, since one could keep guessing everyday whether or not she would come to school, and whether or not she would be on time. She took her pink slip and gave it to her teacher, BLee (or so he was nicknamed), who obviously noticed the 32 minutes gap in timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then, like any teacher would, questioned her about her absence from the previous lesson. She gave him the lamest excuse anyone could, the toilet. If he had bought it, then he would be the dumbest teacher on earth, but, oh no. He asked, "for half an hour?" He demanded to know the truth, and she decided that Honesty was the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I didn't feel like it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the effects those words had. His face turned solemn, and he seemed to be unable to digest that fact. He sighed, shaking his head in obvious disappointment. But no, this girl didn't seem to care. She saw it coming, and she was ready to pay the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repeated those words, still unable to believe it. He then raised his head, and said slowly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that I feel like crying now? Not because I'm sad, but because I'm disappointed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of what seemed like an internal struggle, he wrote a note on the pink slip saying "truancy from 8.25am - 9am" and finally let her go back to her seat. He then started the lesson, and was just about to give out some worksheets when he paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like he was struggling to find the right words to say. He told the class he had something to say. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The girl knew it was coming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started telling the class what he wanted to say, then at the climax of the story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he said this to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused. The whole class watched on as he tried to keep his emotions in check. But he was losing it. He hurriedly gave instructions for the worksheets to be given out, and went outside the classroom. He wiped his eyes. He gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students at the back of the classroom all had a unified response and reaction. For the girl, well, she just didn't feel any guilt or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, she just didn't seem to care about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-7161528221839100712?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7161528221839100712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7161528221839100712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7161528221839100712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/epic.html' title='Epic.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-4513824926935400756</id><published>2010-09-13T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:34:00.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, today. Despite sleeping @ 5am, I was energetic alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA was fun. Chairman said he wanted to concentrate but he failed, as usual. Got sushi/drumsticks/Pineapple Tea (I honestly wonder why people hate it so much. It's awesome.) during break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However towards the last part of the lesson, we paid attention &amp;amp; we knew how to do that Depreciation exercise shit. Awesome~ (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was... humiliating. I got pwned by Tisya twice in ten minutes. Seriously, the first time was... Ah, screw you Po. Anyway, I got pwned again. Jump~! Then my third time, I got K.O.ed by Chairman. Chocolate Pudding (N).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem was pretty dry, had loads to absorb as usual. Math was pretty okay since there was a new formula to be learned. Let me just try to type it out again for revision purposes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; = b&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; + c&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - 2bc cos A&lt;br /&gt;cos A = b&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; + c&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - a&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; / 2bc&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got the second formula wrong but wtv, who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today the Teletubbies had their very first &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Teletubbies Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait for record-breaking bag-packer Tisya to finish packing her bag, then by the time we got food, JoJo was ready! So we went up, and started on Acids &amp;amp; Alkali. Study study study, we ended @ 5plus. JoJo went home, Weilin went for training, so Po &amp;amp; I talked abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah, we went home @ 6plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-4513824926935400756?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4513824926935400756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4513824926935400756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4513824926935400756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5654534401660960756</id><published>2010-09-10T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:38:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, hols end in two more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what did I do that was actually productive? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish elearning completely. And I've still not started on the Lit Poem shit. I spent most of the holidays sleeping, I think. Well, that's most of what I can remember. Ah, wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming in about a month. Surprise, surprise, I've not started studying. I'm in deep shit. I need to catch up 3 months of work in 1 month. Watch me die. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I posted up this entry. It shouldn't even be considered decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5654534401660960756?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5654534401660960756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-well-hols-end-in-two-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5654534401660960756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5654534401660960756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-well-hols-end-in-two-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-7325444436388763136</id><published>2010-09-05T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:03:30.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce, bounce, bounce.</title><content type='html'>Bounce, bounce, bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole term. It has flown away just like that, in my face. 3 whole months, spent doing nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been encouraged, counselled, motivated, lectured, scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to do something about it, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this really what you want for the rest of your life? Do you really want to be a drifter for the rest of your life? Even though I don't teach you, but I can sense that something's wrong too. What about those who are constantly with you? Even though you come to school, but I can tell you're just coming because you have to. You're so aimless, you don't know what you want to do with your life. The fact that you got first in class tells me you're not stupid. But you're just giving yourself excuses. I know that you know that whatever you're telling me is just crap. You know it's not the right thing to do, but why do you still do it? What about your dreams? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why are you throwing your whole life away just like that&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bounce, bounce, bounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-7325444436388763136?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7325444436388763136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/bounce-bounce-bounce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7325444436388763136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7325444436388763136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/bounce-bounce-bounce.html' title='Bounce, bounce, bounce.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3880096146315475518</id><published>2010-09-03T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:45:57.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Head over to playbackstereo.livejournal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3880096146315475518?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3880096146315475518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/head-over-to-playbackstereo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3880096146315475518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3880096146315475518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/head-over-to-playbackstereo.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5130570170735713395</id><published>2010-09-02T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:10:34.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I was recovering. But fml, I still teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5130570170735713395?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5130570170735713395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-thought-i-was-recovering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5130570170735713395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5130570170735713395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-thought-i-was-recovering.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3354794870784571387</id><published>2010-09-02T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T02:31:05.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School tomorrow. Homework's undone. But well, I don't really give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to playbackstereo.livejournal for TD entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3354794870784571387?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3354794870784571387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3354794870784571387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3354794870784571387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-6606847125259046627</id><published>2010-08-29T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:57:29.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read &lt;a href="http://www.voicing-out-loudly.blogspot.com"&gt;Wei Ling&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love?&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's younger than me but hell, she thinks better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could say "I'm just going to leave it to fate"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-6606847125259046627?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6606847125259046627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-read-wei-ling-s-love-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6606847125259046627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6606847125259046627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-read-wei-ling-s-love-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8159470059433219538</id><published>2010-08-28T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:06:53.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27 August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Geylang with Azhar, Izzuddin, Eumund and Hong Kuang. Had great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke fast with Azhar, Izzuddin and Eumund @ 511. Couldn't stop laughing because of Eumund, who knocked over his plate of chicken rice with his fragrant armpit smell. Haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a long time looking for Azhar's clothes, because apparently he's too shy to try/buy clothes in front of us. After looking around, they bought Ramly burger. The amount of time needed to cook three of their burgers equated to the amount of time needed to cook Azhar's. Went to some playground and slacked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hk and Eumund versus each other in Beyblade. Then laughed at Eumund's failed yo-yo tricks. 67 back, accompanied Azhar to 7-Eleven along with Hk to get a drink. They sent me back, appreciated. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8159470059433219538?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8159470059433219538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/27-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8159470059433219538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8159470059433219538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/27-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-377900932116789445</id><published>2010-08-25T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:24:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had fun with the Teletubbies today. Especially during Chemistry. Had group work, and Weilin suggested we invite Ziyong over. He didn't talk much throughout the activity but the four of us got so high. Hahaha, max fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fail my Circle Properties test again. My target's 7/20. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's nothing much today. Gonna have this study thingy with the Teletubbies next week. Everyone's schedule clashes but I'm confident we'll work something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-377900932116789445?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/377900932116789445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/had-fun-with-teletubbies-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/377900932116789445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/377900932116789445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/had-fun-with-teletubbies-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-4584510705801578594</id><published>2010-08-25T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:14:10.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's been fab, especially with my dearest &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ubb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know those circumstances where you get really attached to a group? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we named ourselves Teletubbies because &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Purple Teletubbie JoJo&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. NTBT) suggested we have a group name and I suggested Teletubbies. We got really high and couldn't stop laughing. Especially with our new group dance, reinvented from NCC's bodoh hand sign. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Q's gonna talk about our class behaviour on Friday. The Teletubbies shall stick together through thick and thin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of Mrs Q. She talked to me during lunch today. Honesty ftw. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YeoWZ's awesome cause... you know why,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; SHY BOY&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/578511387031404497-4584510705801578594?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4584510705801578594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/schools-been-fab-especially-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4584510705801578594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4584510705801578594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/schools-been-fab-especially-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8812836165859114608</id><published>2010-08-24T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:59:40.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I found something that belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While rumaging through the cupboard, I saw the pile of things that you left ever since the exams. And then, I saw it. It didn't bear your name, but I recognised your handwriting almost instantly. I pulled it out and read the rest of what was written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till today, I never knew. I hadn't expected you to take it seriously, much less you to relate it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so confused. Those few lines were touching in their own way. They caught me so unexpectedly. I was shocked. I didn't know if it was because you actually wrote something real, or was it because you actually thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back then, I thought of you and wrote truthfully. I wondered who you would think of. I figured you never took things like these seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say. When I found my copy and compared it against yours, I felt something inside of me. Something so weird, yet oddly familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly occured to me that perhaps, you did take notice. Such little things that even I didn't think much of, you noticed. And you appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never expressed yourself the way I did. Perhaps it was because of your pride, perhaps it was because of your nature. Yet you were willing, on your accord, to write those things down. Maybe it was like what you said, it isn't easy to get you to express how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the two copies side by side, they were so similar. Things that we used to do for each other, exclusive memories we used to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8812836165859114608?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8812836165859114608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-found-something-that-belongs-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8812836165859114608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8812836165859114608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-found-something-that-belongs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-2382348432778780147</id><published>2010-08-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:04:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You forced this out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you before, I can't read your mind. I've asked you before, to tell me what you think/feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, you refused. Every single time, you just replied to those texts as and when you felt like it, or you simply refused to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, you took the easy way out and simply evaded those questions, leaving me with no choice but to guess what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since June, I've been trying, and trying, and trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I honestly believed in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they told me about you, no matter how much they lectured me, I kept quiet about you. Because I honestly thought that one day, things would be okay and we would prove them wrong. I would then tell the entire world, all of them, that they were wrong about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longed to tell all of those who doubted us, that my best friend's not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired of trying to read your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad at you. I never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just... really miss my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-2382348432778780147?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2382348432778780147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-forced-this-out-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2382348432778780147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2382348432778780147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-forced-this-out-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-6663077273439062653</id><published>2010-08-22T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:02:46.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't make me laugh at you more than I already feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... you. Please don't make me get started. I'm tolerating far too much than what's fair. I just have one thing to tell you now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say things you don't mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-6663077273439062653?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6663077273439062653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-make-me-laugh-at-you-more-than-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6663077273439062653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6663077273439062653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-make-me-laugh-at-you-more-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-9144840207844158845</id><published>2010-08-19T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:56:36.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-9144840207844158845?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9144840207844158845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/9144840207844158845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/9144840207844158845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/over.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-4295704402287732494</id><published>2010-08-18T05:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:54:27.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-4295704402287732494?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4295704402287732494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-happening-to-you-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4295704402287732494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4295704402287732494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-happening-to-you-w.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8821863967983906234</id><published>2010-08-18T04:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T04:39:37.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check: 4:34AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOG Village Tour wasn't that bad. Hung around with Siti, Jared, Zhi Shin, Jerry &amp;amp; Wei Ling. Didn't take much photos because... I fail in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether yesterday wasn't that bad. School's been the same, and I don't really wanna talk about it. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8821863967983906234?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8821863967983906234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-check-434am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8821863967983906234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8821863967983906234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-check-434am.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-4155095667914808535</id><published>2010-08-15T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:35:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there, loyal readers of this decomposing web page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! I finally did something productive. I went out with Rachelle Tan, a.k.a. JT. -ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Orchard Central! To get sweets. It wasn't my idea. That Mongoloid wanted to get sweets from Sticky, so she asked me to follow her, after crapping on MSN for a few hours. That includes her disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got on board 69 and we trained to Outram Park, after acting like retards trying to decide which stop we should alight at, City Hall or Outram Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the sweets, and I bought some too! Gonna bring them to school tomorrow and share them like the kind person I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the mall trying to find a place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thus conclude that Orchard Central mall is a waste of landspace and contributes to the lack of land in Singapore. The atmosphere is so dead, and you can't even find a decent place to eat. I honestly wonder how the workers there survive. And the poor cleaners have to clean such a big mall, when the traffic does not actually affect the cleanliness of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach &amp;amp; I went into this Japanese restaurant wanting to eat some set lunch thingy. But the waitress told us it was over and gave us their menu. And guess what choices the menu provided us with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you readers actually heard what in the world is a black pig? All we saw on the menu was black pig hotpot, black pig ramen, black pig black pig black pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we walked around Fail Mall and eventually saw Burger King. We were left with no choice, so we went in to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't decide where to go, and I kept telling Rach to go to TS, until she got so annoyed. We walked around Clarke Quay for so many rounds, and she nearly went crazy with the amount of bars around. And we saw the Underwear Waitresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we saw this super cool thing, but I don't know how to explain it to you so too bad. I'm gonna go there some time. Thought of going there with my best friend but I doubt he'll want to go so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rach and I walked all the way to City Hall MRT, then we stopped at Raffles Mall's Starbucks. I had Iced Caramel Latte with Jelly, &amp;amp; Belgian Waffles too. Talked crap with Rach, then trained back to Bedok. Accompanied her to take 69 back because I'm kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time, when I can figure out how to turn on my laptop's Bluetooth. I fail in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, school tomorrow. I don't feel like going. But I'm gonna fast the whole week together with Azhar &amp;amp; Izzuddin so it might be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese class test tomorrow and I'm going to fail terribly because I've wasted my weekend. And look, it's 9.30pm. Watch me fulfill my duty as the Vice-Chairman of the Life Failure Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-4155095667914808535?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4155095667914808535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-there-loyal-readers-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4155095667914808535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/4155095667914808535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-there-loyal-readers-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-6276158352991933114</id><published>2010-08-10T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:49:48.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TGAxELpTgDI/AAAAAAAABfg/J2DlyVdESXE/s320/Closed_409x321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503452692562018354" border="0" /&gt;I'm safe now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-6276158352991933114?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6276158352991933114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/closed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6276158352991933114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6276158352991933114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/closed.html' title='Closed.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TGAxELpTgDI/AAAAAAAABfg/J2DlyVdESXE/s72-c/Closed_409x321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-2748948342163563242</id><published>2010-08-08T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:59:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why I stopped fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我, 从来就没有坚强过. 只是一直在逃，到现在，还在逃.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-2748948342163563242?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2748948342163563242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-ask-me-why-i-stopped-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2748948342163563242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2748948342163563242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-ask-me-why-i-stopped-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-2743619260881017051</id><published>2010-08-07T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:57:17.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J &amp;amp; Z.&lt;br /&gt;M &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;M &amp;amp; S.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;amp; A.&lt;br /&gt;S &amp;amp; C.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;amp; K.&lt;br /&gt;W &amp;amp; C.&lt;br /&gt;G &amp;amp; J.&lt;br /&gt;N &amp;amp; K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-2743619260881017051?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2743619260881017051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry-to-j-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2743619260881017051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2743619260881017051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry-to-j-z.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5819401303202603542</id><published>2010-08-05T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:35:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you want to leave, then just go. Don't look back anymore. Don't make me feel like as if we still can return back to how we used to be. He told me you were still concerned, that you still cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to get hopeful, realise it's not possible and feel all messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even maintain eye contact with you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want, W. Perhaps you're tired, yes. We're both tired, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unless you tell me what's on your mind, this won't end. I've never dared to penetrate into your thoughts or ask too much, you know that. And that's why I can't figure out what's going through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a mind-reader. I don't know you as well as you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my trust, not my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fucking need therapy or some shitass counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop provoking me, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that I would make you cry. Trust me, I never wanted to. I felt so guilty when I saw your tears. When I saw you cry, I really didn't know what to do. I felt so selfish, but I didn't really have any choice left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe I shouldn't have said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have kept the decision to myself, and just did it quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that wouldn't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:33AM. Time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5819401303202603542?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5819401303202603542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-want-to-leave-then-just-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5819401303202603542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5819401303202603542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-want-to-leave-then-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-7059965837182429323</id><published>2010-08-04T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:46:13.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been another glorious week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to update earlier but my comp's screwed. Which means I can't even do Literature. Good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to school on Thursday, and after school wasn't good. Neither was being at home. I quarrelled with my mum. Ah well. It's not like as if it's the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this week's busy. Monday I went to Parkway with Germaine, yesterday was the New South Wales thing, today was the Speech Day rehearsal, tomorrow I'm going to City Hall with Germaine again, and Friday's National Day celebrations. Looking forward to NTBT. \m/ Go Fat Pig~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. I got pissed off with some people and complained about it to Tisya during Math lesson. I sat in Nigel's place and was complaining to Tisya and Felicia about how much dogs piss me off. But anyway, when the lesson ended, it was time for funnnnn~ Germaine came over and told me Ziyong wanted to know something, so I had alot of fun with Germaine, Kok Siang and Ziyong. His expression when he found out was epic. \m/ I sat next to Kok Siang during the NSW because I had to prove my innocence. What's wrong with muscle cramp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm in the midst of trying something and I'm proud to say it's working fabulously. I know what it means but sometimes there has to be a sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still escaping. For two months I have been escaping from the problem, because I know how much it will hurt if I face it and I know how afraid I am to get hurt again. The thing is, I realise that I am escaping. I know that if this goes on, I'm probably going to take Vincent's place in the class position ranking. It just... doesn't seem to work out anymore, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you, and I realise I'm getting smaller and smaller in your world. I didn't feel that way because, heck, look at us back then. But then I realised... she was right. Your social circle is so big, and you are so popular. In fact, all of them were right. About me, about you, about us. What they've been telling me, inside of me I know it's true, but I refuse to admit it because I'm still escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just... not as strong as before anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things they said, one of them was definitely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them told me you were too reliant on me, and that I had to let you be more independent. But in fact, I was the one who would crumble and fall when things between us went wrong. You seemed unaffected. Maybe it's because of your nature, how much you tend to keep stuff to yourself. But when I asked you, you only gave me such a simple answer. Perhaps I'm asking too much, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a mind-reader, W. Up to this point, I have never been able to figure out how you feel. I keep hoping what they said isn't true. Tell me, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-7059965837182429323?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7059965837182429323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-another-glorious-week-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7059965837182429323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7059965837182429323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-another-glorious-week-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3719701740343514906</id><published>2010-07-28T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:15:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello... whoever's still bothering to faithfully come back to this rotting page and hope that I update. I've never left a blog rotting before, but to be honest, I don't know what to update you readers on. I read my past entries on my past blogs, I don't do that stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's 2AM and I'll just throw in a brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Q called me this morning, and I'm prolly meeting her later, since I won't be attending school. Germaine came to see me too, which I appreciated. Throughout the day I couldn't leave my phone, because every now and then texts/calls come in, checking in on me. Germaine called me during recess and lunch, and Mrs Q says she's gonna call me everyday too. Nadhirah, Rach, Cass &amp;amp; Weilin dropped me some really touching texts encouraging me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, my dad knows about my condition, and I guess the arguement started because he was upset that I self-mutilated, and not so much of the skipping school part. My mum was present then but the last time we talked was in March so she just kept quiet. My dad came home early from work, I have no idea why, but he called me into his room at random times and told me to watch the telly while he fell asleep. Guess he just wants to watch over me. We even ate out when there's food at home. He's been nice too, he let me buy a bar of Cadbury Old Gold Liquer Flavoured Chocolate. And a new box of cake, since my brother finished the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong's been encouraging too, he talked to me on the phone for the longest time. My dad says if nothing improves he'll bring me to where he works, because one of his colleagues is actually a counsellor too. That aside, he's bringing me to buy some necessities, since obviously my mum's not going to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire day's been... I don't know how to describe it. I feel somewhat motivated, since so many people have been telling me that I can do it and stuff like that. It feels good to know that I have support in school. Might even be going back to school earlier than next week. Although I don't know why up till this point, when I'm in this state, some people are still lying to me, keeping things from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, if you have the courage to do what you did, then why can't you confess about your actions? I think you know me rather well to keep it from me, since I've long made it clear that I want nobody to bother him about me. But do you not also know that the thing I can't stand the most is being kept in the dark while people do things behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did it, tell me. There's nothing I can do to you, neither will I do anything. What's done is done. I just want to know why you did it, and what you told him. And then I'm done about this whole thing. My dear girl, I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3719701740343514906?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3719701740343514906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3719701740343514906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3719701740343514906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8965310614216092370</id><published>2010-07-16T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:49:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track.</title><content type='html'>Well readers, yours truly is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what happened last week, except that I did the same thing everyday. Oh, for the first week of school, I was late for three days in a row, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Last week when I was late on Wednesday, it was a total accident. Kenneth was also late, while Jerald chose to go to 85 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I fell sick. Sunday was worse. I was glued to the bed for 7 whole hours, and at a certain point of time my body felt like a heat emitter. But I couldn't take my temperature because my lovely thermometer chose to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday afternoon I went to the polyclinic, and got two wonderful days of MC. I had to take 5 different kinds of medicine, and plus point, I have to take vitamin pills every morning for one week. (Which reminds me, I didn't take them this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's Common Test was shit, I was sweating and coughing so much. On Thursday I was late, which brings my record since Sec 1 to a glorious 7. Not that I can beat some of the other people's records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and every recess I have to stupidly sit at the tables near the staffroom doing nothing until Mrs Q releases us (us being Ziyong, Ker Shen and I). Mrs Q's going to send me back to counselling because she thinks I'll get "better advice". If the school counsellor works, we wouldn't have so many problem kids in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Investiture Day. I wouldn't even have made it if not for Wei Lin. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I went back to work yesterday. I can make a good latte now, bitch. And I've near memorised the SOP for the drinks station. Watch me attain glory that is learning how to do latte art! Muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to be thoroughly occupied next week. Look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; : Balloon sculpting course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; : (Not that I have anything on but I'm not going to go back to work on Waffle Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; : DP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; : Guitar enrichment course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; : DP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not have a life.&lt;/span&gt; Why the f did I even sign up for the guitar enrichment course, I have no idea. If the balloon sculpting course turns out good I'm going to quit my job and go to Orchard Road on weekends to sell balloons instead. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8965310614216092370?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8965310614216092370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8965310614216092370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8965310614216092370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3250434809109232250</id><published>2010-07-15T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:21:48.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comp's fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3250434809109232250?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3250434809109232250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/comps-fixed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3250434809109232250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3250434809109232250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/comps-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3665080197373696686</id><published>2010-07-05T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:13:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically I was out with Caleb, Bong &amp;amp; Fuad today. Went to the arcade, caught Karate Kid, and went to Safra for pool + bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more when I'm free. Photoshop's driving me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3665080197373696686?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3665080197373696686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/basically-i-was-out-with-caleb-bong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3665080197373696686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3665080197373696686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/basically-i-was-out-with-caleb-bong.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-7270600093903964988</id><published>2010-07-03T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:19:26.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>It's like after you, I don't know how to care for my friends anymore. The only thing I can show them when they are sad is apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for you to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-7270600093903964988?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7270600093903964988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7270600093903964988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7270600093903964988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3007676303122069021</id><published>2010-07-02T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:13:16.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was short, but trust me when I say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it was awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I had so much fun, and laughed so much! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 4am today, since I had to meet Nadhirah/Rachelle/Charmaine/Kok Siang etc at Mac's for breakfast. Prepared and stuffs, then went to the bus-stop to meet Nadhirah. Waited for Rachelle since she was on 69. Poor Charmaine was there at like 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there we realised it was closed (Mac's closed, HISTORY!) for some maintainence thing. We couldn't contact Kok Siang so we took 225W (Yes Charmaine, the plates have different colours) to the other Mac near the Sheng Shiong at block 500+. Had my usual McGriddles, and after eating/laughing like retards we slowly walked to school. Charmaine was extremely afraid we would be late, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jun Kai on the way to school! Managed to be on time, and when Mrs Q saw me she went, "I'm so glad to see you!" Well Mrs Q, at least there's no 4th consecutive day. Class period was exceptionally slack. Everyone was all over the place. Went around taking photos, had a great deal of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent recess with Germaine/Yanning/Weilin. Germaine and I decided to watch the in-line skating performance but it wasn't exactly entertaining so we went back to class. Mrs Q came in and things were extremely slack. Some of us sat on tables, we were everywhere, doing all sorts of things but she didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for assembly period for the concert. The concert was good, and I had fun. When it ended we went back to class for curry puffs. Chilled out in the classroom before going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go to Suntec with the girls but in the end Charmaine and Nadhirah went home. Rachelle accompanied me to draw the camera from the ICT staffroom. Unfortunately I didn't get the 500D. Went back down, and we couldn't decide where to go. Talked to Mei Xuan at the playhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Bong and Jerald, so we talked for a bit. Somehow or rather it was decided that on Wednesday we would go bowling @ Safra with the rest. I have no idea whose initial idea it was. But oh well, good old times! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain, and Caleb wanted to go to KFC to eat. We couldn't get moving so the rain got heavier and heavier. Eventually we moved, from the playhouse to the canteen. Waited for the rain to stop, and had some fun talking to them/laughing at Bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to run to the bus-stop instead, so all of us ran. From the staircase to the backgate, from the backgate to block 110. Boarded the bus and went to the Interchange with Rach, Caleb, Kenneth, Bong, Jerald, Shi Hsiang, and two other guys Collin and Yi Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down somewhere, and chaos began. All of us were laughing so much because of Bong. He's a joker, honestly. Halfway through Shi Hsiang/Collin/Yi Hui went off, so the rest of us stayed and made a fool out of ourselves by laughing ourselves silly. There were racist/mother-insultive/horny jokes, and we couldn't stop talking about Caleb's profession. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb wanted to go to Fairprice to walk around, so we left KFC. After Fairprice we went to the library, which wasn't such a pleasant experience. Two librarians got pissed at us and we got scolded for about 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went behind the library and spent a long time there deciding where to go. After intense laughter and crap we decided to go home. We went out in the rain, and I told them I was crossing the road to take the bus. Jerald asked why we couldn't go to the interchange, so Caleb got scolded for making everyone get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took pictures with the Ah Meng thing at the interchange while Bong went to top up his ezlink card, and then after that we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, hope you had fun with those retarded strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's going to be awesome, I hope. Gonna post up the photos if the uploader doesn't fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the long weekend folks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3007676303122069021?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3007676303122069021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-yourself-day-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3007676303122069021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3007676303122069021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-yourself-day-2010.html' title='Be Yourself Day 2010'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-2263302643692846965</id><published>2010-06-30T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:50:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protection of Pretence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today for the second consecutive day I was late for school. An hour earlier though! Reporting time was 8.10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Quek started Concerned Teacher talk and asked me what happened and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons proceeded as usual, got high with Weilin, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today actually. Except the Lower Sec Floorball challenge thing. Yesterday was a much interesting day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at 9.10am, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into the classroom for some retarded reasons some people started clapping. Lessons were high, laughed a lot. After school was the fun part. Went to Pizza Hut with my girls. Charmaine insisted on LJS so we walked there and immediately after she went in Nadhirah, Rach &amp;amp; I ran back to Pizza Hut. (Ahem, bastards. ROFL.) The waitress looked at us like as if we were a bunch of demented retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in and ordered, then Charmaine came back with her LJS. We started chatting, waiting for our orders to come, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmaine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I forget take straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us started laughing like retards. When our Pepsi + Soup came Nadhirah was like, "Can I have an extra straw?" and she was like really embarrassed haha. In the end the waiter came and I think he gave the straw to Charmaine hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCs_6VYcKYI/AAAAAAAABe4/f1rJ6aQ2fGE/s320/Photo0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488550842285697410" border="0" /&gt;Our mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCtDo7cf5nI/AAAAAAAABfA/9TTtJCtCWSc/s320/Photo0185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488554941312132722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIZZA HUT DOES NOT OFFER STRAWS THAT CAN BEND. &lt;/span&gt;Oh and I remember that I was the first to finish my Pepsi, but no one came to refill it and I was like, "I thought got free flow of Pepsi?" (YES I KNOW I AM CHEAPSKATE) Then for quite some time I was squealing like a retard, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want my Pepsi...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCtDqM6qlVI/AAAAAAAABfY/4aZedcrlUf8/s320/Photo0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488554963181933906" border="0" /&gt;My Chicken Royale baked pasta. See, my Pepsi was already half-gone when my main course arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCtDpRAbCeI/AAAAAAAABfI/jBZwLIYVKQg/s320/Photo0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488554947099953634" border="0" /&gt;Rach + Nad's Hawaiian Pizza. It was freaking funny hahaha. Nadhirah had a special way of holding the knife because she used the P = F / A theory. Kiddding haha she thought it was easier to cut it. And then for God knows why Rach found that exceptionally funny. She kept laughing and laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCs_55ER1UI/AAAAAAAABew/g3y0tQzjSaQ/s320/Photo0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488550834684941634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG JOHN'S GIRL, WITH PIZZA HUT STRAW. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCs_5pxmz9I/AAAAAAAABeo/E7ckzo-jTdU/s320/Photo0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488550830580092882" border="0" /&gt;Rachelle, whose laughing point never seems to coincide with the three of us. Maybe it's because we're either always laughing at her or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCs_5PQVpEI/AAAAAAAABeg/g7pvLDX5zgQ/s320/Photo0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488550823461233730" border="0" /&gt;JIAOBIN x1000000000000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCs_48094dI/AAAAAAAABeY/GwUUxrX9-7o/s320/Photo0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488550818514592210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NADHIRAH SHUKOR!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took an awfully long time to finish our meal, because we kept talking crap and laughing at the most stupid things. Like Nadhirah told us about the knife incident. Freaking psychotic. "Hahaha". Then Rach told us about her brother + the birds, which was (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah also had this time lag when Rach was talking about Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; : *whatever's in front* your SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Wa last year thing you now still say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt; : Huh, what thing? *WHYDIDN'TYOUTELLMEANYTHINGBITCH look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; : No, cause last time we keep teasing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt; : She want go Singapore Poly.&lt;br /&gt;-state of confusion from Nadhirah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt; : Ohhh, your Shawn Poh. Cheyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NADHIRAH PARTIALLY STUPID HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; We spent an hour plus there, then when we had to pay Charmaine kindly donated us all her coins to cover for the GST cost LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Charmaine went home, while we went back to school to get my bag. Had a little glimpse of the Floorball challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines to see if there was anything worth buying for Be Yourself Day. Nadhirah left halfway to meet her mum, then Rach and I shopped around a little more. At the end I think we were both rather satisfied with our finds. Hope I don't look like a retard on Friday haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Nadhirah came to talk to me about something just now, thanks babe. &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ She said some stuffs and I was kinda touched. Then Kok Siang wanted to know, so I told him. Relating the incident was freaking tiring. Surprisingly some things he told me enlightened me a little. And he helped me understand the situation better by telling me what he saw. Saggy ftw. Haha kidding. Thanks for the suggestions/encouragement etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still contemplating on my 3rd consecutive day. Wish you readers well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that promise you made, is now just an impossible dream to reach. "Us" does not exist anymore. My suspicions were right but I guess it's okay since you're happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny I am upset. I don't deny my entire world feels like as if it's falling apart. After all you were the first and only person to have ever mattered to me. I would be lying if I said I didn't cry, or that I didn't wish and hope everything could be okay. I don't deny, I feel extremely lost. It is a fact that up until now, I'm still trying to figure out what the hell happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doors are still open. They'll always be, no matter you need me or not. I know you most probably don't need me in your life anymore. Sometimes when I look at you, or get reminded of what I used to be so familiar with, the inside of me feels really torn apart, but I know it doesn't matter because you've apparently moved on to the next phase of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't give me a reason for what has happened, nor the silent decision you made. I don't blame you. I was honestly not a really good best friend, at least in my opinion. What happened between us may be becoming a part of history, but the memories won't. The previous half of the year, they're the best six months in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be best friends again in the future, but no matter what happens please be happy. I still believe in who you can be. Please be well. I hope whatever happiness you're experiencing now lengthens and extends through the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be able to watch you play basketball up close again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be able to sit next to you and have heart-to-heart sessions again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be priviledged enough for you to call me your best friend again.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never look at me that way and ask me what's wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be able to text you from day till night again.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never fuss over my diet again, or tell me that you're worried, or ask me to cheer up because you don't like to see me upset.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never come over to my place again during recess and lunch just to get me to go down to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never come over to my place at night to talk to me again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be able to ride on your bicycle again.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never hear about your problems again.&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll never be so close again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never feel again that it's okay if the whole world goes against me, because I still have my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But W, please be happy. That's all I ask of you now.&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/578511387031404497-2263302643692846965?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2263302643692846965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/protection-of-pretence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2263302643692846965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/2263302643692846965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/protection-of-pretence.html' title='Protection of Pretence.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TCs_6VYcKYI/AAAAAAAABe4/f1rJ6aQ2fGE/s72-c/Photo0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-7437247757894460103</id><published>2010-06-29T08:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:21:17.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb.</title><content type='html'>I have, to share with you readers, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joke of the century&lt;/span&gt;. Or even the millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I actually thought I still meant something to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I crack myself up at the very thought of that now. I mean, who am I kidding, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm obviously nothing to you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even bigger joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're already gone but I'm still hoping for things to get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, I amuse myself so much sometimes. My life itself could very well be the best comedy show in Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the brain works, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-7437247757894460103?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7437247757894460103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7437247757894460103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7437247757894460103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/numb.html' title='Numb.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-6274259842897551109</id><published>2010-06-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:55:20.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester, New Beginning.</title><content type='html'>Today. Semester 2 Week 1, Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore the class tee to school for the first time. Met Nadhirah at the back gate before entering the school together. The class furniture was in a mess, and for some reasons everyone was pretty high and in good spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to get my Peach Tea with Tisya, and when I came up I choked on the mouthful of Peach Tea I was unfortunate enough to have in my mouth at that time. Why? Because Jiaobin cut her hair (BANGS!) and now she looks like a beetle. I am serious about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah also gave me this keychain that she bought in Selangor. It's really cute despite its coloured facial features. All of them kept insisting it looks like me. I think the face resembles Nigel more. Anyway, thanks babe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tisya also gave me this keychain she bought in America, with a mini M&amp;amp;M's guy (?). Thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was fine, sitting near Dog Ho/Jared/Chuan Yin cracked me up. Interaction time was pretty cool. The first time Mrs Q wrote on the board was "Holiday homework" and all of us were like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; groaaaaaaaaannnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;. She wanted to collect all the homework but in the end, as a result of some bargaining, she extended the deadline to Friday. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our new timetables too. Mr Wong's gone! In his place is Ms Tan. Chu Yan. And yes, we still have LBW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA was good, I got high with Weilin. During break too, with Nadhirah/Rach/Char. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HEY RACHELLE HEY RACHELLE."&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess I saw someone and it totally shocked me. But a pleasant surprise, yes. I don't deny I'm glad I saw that person. So all's good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled Angeline's stuffs during Chem. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get well soon bro! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was like a rerun of last year's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sleeping Pill&lt;/span&gt;. Weilin and I tried really hard to stay awake. Vincent and Ker Shen though, just gave in. Oh god. I hope things improve. I can't afford to let my Math grades drop, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was awesome. Ms Lim's back! Sitting with Hungshen in front of Kok Siang &amp;amp; Hong Kuang kept me entertained. Clarshmate, remember what I told you about being late &amp;amp; early? I think it's gonna be the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the lesson Sean/Hong Kuang/Kok Siang were talking about this Vitamin C pill thing, and Sean tried it, with extreme facial expressions. They eventually convinced me to try one. The dissolving sensation's really cool. But it left my stomach feeling so full of air I burped (silently) a few times consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was just hanging out with the usual people, Tisya/Bernice/Jere/Wei Lin. I saw someone again and I think I stared too much. Ah well. I was too pleasantly surprised. Headed to the PAC Room after numerous ghost stories, and John joined us. Jere showed us this Japanese video, which featured the top 10 ghost encounters or something. When they left to play basketball John and I decided to watch this Bloody Mary video, and John got so freaked out. Read up about it in Wiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around, joked abit, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed I managed to finish this entry. Well, Day 1 was fab. I got really high and happy most of the time because, well... I've done it so many times it doesn't even take effort. People who know me long/well enough should know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do hope the first day of school has been pleasant for you my dear reader. And since I promised no more emo entries unless published to my PB, I shall not spoil the above average mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-6274259842897551109?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6274259842897551109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-semester-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6274259842897551109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6274259842897551109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-semester-new-beginning.html' title='New Semester, New Beginning.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5756057946609172851</id><published>2010-06-21T05:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:28:44.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing left to lose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You asked me if I was afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should I be? I have nothing left to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;别怪我冷漠无情，因为我已经什么都没有了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, things didn't improve. I did my Cappucino wrongly, spilt a glass of Misty Blue Float, did a wrong order. And there's a tiny blister on my left thumb because it came into contact with heat at 120 degrees. I could tell that Wan &amp;amp; Sze Ling were rather upset, but the only person who still treated me nicely as if nothing happened, was Wei Qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if I was okay, talked to me nicely, and even offered to come back on Thursday to teach me coffee proper, since all Michael taught me was how to steam the milk &amp;amp; do a Latte. I was really touched. She's a really great mentor. She hasn't lost her temper once at me since Day 1, and has always been nice, explaining things to me, teaching me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why Wan doesn't want to put both of us in the same schedule. Tbh I couldn't really comprehend when Sze Ling explained theory to me. It was like information overload and my brain had a mind block after getting pwned so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm off till Thursday &amp;amp; Friday. Only two days this week. Since I'm not going for camp, I shall use the time to finish up some homework, and (finally) find some time to complete my DP assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found some really awesome lines that I would have liked if they were posted on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- People are out to get all they can from you, so avoid them to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - As soon as you let your guard down, you will be stepped on again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As soon as you care and open up to someone, they will always leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- You can never let your guard down because all hell will break loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is better to live alone for the rest of my life than to risk being  hurt as I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you here, my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5756057946609172851?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5756057946609172851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-asked-me-if-i-was-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5756057946609172851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5756057946609172851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-asked-me-if-i-was-afraid.html' title='Nothing left to lose.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8628857108147957197</id><published>2010-06-19T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:33:46.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst in 14 years.</title><content type='html'>So. Today. I got my ass kicked by the NDP rehearsal, and SMRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, today could very well be the worst day of my life. In fact I think it is. I got pwned so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started wonderfully. I was on schedule, and took 14 to work as usual, in the meantime listening to my wonderful iTouch (speaking of which, I played Airport Mania and ended up sleeping at 3am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today's apparently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a usual day. Well, for the NDP participants, at least. Bus 14 went smoothly, oh yes, until it came to Mountbatten Road. I was staring out of the window as usual, mind about to drift away, when I realised the bus had been stationary for quite some time. And holy shit, there was a traffic jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jam was so severe, that it took 5 minutes to move past the overhead bridge. It was getting close to 3pm so I had no choice, I texted Wan to tell her I would be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the traffic became smooth again, and I was happy. I thought I wouldn't be so late after all. But oh no, the bus took a turn and I was like wtf? at the unfamiliar surroundings, until I saw the sign, "NDP Rehearsal 19 June 2010 - Delay Expected 1pm - 11pm". Oh, that was nothing. The sign that killed me was the sign that said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "NDP Rehearsal 19 June 2010 - Road Closure 1pm - 11pm"&lt;/span&gt;. Which meant there was no way the bus was going to go into the usual route to get to Suntec City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it the bus was at Bugis, Orchard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I reached Clementi Interchange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck it, I had to take an MRT all the way back to City Hall. By the time I reached Gelare, it was close to 5pm. The thing that got me was that they didn't say anything at all. Wan didn't lecture me or question me, and Michael gave me the usual warm greeting. That was probably the only good thing that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions were screwed by the time I started work, so for the rest of the day I was extremely quiet. It didn't help that I only did one gourmet order, since Bernard had to learn the ropes. And then I realised how attached I was to the gourmet station. I really like it you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were other things to learn so Sze Ling started coaching me on the drinks station. All the Frappe, Latte, Milkshakes. Gah. Still gotta learn coffee from Michael. Oh and I didn't get my break today, since I only started work at 5pm. It didn't make a difference though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tik tok tik tok, it was time to knock off! Clocked out and headed home. I had to take the MRT instead, since road closure was still on. Oh and the roads were desserted. The traffic lights could have been green, and you could just cross the road without a care. Well, that was what I, and the fellow crowd did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finally reached the MRT station and was glad the day was finally over. Until I lifted my head to see the electronic thingy that show you what was the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the train I was on was headed to Jurong East. It was so screwed up. And I swear the sign outside the train read "&lt;--- Pasir Ris". So I alighted at Bishan, since it was a Circle Line stop. Took the Circle Line train back to Paya Lebar, and then the East West Line back to Bedok. And then 222 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while waiting for the bus I saw someone. We were both so shocked we didn't even smile at each other. Heck, all we did was stare at each other in shock and then look away awkwardly. It's been like what, 3 years? Still remember the mayhem the 6/4 girls caused because of that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I came home and the consolation was that dinner was chicken chop. But it didn't matter what dinner was, since my good old friend gastric came back to visit me again, like it did the past few days. I really need to find where I put my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. This whole day has not been good. At about 2am I was not in the best state of emotional stability, and I only texted one person to ask if he/she was awake. In the end, nothing happened. Ah well. Everyone's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope this won't continue tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8628857108147957197?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8628857108147957197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/worst-in-14-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8628857108147957197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8628857108147957197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/worst-in-14-years.html' title='Worst in 14 years.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8349613489098520763</id><published>2010-06-18T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:56:55.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current mood,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; undefined&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone new joined us today, and work was fun, as was yesterday's closing with Michael &amp;amp; Sze Ling. I kept getting timed today, for my sandwich, for gourmet closing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to knock off early today, when the sky's still bright. Work's been really great, and it's an excellent distraction from shit. You know, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been delighting my eyes through the various sites that are offering SNSD merch. Definitely heading down to Plaza Singapura after payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I watched Taiyou No Uta and I cried? It's a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the inadequate amount of brain juice I currently possess disallows me to continue this post without it being baseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it wouldn't be right to post up all my emotional shit stuff so yesterday I added yet another fabulous entry to my PB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here, yes, abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Kok Siang told me BEAT L.A.! this morning while I was still sleeping, and was gloating over the fact that the Celtics were leading in the 3rd quarter. And now he's extremely upset over the fact that the Lakers won instead. Don't cry Kok Siang. There's still 2011. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe, maybe they were right about me all along. But my ego and high pride refused to accept the fact, as always. But now I'm starting to see the truth in what they said to me. Perhaps, I was deceiving myself all along, thinking it was innocuous but now enduring so much pain seeing the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, well, Imma have to brave through this myself, don't I? Since you're not here with me now. He asked me why I was so upset when you don't even seem to care. I didn't know how to reply him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I guess you wouldn't know how much you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be the last of me being all emotional and shit here. Anything not classified as happy stuff shall go either into my PB, or be kept inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8349613489098520763?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8349613489098520763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-mood-undefined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8349613489098520763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8349613489098520763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-mood-undefined.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-63717826856212791</id><published>2010-06-16T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:51:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back... with nothing to update you readers on. I'll just tell you one word to summarise my entire holiday: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy with work, really. Today's my only off day in this entire week. Closing lasted till 11pm yesterday. Well, besides the fact that I've learned most of the gourmet and am getting really attached to the gourmet station, work's just doing the same thing everyday. Not to forget getting my fingers burned every few minutes, thanks to the dishwasher, which has now become my BFF at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I clock out later than expected most of the times, at least the Gelare family's been really nice. I get to eat a little something every now and then, like ice cream, sausages (since we're not allowed to serve the head of the sausage) and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this week, there's just one more week and it's back to school. Half of 2010's already gone, next year's gonna be O's. Can't believe how fast time is passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my personal life is... well, let's just say the status quo's been kept. Let's not go into the details shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I really have no time on my hands. DP homework's not even started on, and my holiday homework is pretty screwed up too. I'm not going for JC camp anymore too. Still contemplating if I should attend Jing Jie's birthday celebration. ____ might be there and I don't think I'll really enjoy myself if I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah, I think we can only go shopping after the hols. Really sorry babe. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and you cheer up alright? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's only 4:48PM, I think Imma run to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to do some holiday homework. Something productive &lt;s&gt;to keep my mind off things&lt;/s&gt;, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-63717826856212791?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/63717826856212791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/63717826856212791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/63717826856212791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3202465954444245327</id><published>2010-06-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:46:58.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TBEBUfUl4iI/AAAAAAAABeQ/_I2UdrX-Aa8/s320/Photo0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481163673003483682" border="0" /&gt;Work yesterday was fab. I spent too much time on MC, so I had to call on the way to tell them I would be late. They were totally cool about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Nadhirah &amp;amp; Kok Siang came to visit! Hahaha, thanks guys. I was in the kitchen with Wei Qi learning how to make Club Sandwich when something compelled me to look outside. I saw Nadhirah and she was like :DD *wave frantically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside to talk to them for a while. I didn't get to serve them, Michael did. I served a group of customers who sat near them, and yes, I had to stop myself from laughing. Everytime I made eye contact with them, I had to go into the gourmet area just to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing was I had to learn gourmet so I couldn't be outside for very long. They left and I managed to look up in time to wave to Kok Siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above's the waffle made by Kit. She made a wrong order, and because she didn't want to waste food, she told me to eat it. Yeah, I took a bite before I remembered to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing lasted all the way to 10.30pm. Had to sweep/mop the floor, and followed Kit to the loading area to throw the trash. Finally got everything done, and clocked out. I reached home and slept, waking up only at 3.30am. Sorry Jared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I put my clothes into the washing machine, so I got up and hung them dry. Made myself some instant noodles, and got online at about 5.30am. MCed till about 7.30am. Slept all the way to 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down for the PC fair with Jared before work tomorrow. I'm finally getting to meet Wan! Even though I'm not meeting Wei Qi until Sunday, I think I'll do well. Like yesterday when she went off at 8pm, I felt a little awkward. Kit was a little hostile, and to be honest I was a little scared of her. But soon after she talked to me a little, and by the time it was closing I got to know the fun side of her. Michael's really friendly too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gelare family definitely beats the MOS family. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having ten times more fun at work this time. Ftw. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah's having this sleepover thing next week. I want to go but I guess it won't fit into my schedule. I'll just go there and like mess things up. Promised Charmaine retail therapy also, since she's feeling crappish nowadays. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEER UP BITCH I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're in a good mood you can close this page, since whatever's beyond this is all emo shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like as if I'm losing the ability to communicate with you. Don't  you realise, our communication is thinning? Texting you now, it makes me  afraid. Of your cold replies, of the severing words that abruptly end  our conversations. I don't even know how to reply to some of your texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many plans, to make things better, to let us return to how we were like before, and even better.  But just when I was about to put all these plans into actions, you turned  cold suddenly. I don't know what the hell's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe our friendship is so fragile. We've been best friends  for half a year. &lt;strong&gt;It won't possibly end just like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will it? &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/578511387031404497-3202465954444245327?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3202465954444245327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/work-yesterday-was-fab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3202465954444245327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3202465954444245327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/work-yesterday-was-fab.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TBEBUfUl4iI/AAAAAAAABeQ/_I2UdrX-Aa8/s72-c/Photo0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-6771603969306691306</id><published>2010-06-08T17:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:37:00.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misanthrophy.</title><content type='html'>"Misanthropy develops when without art one puts complete trust in  somebody thinking the man absolutely true and sound and reliable and  then a little later &lt;i&gt;discovers&lt;/i&gt; him to be bad and unreliable...and  when it happens to someone often...he ends up...hating everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:28PM edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ftw, this time for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck this world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard here, but you don't seem to give a fucking damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried initiating conversations, you give me fucking cold replies. I don't text you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you text me first&lt;/span&gt;. And when I reply you take so long to reply just with a few words? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't want to talk, then don't fucking text me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed a whole chunk of other stuff but deleted them in the end. I don't believe you don't sense things are wrong. When I voice things out to you, you don't bother telling me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's something I did, then fucking tell me.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a problem, I don't believe it can't be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm swallowing all of this because it's you. I'm containing this to myself because I want to fulfill the promise I made to myself. I'm controlling myself because I choose to believe things will get better. But keep this up and one day I swear I'm going to fucking explode right in front of your fucking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that happens, you know our friendship's over. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't make yourself become the first friend I blow my top at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:39AM edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so it's my fault. I'm being ungrateful huh? Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've half the mind of withdrawing my plans now. Continue saying that it's no good treating me nicely. Who's the reason I'm like that huh. Don't talk about money in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up, and you'll see the nasty side of me next month. I took on the job with half my reason being wanting to help you. But if this goes on, I'm going to just wash my hands off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't threaten me, dad. You're the reason I have to survive on my own, and make myself look so fucking pathetic every month end. Don't make me fucking throw money at your face on my payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to prove to you once again dad, that with or without you, I'm going to survive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-6771603969306691306?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6771603969306691306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/misanthrophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6771603969306691306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/6771603969306691306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/misanthrophy.html' title='Misanthrophy.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-3694752222126908493</id><published>2010-06-07T18:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:26:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One.</title><content type='html'>Greetings! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling a little giggly now after reading Nadhirah's blog so, pardon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllll, these few days haven't been productive. All I did was to stone in front of the computer for &gt;5 hours every single day. Doing what? Well, talking to Jared on MSN, for one. It's been a long time since we talked so much and it was really awesome to be catching up on the old times. Besides that, we had a lil' fun gossiping about certain people. Quoted from Jared, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we ain't siblings for nothing.&lt;/span&gt; Jjang. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have been watching countless SNSD reality shows, be it their radio shows or their new documentary. And guess what, I have found something new to watch, just when I thought I ran out of stuff! As you may have guessed, the time I spend on Youtube accounts for the fact that I sleep at 3am nowadays. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was exploring Canon's website the other day in search of a good digicam, and found the Ixus 130. So now I have the trouble of deciding which one to get first, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazel or the Ixus&lt;/span&gt;. Jared tells me Hazel, Nadhirah says Ixus. Headache, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nadhirah Shukor please cheer up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine Lim I'm real glad you're recovering real quickly. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent activities aside, today marks the very first day of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moolah-making&lt;/span&gt;! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning I got up earlier than expected, because I had to go for the typloid jab. I made a bad mistake of cooking the Korean dry noodles, it's (N). Anyway, the jab was $26, and I was happy because Joan told me I was only allowed to claim up to $26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, when the final bill came it was $27.80. I looked at the receipt, omfg! $1.80's on GST! But there wasn't anything I could do, so I just stuffed the receipt into my wallet and went off to make moolah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty okay. Joan, Wei Qi &amp;amp; Sze Ling were really nice. Learned the ropes and slowly got more familiar with the environment. Oh and I had to use a manual can opener! You know the ones where you have to pivot it, then push it down? They don't use the turning ones, ohno. Looking forward to Wednesday since I'll be doing closing with Kit. Should provide another platform for me to learn more stuff. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Joan was teaching Wei Qi to make coffee, and she let me drink her final product. And it was only today that I realised making coffee isn't as easy as it seems. It's a skill~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAzWlI9OhOI/AAAAAAAABeI/lTM4I6N_WjM/s320/Photo0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479990780150842594" border="0" /&gt;Ain't it nice? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was just hosting, clearing, washing. I like the washing part. It's really cool. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP tomorrow. I hope it goes well. -cross fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I leave you readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s : California Gurls is stuck in my head. Californiaaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-3694752222126908493?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3694752222126908493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3694752222126908493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/3694752222126908493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-one.html' title='Day One.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAzWlI9OhOI/AAAAAAAABeI/lTM4I6N_WjM/s72-c/Photo0176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-1557107294926100911</id><published>2010-06-03T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:39:46.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've thought it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted my thoughts on PB. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to be take a step and overcome my fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (since it's 12:17AM now) was a pretty good day. Went for oral and it wasn't that bad. Before that in the waiting room, Yanning, Shulin, Tisya, Kok Siang, Darryl and I were talking/gossiping. Things got fun when only Kok Siang, Darryl, Tisya and I were left. We were talking about LBW and Darryl got so agitated. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Class, I didn't want to say this but..."&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After oral I stayed back in school for awhile, then Hungshen followed me back. I changed, then we headed to Suntec. Hahaha (Y) Took 14 back and I decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Saturday's the seminar. Starting next week I'm going to be rather busy, but for a good cause. I'm gonna make it last this time round. 3 months, I can definitely break the expected. Wish me luck peeps. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain juice's dry. Till here folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-1557107294926100911?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1557107294926100911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-thought-it-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/1557107294926100911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/1557107294926100911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-thought-it-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8894279612454036466</id><published>2010-06-02T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:57:11.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Angeline/Hong Kuang/Firdaus! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was really fun. I met Tisya at 2.15pm, then we took 14 to Siglap CC. Well, not exactly. We got off somewhere and walked the rest of the journey. Nigel and Jere were already there when we came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some basketball, then we decided to go over to Nigel's place which was just opposite the CC. God, his place is awesome. I wanted to swim, but apparently swimming without proper attire was disallowed. So we went up and sat in his balcony for some time. His dog's called Forest and it's really huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZkoVZJ6kI/AAAAAAAABdY/OPsO78Nye4g/s320/Photo0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176640842984002" border="0" /&gt;Pardon the spastic face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZkLpxJPtI/AAAAAAAABdI/K_8d8Q8iUpQ/s320/Photo0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176148096106194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZkLBZRjeI/AAAAAAAABdA/BKw3sdQ6N14/s320/Photo0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176137258569186" border="0" /&gt;The green tea Tisya wasted her money on, because there were drinks at Nigel's place. She was extremely fed up because Nigel told her only after she paid and couldn't stop teasing her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel&lt;/span&gt; : Vanessa what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Fuji apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel &lt;/span&gt;: Jere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jere&lt;/span&gt; : Eh.. green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel &lt;/span&gt;: Tisya? Oh sorry I forgot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tisya&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZkK3wROsI/AAAAAAAABc4/Kt4aWPk34kM/s320/Photo0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176134670662338" border="0" /&gt;Unglam, -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZkKkS2Y8I/AAAAAAAABcw/tB9EvPzNp5M/s320/Photo0161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176129446994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZjDVfHDyI/AAAAAAAABco/ZgYPxnRvck8/s320/Photo0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478174905701175074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZjDJNq3oI/AAAAAAAABcg/j7LL2KlEUM0/s320/Photo0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478174902406798978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZjCn4TjiI/AAAAAAAABcY/YvVms6lH7Go/s320/Photo0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478174893458820642" border="0" /&gt;Pikachu + Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZjB732NqI/AAAAAAAABcI/KacnFRLNSJY/s320/Photo0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478174881645737634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZko_XwA2I/AAAAAAAABdo/qLx5PQFXvzU/s320/Photo0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478176652111381346" border="0" /&gt;After drinks we went in and played on his XBox. Played L4D for the first time, and it's pretty fun. Should be much easier to play on the computer though, guess that's why so many people are hooked onto it on LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 rounds we switched to Halo. Played with Tisya and I managed to kill her a few times. (Y) Watched Jere and Nigel's sister play, then at about 5.15pm we went down to the gym. Apparently only 1 resident + 1 guest were allowed, so I went in with Nigel first. There was this lady there too, and after she left she stood at the poolside and couldn't stop staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jere came in too, and after some time Nigel noticed the lady was walking towards the guard post, and all of us quickly left the gym and headed back to Nigel's place. We observed a little, then went out through the side gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 14 back with Tisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's pretty f-ed now. Well, not really. Things haven't changed at home, and I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't nail it tomorrow. Going there alone makes things worse. And I don't even want to talk about how things are going with ___. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You say you'll wait, but things just aren't going our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay human beings. I shall be unavailable through text for the entire month of June, because my dad's being a bitch. Unless some goddamned miracle falls through the sky and saves this shit. That is my dad actually being responsible enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, oral tomorrow. Not like I actually care about it. Good luck to all you lovely peeps. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8894279612454036466?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8894279612454036466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-angelinehong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8894279612454036466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8894279612454036466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-angelinehong.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAZkoVZJ6kI/AAAAAAAABdY/OPsO78Nye4g/s72-c/Photo0166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5835939630461745217</id><published>2010-06-01T06:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:10:56.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heading over to school soon for usher duty. Thank God we don't have to wear stockings/court shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad 3E3's back though. I missed the whole lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah &amp;amp; Tisya, thanks for the texts last night. ♥ you girls for the effort. Hope I get to see Nadhirah today. If I do, then it'll be (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though I'm over you, the number 7 still links closely with my life. But, well, you don't affect me one bit now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty today was rather different from the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi Mdm, welcome to Bedok Green Secondary School"&lt;/span&gt; thing. We put on our blazers/ties in the PAC Room before heading down to Central in 3 cabs, since there were 12 of us. Was supposed to share one with Wei Lin, Yek Khee and Charmaine, but Bernice wanted a switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cab had just started moving when Tisya called, saying none of them in her cab had money to take the cab. It turned out Mrs T gave both Wei Lin and I the cab fare, but to none of them from Tisya's cab. Amusing huh. But our driver was really nice, he kept asking if it was Central or Central Mall, since he was afraid that we would get off at the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our cab was the last to leave but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;to arrive. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Tisya's cab to arrive and paid, then we found out Hungshen's group was dropped off at Central Mall, and they had to walk all the way to Central. Did I mention, our cab fare was the least? Hahaha. Ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our person-in-charge turned out to be Mrs T's sister, and she came along with Johnathan. We received our instructions and went up to the 4th floor, where the talk would be held by the Family Life Centre. I was pulled over to the other side and assisted Ms S (I don't know how to spell her name, but I think it's pronounced Sherwyn) with the sales of the charity items. She was really nice and friendly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk started, and from then until 12pm the topics discussed were of no relevance to us at all. It was about wills, property, finance, and family stuff. After the talk was Q&amp;amp;A session, then the sales started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was pathetic, to say the least. We only sold one notepad set, two bears and one CD. Well, better than nothing I guess. Oh, and a pack of batteries too. We stayed in the room for a while more, then we were told that we could have lunch. The food was good, yeah. Lingered around, talked to some of the strangers there, then we had to pack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were dismissed we walked around the mall, then stayed outside Subway for no particular reason, doing nothing productive. Then it was decided we should get going, and we waited outside for the cabs until someone noticed the sign, "No Waiting". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an infinity to hail a cab. We were once again the last to leave, but it was okay, since our cab was extremely comfortable. You know those huge red cabs you see? Yeah. All of three of them fell asleep, while I tried to revive my phone. We were the first to arrive in school, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. We spent the least amount of money too. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to PAC Room to return the blazers, and spent some time there with Yek Khee, Wei Lin, Chun Hui, Bernice, Jere, Tisya, Jasper &amp;amp; Chuan Yin. Some of them fell asleep but most of the time Chun Hui just couldn't stop talking. Jasper went for Wushu, we slacked some more, then Yek Khee locked the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for KFC lunch, then encountered this really weird and random woman in the interchange. She asked for the address and phone number of our school, and said she wants to come to our school to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teach&lt;/span&gt;. Wtf much. Took 14 back home with Tisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow. Meeting Tisya/Nigel/Jere (?) for some ~exercise~ because I told Tisya I felt like playing ball/cycling/swimming. I love plans~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shit. Needa start shooting for DP homework. Hope Johnathan uploads the photos onto FB or something because there's a photo I wanna use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run to download music. Wish you readers well for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5835939630461745217?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5835939630461745217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/heading-over-to-school-soon-for-usher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5835939630461745217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5835939630461745217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/heading-over-to-school-soon-for-usher.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8039954017222566267</id><published>2010-05-29T18:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:40:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken like a glass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This, is a story of a girl I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAEv_gm4NUI/AAAAAAAABcA/SgpopGAupxU/s320/tumblr_kvnnvoaZ3a1qzwyfio1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476711389990499650" border="0" /&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was the most ordinary girl you could find, but something about her was peculiar; she couldn't trust people, because she believed it would only do harm to herself. After all, none of her friendships had lasted, and anyone who came into her life would go away in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl grew up leading a life just like any other kid her age. She had friends, oh yes she did, but all along she had never been able to bring herself to trust anyone more than what was required. Yet she was happy, she was satisfied with the way things were. Well, she had to be, since all her secrets were safe with herself, and she had zero chances of getting betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this girl continued living her life this way until this one year, this one time. She met this person, this particular friend. Initially she thought their friendship would be a one-time fling kind of friendship, but before she knew it they were best friends, and months passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was happy. She really was. Unconsciously she began to trust this friend. She found it so easy to confide in this friend, and she had no regrets telling this friend anything. They could talk just about everything and anything. This girl, it seemed like she finally opened herself up. She didn't have to pretend to be someone else when she was with this friend, and she didn't have to be wary or cautious of anything. She could express herself fully and truthfully, and she was grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt really good. She felt lucky to have this friend. She wanted this friend to stay in her life, and hoped that their friendship would last. Even though she didn't admit it, the people around her could tell just how much she cared for this friend. She was told she sacrificed too much for this friend, but she didn't care. She did everything she could to help this friend, and even boldly wrote a letter to a certain teacher to plead for some leniency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told her not to let this friend be so reliant on her, but she wouldn't listen. To her, it was nothing. As long as she could see this friend become a better person, she wouldn't mind. This friend was a really busy person, but she didn't mind waiting. She would wait for hours, just to get to talk to this friend for 10 minutes. She didn't complain, for she knew it was enough, given this friend's busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, something went wrong. All of a sudden their friendship cooled, and she couldn't figure out what was going on. She was extremely upset, and couldn't understand why. She had never been this bothered by friendship problems, neither had she ever cried over a friend before. It was then that she realised, this friend meant a great deal to her, more than any friend ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they were supposed to meet for breakfast, and that meal meant a lot to her. It was not only the last meal before this friend would be going overseas, but she wanted to use this opportunity to improve their friendship. She was afraid this friend might not turn up, but she chose to believe in this friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left the house, her mother questioned her and they quarrelled. After weeks of not talking, the first interaction they had was a quarrel. Yet this girl, she chose to go. This friend, just meant too much to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked to where they were supposed to meet, alone. Brave as she was, she was a little scared. But she braced herself, since she had music. She was late, but when she texted this friend if this friend had reached, this friend didn't reply. She didn't think much of it and went to find a place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed. People were staring at her, and she was getting more and more afraid. Her &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;" &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Isolophobia was acting up. This friend wasn't replying, and she was on the verge of tears. She texted 7 people and asked if they were awake. She had to distract herself. They didn't reply, but she didn't blame them. It was too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However one person replied, and she thanked God for it. She called this friend, but this friend didn't pick up. Few minutes later, this friend told her this friend overslept. She was upset, and told this friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's okay. I'm used to it already. Take your time to come here. I'll still be here, alone looking like an idiot."&lt;/span&gt;. This friend replied minutes later, asking her not to be angry. She told this friend to hurry up and just come, but this friend didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people were coming, and she felt more and more miserable. The deliveryman who left when she came was back, and she felt really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at 4.22am, she told this friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know what, forget it. You don't have to come anymore. Forget that I even asked you to have breakfast."&lt;/span&gt;. She left. On the way back her friends tried to comfort her, and she didn't know what she was typing either. She didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached home, she threw everything aside. Her iPod, her wallet, her phone, and the card that she had made for this friend. She threw herself on the bed, and fought hard not to cry. More friends were awake, but she didn't have to mood to explain much. This friend apologised to her and explained further. When she read a part of this friend's text, her heart sank. It hit rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I purposely stood you up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was all for nothing. This friend had wanted to try to be mean to her. But this friend, of all days, chose the day that meant so much to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what to think, and forced herself to sleep. When she woke up, she thought about what happened, and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend had made her believe in friendship, and was the reason she learned to trust people again. She honestly trusted this friend, and believed in their friendship from the bottom of her heart. This friend had become so important to her. She didn't mind quarrelling with her sick mother, and that was what made her feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the entire process made her scared. She now had a phobia of going out of people, or just arriving early. That incident was a trauma for her, and she was terribly scarred. She was hurt by the only person she trusted, the person who meant more than anything to her. She couldn't understand why, if this friend said she was most important, why would this friend hurt her like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This girl, returned to square one and is once again suffering from pistanthrophobia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This friend, made her open up, and is now the reason she has returned to her old self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You once promised me, "I'll still be your best friend next new year".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, this is my promise to you : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll pretend that I'm not affected by this incident. I'll pretend to be happy and never let you see me behind closed doors again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8039954017222566267?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8039954017222566267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-like-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8039954017222566267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8039954017222566267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-like-glass.html' title='Broken like a glass.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_CDpXWWHGaGU/TAEv_gm4NUI/AAAAAAAABcA/SgpopGAupxU/s72-c/tumblr_kvnnvoaZ3a1qzwyfio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8428197224754750227</id><published>2010-05-28T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:01:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>Typed a whole chunk of stuff and decided to post them in my PB instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like fucking shit right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-8428197224754750227?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8428197224754750227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8428197224754750227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/8428197224754750227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5747311662312773527</id><published>2010-05-28T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:05:53.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really don't know what's happening. All of a sudden, our friendship is going down the hill. But I've already given in and chose not to argue, instead I took the initiative and asked you what was happening. Yet it seemed like you didn't care. Maybe I'm just being sensitive, but I guess you're starting to get  tired. But I don't blame you. Like I once said, I'm too much to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Semester 1 is finally over. Given my current condition it's really painful to recap on the past 5 months, so I'll not go into the details. Since Day 1, school has had its ups and downs, awesome and sucky moments, but I've enjoyed the experience on the whole. And I've definitely learned how to be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for blogging sake I'm just going to recap what happened during the last week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school. While I was just about to iron my uniform my dad called, and said Mrs Q called him about my attendance. Not that I didn't inform him that I was going to school late, of course. Well, I was leaving the house and I found out Willy was just about to go to school too, since his phone screwed his alarm up. So I waited for him at the bridge and we went into school, got the pink slips, and went up to class. He was extremely cautious not to meet any NCC teachers, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mr W's period, since the class was making kites. I joined Tisya and Boon Jin's group, and Boon Jin couldn't stop talking about how I iron my uniform every morning just before I come to school. The process was rather entertaining and fun, but our kite didn't manage to get completed on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess Willy and I went to the staffroom to look for Mrs Q for detention, but fortunately she wasn't at her desk, albeit she did question me during class. After recess was prep for the CIP trip again, and towards the end all of us pushed our desks to the side and they stood in the middle and sang We Are The World. It was pretty entertaining watching them sing and do the actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I had this nice long chat with Nadhirah, and we walked around the school for about 3 times. Then she left to meet her sister, and I went into the PAC Room. Jasper couldn't stop annoying me with Ring Ding Dong, so I left the room and stood outside with Andy, watching the NCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton came down, and I talked to Tisya since her emotions were messed up. John came with the basketball, and something suddenly compelled me to go to the basketball court. Ended up playing intense basketball with Tisya. No one came to chase us out so we went home at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGSS Carnival Day. Tisya went for the DnT Robotics Competition thingy so Mrs Q put Kok Siang in her place. We were split into groups; Yanning and Weilin in charge of the APSN students, Bernice and Angeline the Red Swas kids, Kok Siang and I the Yu Neng kids. Since Mrs Q managed to get three extra people, Darryl, Yi Yang and Alif, she paired them up with Yanning and Weilin. Kok Siang got Alif, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group that followed me was not the most hyperactive bunch of kids, but I still tried my best to make them enjoy themselves. While we were at the Haunted House, Angel's group came up, and this really sweet girl called Evelyn gave me a balloon flower. :) We took pictures but I'm lazy to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what happened for the rest of the day, except for at night. For some reasons I just lost it. Willy came over and we talked from 9pm to about 11.30pm, downstairs and at 116. I really admire his childhood. He sent me back on his bicycle and when I got home I started making cards. And, well, that was just about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this Road Safety Talk which was plain boring, afterwhich it was the farewell concert for Miss N. It was a really sad event, and I like her alot as a VP. Ah, well. Sometimes goodbye is just inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had recess and then it was to the field, where we flew our kites. The string Tisya brought wasn't very strong, so we couldn't do much. I went crazy with Charmaine. After getting our feet burnt, running around and laughing so much, we went back to class. Mr Lee came and brought us to the library to "borrow books".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Mrs Q's period. She gave out class awards, and I was titled as "Optimal Performer". Alif got "Mr Funny Bone", and Boon Jin was "Mr Strong and Steady". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations to Nadhirah and Jane as well!&lt;/span&gt; :) We also got back our report books, and Alif couldn't stop saying he hates me because I "stole" his place. Well, Alif, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a tyco queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the birthday/upcoming birthdays of Amira, Siti, Vincent, Angeline and Firdaus. Then it was prep for the CIP trip again, and then we had spring cleaning. Cleared the newspapers with Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in school for fun, since there was PTC. Talked to Wei Zhi and Bernice, and had dinner at 85 with Bernice and Darryl. Came back, played basketball with Bong and Bernice. Laughed along at what Wei Zhi and his friends were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sgt JB Tay&lt;/span&gt;! After so many days of YOG stuff, our most Guailan member was back. He was really nice though, to wash his hands &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with soap&lt;/span&gt; before shaking my hand because he was stuffing his shoelaces into his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of everything I had to stay because Mr H asked me to accompany Kiat Teng. Well, let's not go into the details. Went home eventually at 10pm with Tisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday. Tomorrow they'll be leaving for Selangor, and it's three days alone. Well, maybe it's time to put my international balance into good use. Gonna get up early to send some of them off too, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Time really flies. First it was the first few awkward days in January, then the class got more bonded, then it was the exams, then the results, and tomorrow, they're leaving. It's not like they're not going to be back though. I shall miss the Guailan Group too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take care everyone, and bon voyage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5747311662312773527?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5747311662312773527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-really-dont-know-whats-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5747311662312773527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5747311662312773527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-really-dont-know-whats-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-5608990117175419711</id><published>2010-05-24T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:00:11.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is it for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally did it. I finally proved myself and got to the top. I've been so determined, what for? Just to prove that I can do it. But when I shared this piece of good news with you, all you could say was "oh, okay". Well, I guess you didn't know how much it hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was awesome on the whole today. In the morning I found out that Nigel just got Hazel. I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it, and for the whole day I kept telling him how jealous I was. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark my words, Hazel's gonna be mine one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were also seated in our original seating arrangements, which meant the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guailan Group is back!&lt;/span&gt; :D During the five periods of class prep for the overseas trip, our group was really hyper, and we just couldn't stop laughing. It felt really great to be back with the three of them. Our group's really bonded and warm, aw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moth Frenzy started again, and Alif was tasked by Mrs Quek to chase it out. While Yanning and Shulin were thoroughly freaked out by the innocuous insect, Alif entertained us with his futile attempts to chase the moth away, instead doing repetitive claps which made the class burst into intense laughter. Weilin and I laughed till our tummies ached, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess there was another short period for class prep, before we went for the Celebrity Anti-Smoking Talk. DJ Daniel Ong came down for the talk, and hell, he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good. He cracked us up, and the talk went so smoothly. I've never enjoyed an Anti-Smoking Talk so much before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk ended early, so we went back to class and Mrs Q came in. She told us she would be having one-on-one talks with all 42 of us, and we had to book appointments. The remaining amount of time left allowed her to talk to two people, and fortunately I got the second slot, the first being Willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me typical questions that would've been prompted in a teacher-student one-on-one talk. Family, friends, schoolwork. After that, we were dismissed and for the first time ever, I ate lunch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on my own accord&lt;/span&gt;. What was supposed to be a nice lunch with Tisya at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"emo corner"&lt;/span&gt; ended up to be me recounting my unhappiness to Sean in a voice that was a tad too loud, Kok Siang not understanding a single thing and nearly going crazy, Tisya trying to piece the story together and Hong Kuang calmly playing Worms on Sean's cell, amazingly unaffected by the amount of noise we were making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Siang eventually lost it and started torturing poor Sean, who was saved by yours truly on many accounts. After the mayhem we went up for the Carnival dry run, which was, to say the least, not really entertaining. My group had to follow 3E1's group because apparently the P6/APSN kids weren't here. I love Amos's station. (Which was, by the way, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete replica&lt;/span&gt; of Nadhirah's station last year. That got Nadhirah fuming mad.) The water balloons one was good too, had fun with Yanning and Weilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was anxiously waiting for their turn in the Haunted House, and Angeline and I decided to go, since Angel didn't want to go in. Saw Cassandra and Germaine, and we went up to look for them and ended up playing the maze, which was a terrible strain on my poor kneecaps. Well, my head, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the Mission Maker stations and had some fun there, before going back for the debrief. After the debrief ended I went down, and watched the usual people play basketball, talked to Willy as usual, and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here, contemplating whether or not to attend school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shit. I forgot to get food for the donation tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s : Your words touched me, once again. They were a source of motivation for me. Thank you for telling me that you are proud of me, thank you for encouraging me. Maybe it really is too early to determine if we're best friends, but I really hope our friendship lasts till the day I stop breathing forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-5608990117175419711?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5608990117175419711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-what-is-it-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5608990117175419711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/5608990117175419711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-what-is-it-for.html' title='So what is it for?'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-7430659509192344470</id><published>2010-05-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:44:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I ♥ Jiaobin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's Friday, and the week's coming to an end. This week hasn't really been productive, except that I feel extremely grateful to the very stubborn Willy, who has been taking real good care of me because of my gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had IPP today, and surprisingly it wasn't as hot as last year. I was assigned to the windows team along with Angeline and Ashley (Amira and Iffah too but they were absent) to assist Nigel, Boon Jin and Ziyong. Well, my job was just to tear more and more masking tape for them to seal the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class did it rather quickly, so Mrs Quek gave us our report slips for checking. My CA pulled my overall Math and English marks up, hell yeah. :) Finally the announcement that the exercise was over was made, and all of us tore down the trash bags in celebration and went out of the classroom to inhale fresh air. The outside air momentarily became aircon-like wind. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered in the field, and did the usual class cards/attendance thing. Then we witnessed the tree-planting event, before returning back to class. Eventually I went down to the canteen to eat because I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was not very exciting, we had a briefing about the Selangor trip, and then the BGSS Carnival. After school I went for DP, stoned, played basketball, stoned, went home. Oh, Kok Siang, thanks for the Sunny photocard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer up Wei Lin, Yek Khee, Bernice &amp;amp; Tisya. :)&lt;/span&gt; Jiaobin, don't worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are gonna be hella bored. Not really looking forward to next week because it's gonna be just talks about the Selangor trip and I'm not involved. Only important days are Wednesday and Thursday, Report Book Day and MPS. To be honest I'm kinda excited about Report Book Day, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shit. Suddenly remembered there's dry run of the BGSS Carnival on Monday. Holy. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees. Hols are coming. MOS isn't calling. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-7430659509192344470?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7430659509192344470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-jiaobin-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7430659509192344470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/7430659509192344470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-jiaobin-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-1559948779619289026</id><published>2010-05-19T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:11:52.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind of steel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helping you doesn't work. Leaving you alone isn't a solution. Tell me, what am I supposed to do? You've become so reliant on me like they said, that you're gonna crumble and fall if I leave you alone just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the lag, recently everyday after I reach home I fall into slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've gotten back all our results and I'm thanking my lucky stars I've passed all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I was extremely upset with myself because I made 3 careless mistakes in the Physics paper and lost 6 marks, which would have otherwise gotten me an A1 for the paper. But Chem was my saving grace, it pulled my overall Combined Science marks up. Math was a real surprise too, because I did better for P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm most happy about POA, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I passed the paper&lt;/span&gt;. Mrs Q, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you're going to fail your exams"&lt;/span&gt;, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was fun, because the whole lot of us who didn't bring our P.E. attire got punished to clean the P.E. store. And I found this amazing thing that saved so much of our efforts. Also I think I might have damaged the ball-pumping machine, or whatever it's called. Oh, 3/4 of the lesson was used to lecture/scold the whole class and those who weren't in attire. Ah well, Mr Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school my gastric came back and thank you Jasper and Willy for the crackers. Somehow everyone was playing basketball and I had a really nice long heart-to-heart talk with Willy. Learned some things about some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the trip to the YOG centre. For the earlier part of the day I couldn't stop thinking about what Mrs Q told me during recess, even to the extent that I kept quiet for the first time in Literature lessons. I had problems relating the incident to Hungshen because I had to go all the way back and I really didn't have the mood to. Luckily Tisya knew the entire timeline of the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, talking to Sean made me feel better too, not forgetting Boon Jin's generous continuous offers of popcorn chicken. Thanks Boon. We were split into groups and led by different tour guides around the centre. Cassandra, unfortunately for her, was our tour guide and it so happened that Alif, Shulin and I were among the 12 people she had to take. I had alot of fun dissing her. -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school and stoned in the PAC Room. Jasper locked the doors at around 6pm, so I wandered around, and then saw that the NCC guys were having their parade. So I witnessed the entire parade and saw how, for the first time, Willy took on the role of the unit's ASM. I thought he did a good job of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school till 7.10pm, then left the school with Willy and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, just wanna thank Willy, Jasper, Bernice, Tisya, Jing Jie, John and Wei Lin for taking care of me this week when my dear old gastric decided to visit me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall leave you readers here. Meeting Willy for dinner later because he's too stubborn for me to do anything. Ah well. Have fun readers. Don't dwell on your results if they're not up to expectations. Work harder for EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadhirah, congratulations on your SS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96/100.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well done you biatch.&lt;/span&gt; Haha, keep it up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578511387031404497-1559948779619289026?l=barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1559948779619289026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/mind-of-steel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/1559948779619289026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578511387031404497/posts/default/1559948779619289026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barrrr-nanaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/mind-of-steel.html' title='Mind of steel.'/><author><name>Banana Khoo™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578511387031404497.post-8787250849775939759</id><published>2010-05-16T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:27:05.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could I have stayed mad at you with the way you looked at me and asked me what was wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after trying out several blogging platforms, I'm finally back on Blogger. Not that OnSugar sucks or anything but imo Blogger is still the best. -wink-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the exams are finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;! Now all of us can breathe and just relax. Albeit three days of "holidays" could kill all our brain cells with plain unproductiveness. Today's Sunday, and tomorrow we'll all be getting back our results. Hope I don't fail any subjects, esp. POA. It would feel so darn good to prove Mrs Q wrong. Not saying I'm an anti, but I heard something about her some time back that might have changed my opinion on her a little. But it doesn't mean I'm passing just for the sake of proving her wrong, ohno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's review what the exam week was like for me yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit and Physics&lt;/span&gt;. Thought both were manageable, even though some people prolly thought the Physics questions were in Greek. After school, stayed back till 7pm, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math P2 and Chem&lt;/span&gt;. Math was a killer alright, it'll definitely pull my overall grade down. Chem was pretty easy. But in Section C I mixed up the properties of covalent and ionic compounds. But I was lucky I chose to answer the question on the low boiling point, or that'll be 4 marks gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - What paper did we have? Oh yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POA P2.&lt;/span&gt; It was... to be honest, I don't know what to say about the paper. I attempted all the questions, yeah, but I couldn't balance my Balance Sheet (unlike Kok Siang, who was extremely happy about it). Alif, on the other hand, was an extreme genius. He finished the paper before 11am and went to sleep, and at the end of the paper realising he missed out the closing stock in TPL, which means his BS's screwed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POA P1&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty good. Trial Balance came out! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hah, thanks Nadhirah. :)&lt;/span&gt; The theory questions were pretty easy too, and my favourite question came out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"State the Accounting Equation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ASSETS = OWNER'S EQUITY + LIABILITIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Q came in to invigilate us, and everyone stared the clock down to the end of the paper. I couldn't contain my excitement and kept smiling. Angeline turned around and gave me a hi-five, hah. :) Our row was dismissed so I packed my stuff and checked my phone : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 new messages and 1 missed call.&lt;/span&gt; I was about to reply, then Bong called, so I went down to the canteen to meet the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to 511 for lunch, with Bong, Caleb, and Jerald. Hungshen joined us, and Willy came too. All of us (excluding Hungshen) ate from the same stall, because according to Bong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"that side one not nice, this side one nice"&lt;/span&gt;. Bong paid for me, thanks yeah. :) Lunch was completed with intervals of racist comments and jokes, as usual, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerald loves black&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we headed over to Prima Deli because Bong had this $5 voucher and he treated us to bread. Caleb+Bong's 60cent incident was an extreme joke, seriously. Walked back to school, and it started raining. All of us stoned under the shelter, but at random times the basketballs were flinged out into the rain, and unlucky individuals had to go and pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy left for his clique outing soon after we went all the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the rain&lt;/span&gt; to the classroom block to pick up a basketball. The rest of the day was just, well, boring. There was not much people in school, since everyone went out to partaye. Left school with the rest at 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;- I went out with Hungshen! She texted me at 11.30am saying their presentation just ended and they had to discuss the JC camp stuff so I assumed it would end late, and I went to sleep. I woke up, and found out she texted me saying we'll meet at the agreed time, 1.30pm. I looked at my clock, 1.25pm. So I rushed out of the house and met her at Bedok MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Pasir Ris to get her ez-link card done, and then we trained to Bugis. She bought MOS Burger, and then we walked to Sim Lim Square to get her MP3. After that, she decided not to buy her headphones&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yet&lt;/span&gt;, so we bused back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not very productive, but it was Sunny's birthday! Heh heh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Sunny&lt;/span&gt;. I finished watching Factory Girl and stopped Girls Go To School since it was boring. Cheer Up! was boring too, so I watched Come To Play. Thus I conclude, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am an anti-Kara&lt;/span&gt;. Esp. Gyuri, her nose is so plastic. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I shall be unproductive again. But, at night I shall not, because every night on Facebook I'll end up chatting with Sean, who thinks saying oh my god is rude. Thus, he has come up with OMS, acronym for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh My Sean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's back to school. Hope my results are up to expectations. Good luck to everyone and I leave you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s : I'm getting more and more fond of typing in short form, and using :O and .__. 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