<?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-5655239</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:32:29.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>just my blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113334832713956632</id><published>2005-11-30T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:35:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, So Long</title><summary type='text'>Entry Number 335The Boi had moved. To somewhere new, and hopefully, somewhere better. Here was his last words before he went away:Been a really long time ehx? August 2003.. all the way to November 2005. That's 27 months. Argh. I'm old.Tomorrow is the start of December. =) 2 great things happening tomorrow so far,1) Watching Chicken Little!2) Neopets Advent Caldender Starts. Freebies!And i'm going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113334832713956632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113334832713956632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113334832713956632' title='Goodbye, So Long'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113326502959283945</id><published>2005-11-29T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:50:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect One</title><summary type='text'>If the perfect one chooses an imperfect partner, then the perfect one must be flawed too.我的天空今天有点灰我的心是落叶的季节我不知道如何度过今夜所有的灯早已经熄灭But it's this imperfect perfection that I like. 应该放晴的天气 还下雨别这样下去我难过但是说不错口Because in my eyes, it will always be perfect.月桂树飘香 那夜风变月光我的爱很不一样So even when it's time to wake up...星空下有温柔的微风我疲惫的心又开始有梦再也没离开过忍着寂寞穿越最荒凉的沙漠I will still go to the mountains and ask the sky... Where's my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113326502959283945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113326502959283945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113326502959283945' title='The Perfect One'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113318642350688535</id><published>2005-11-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:00:23.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated</title><summary type='text'>And now there's one more reason why I hate adidas. Other than their really out-of-fashion fashion, and the boring 3-stripes trademark... their tagline is something i absolutely do not agree on. "Impossible is nothing." Yeah right. It's just one hell of a farked-up thing dudes.Whatever. I'm just stupid to tell people not to fight the impossible, but in the end I tried the impossible and ahha. got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113318642350688535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113318642350688535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113318642350688535' title='Devastated'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113309018574959633</id><published>2005-11-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:16:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apollo and Daphne</title><summary type='text'>Ahh. A song in S.H.E latest album, Yue Gui Nu Shen aka Laurel... who's also Daphne.. the nymph Apollo fell in love with... Story goes like some God turned her into a laurel tree.. and Apollo made it his sacred tree... So how laurel wreaths came by.. was probably from that Greek tale. =) i think. it's a nice song. i like it. anyway. Goblet of Fire aint that fantastic. trust i-weekly to give it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113309018574959633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113309018574959633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113309018574959633' title='Apollo and Daphne'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113302077080078026</id><published>2005-11-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:01:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Losing</title><summary type='text'>I hate losing to that ugly bitch.today was great. alright. maybe not that great. but i like it. first time in weeks i played neopets, X-Men II, had a nap, went out to get a CD, came home for a LONG phone chat with ling and still listened to the new CD. it's plain, really. but i've longed for such a break for so long that when it finally came, i thought it was fantastic. hahahax.ok. neopets was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113302077080078026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113302077080078026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302077080078026' title='Hate Losing'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113292431321209726</id><published>2005-11-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:11:53.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overrated.</title><summary type='text'>I think i had said it before, and it's one of hani's favourite phrase:Sorry is way too overrated.precisely. i really wonder why people say it. it's almost a formality. eg. when you bump into someone on the train.. "sorry". when you accidentally step on the foot of another person.. "sorry". when you drop the entire stack of F-Maths worksheets in front of your whole class.. "sorry". now think about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113292431321209726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113292431321209726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113292431321209726' title='Overrated.'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113267064806032513</id><published>2005-11-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:48:57.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk yourself outta it</title><summary type='text'>Can you ever convince yourself of something? Say fears. Are we really born with fears like hydrophobia? Or dead scared of heights? Creepy-crawlies...? Err.. eyeballs?Why are there some who are fearless of water, while others are afraid of drowning when they are 100m away from the coastline? Maybe they are born with such "natural" fears.Or maybe, there's this pyschological thing at play, making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113267064806032513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113267064806032513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113267064806032513' title='Talk yourself outta it'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113245354400160086</id><published>2005-11-20T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T10:25:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Update</title><summary type='text'>been an eventful week. with so muchshopping, potluck, ogl meeting and LaoJiu: The musicalwell, obviously shopping was way too cool, liberating actually, since i had been deprived of retail therapy sessions since god knows when. argh. i need more sessions. but before that: I need more money.and finally, my dad decided to book the trip to HongKong. =) basically, it's a week-long trip but 2 days are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113245354400160086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113245354400160086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113245354400160086' title='Latest Update'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113206333979342863</id><published>2005-11-15T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:05:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernization</title><summary type='text'>PYMM C (minus meredith who's in bangkok now) went to chinatown for inspiration works. LOL. we kinda settled on "modernization" during our last meeting... which was also the one we changed from "Outcasts" to our new idea. and we were, and still are thrilled by this one. hehe.though now we're back to Square One... i hope we can still pull it through. come to think of it (stress and stressier) we're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113206333979342863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113206333979342863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113206333979342863' title='Modernization'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113198619591488903</id><published>2005-11-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:43:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishlist</title><summary type='text'>juz went shopping wif cam and pig. =) joys oh joys!went to Marina Square. second time after it reopened. i tell you, it's a wonderful shopping haunt. my favourite used to be orchard road (everyone's anyway) then QueensWay... but now that MS is here, it gotta be my favourite. probably not many heard of its reopening so not croweded at all. hahaha. i love to shop alone (or with a few company) and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113198619591488903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113198619591488903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113198619591488903' title='Christmas Wishlist'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113195248094269434</id><published>2005-11-14T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:14:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this photo!</title><summary type='text'>My fave photo at Ten Brothers!From bottom left (clockwise): Bro2 Jeremy, Bro10 HuiJie, Yeek, Talia, Bro4 Willie, Serene, Bro6 Edric (e bald one..), Bro8 WeiBin, Bro7 Gene heheh. e production manager Kim wanna meet us to pass a small token of appreciation from ToyFac. hmmmx i wonder what it is. till next time~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113195248094269434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113195248094269434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113195248094269434' title='I like this photo!'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113187334121854586</id><published>2005-11-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:15:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, the holidays</title><summary type='text'>Toyfac attachment ended last night... at 11:17pm. =) it was 3 hours earlier than the expected bump out time. geez. ok. these past 2 weeks were hell tiring. hell bitchy. hell farked up. and 2 person i met there juz made it worse. by the name of alycia and bae. the former was a real fake bitchx and bae.. while, she gets pretty irritating when she's anal, and she's about as anal as shit every second</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113187334121854586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113187334121854586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113187334121854586' title='Finally, the holidays'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113162027778438459</id><published>2005-11-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:03:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way street</title><summary type='text'>Life is always an one way street.One way thinking. One way wishful thinking. One way dream. One way fantasy. One way messaging. One way reply. One way greeting. One way answer. One way happiness. One way frustration. One way victory. One way defeat. One way understanding. One way commitments. One way relationship. One way love.Life is always an one way street.Driving down an one way street is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113162027778438459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113162027778438459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113162027778438459' title='One way street'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113156408566099847</id><published>2005-11-10T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:21:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing again!</title><summary type='text'>ok. OP is over. =) godsawewewasdog rocks. hehehex. hope i din disappoint you guys too much today for OP. i was e weakest speaker of you lot la... but whatever. haha! it's over! all over! nice time working wif you guys! and now... aaahhhh. fresh air. even toyfac seems more bearable. and only 4 shows left. 2 matinees and 2 night shows. so i probably can sleep in until 10am again. hehehe. and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113156408566099847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113156408566099847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113156408566099847' title='Breathing again!'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113145654513257471</id><published>2005-11-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:33:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from blogs</title><summary type='text'>nothing interesting happened since the morning entry. blearghx. a lot to bitch about the dreadful attachment as usual, more or less the same thing i guess. i shall just endure with the 4 shows left. you can do it, yeek. (prays)ok. but today still went blog-surfing. hehehe. i know i know, tomorrow is D-Day, but i really can't resist gossipmonger blogs, intellectual blogs, and blogs which i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113145654513257471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113145654513257471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113145654513257471' title='Learning from blogs'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113140527185085867</id><published>2005-11-08T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:14:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can smell it!</title><summary type='text'>hurray! it's 8th november. now, only five more days of that cursed attachment and i will get my... errr. well-deserved break? i mean, come to to think of it, no real break since september holidays! argh. preparing for promos, then promos, then post-promos woes, and preparation of OP, and then this hell of an attachment. blearghx. well at least after 12th, i will get to rest a lot... and do things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113140527185085867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113140527185085867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113140527185085867' title='I can smell it!'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113124598797282525</id><published>2005-11-06T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:59:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' High</title><summary type='text'>whipppeeee! LOLok. i am not excatly sure either, but i'm kinda *erHmX-HeMx* well, HIGH these days. hAHaHAx. no full moon neh. wonder why.so yesterday was a break from the blardy pathetic and unprofessional (more later) attachment i have. haix. slept in late, did pw script, went for pw (postponed..) and then went to celebrate wq's house. hehehequite cool narhx. long time never see everyone back at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113124598797282525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113124598797282525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113124598797282525' title='Feelin&apos; High'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113115860363806333</id><published>2005-11-05T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T10:43:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, where are you?</title><summary type='text'>*faints*damnnit!! i didn't know i can feel this tired. because of toyfac, i did blog for 5 days. aaarrggh. rare lorhx.ok, let's just (be silly and stewpig) wish everyone a happy deepavali and hari raya! -_-" HEY! i didn't get to enjoy the holidays alright. lol. blearghx. and come to think of it, it's actually quite a sad thing to sign up for the attachment. every time when they're doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113115860363806333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113115860363806333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113115860363806333' title='Holidays, where are you?'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113076038728469349</id><published>2005-10-31T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:29:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire, Fire</title><summary type='text'>totally burnt out. falling sick soon. to godsawewewasdog, i'm trying to recover asap!! i'm really annoyed. absolutely pissed off. i can't stand them at all. i'm getting some vigorous eye-rolling exercises whenever i meet them. can someone just do me a great favour, and eliminate them. argh. one is an irritant in all its rights. the other, who the bitch is she to order us around when she's of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113076038728469349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113076038728469349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076038728469349' title='Fire, Fire'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113054891096374835</id><published>2005-10-29T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:21:50.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing into things</title><summary type='text'>i'm really tired. had toyfactory attachment with serene and hwei san last night. in little india! can you believe it?! i've been wanting to go little india since Bus Service Number 48 started and there's a direct route from VJ all the way there! OH MAN! coool! now we are sorta 'attached' there.. I MUST TRY THE FOOD!! =) serene and i meeting there later for lunch btw! *yumyum*ok. the lady who is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113054891096374835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113054891096374835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113054891096374835' title='Rushing into things'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113041355543448289</id><published>2005-10-27T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:45:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitments</title><summary type='text'>1) TSD2) Toy Factory Attachment3) Project Work4) OGLand all these gonna kill me, i'm sure. especially when the attachment crashed with the oral presentation. argh. kinda regret signing up.. but well, the temptation of cold, hard cash for Christmas is way toooooooooo hard to resist. fortunately, godsawewewasdog managed to find a way to have runs and rehearsal before the actual presentation itself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113041355543448289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113041355543448289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113041355543448289' title='Commitments'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113033694969228230</id><published>2005-10-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:29:09.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It can be that stressful</title><summary type='text'>TSD is driving me mad. it's kinda stressful and i really have to say, it's kinda eating up the holidays already. with group and IS... wow. and still, PW. though PW is going to be over soon, but i really dun think tsd will be over anytime soon. argh. fortunately, i love what i'm doing and so i'm still fine with it.talked with lofty today but i kinda forgot what he said. hahah. but we changed our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113033694969228230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113033694969228230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033694969228230' title='It can be that stressful'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113024167778421575</id><published>2005-10-25T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:01:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pymm C</title><summary type='text'>and that's the name of group 4 by the way. yeah.. you pronounce it as pimpsy. lol. but forgive us... we absolutely are not doing some sexual- i mean dirty- pieces. we got e name simply from our initials. Priya, Yeek, Meredith, Mike and Cheryl. and it so happens that our examiner is call Mr. J. Pym. haha. you can say we name ourselves, in honour of him. =)so yup, group is definitely doing fine, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113024167778421575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113024167778421575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113024167778421575' title='Pymm C'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113016651806078194</id><published>2005-10-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:08:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.</title><summary type='text'>pw was -honestly- a waste of time. we could do better with an online meeting or a phone conference really. simply used 3 hours to divide the written report into 5 parts.. and then drew lots and tada. but still, it was entertaining talking to them as always. =)and today, well, finally dared to talk to mr lofthouse about my DS. i'm not sure why, but i always have a certain fear for the teachers... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113016651806078194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113016651806078194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113016651806078194' title='If it doesn&apos;t kill you, it makes you stronger.'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113012081927425419</id><published>2005-10-24T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:26:59.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Identity</title><summary type='text'>just a few days ago, a friend just told me that i seem to be a different person online [as in my blog] from what i appear in front of people [as in at school]ok. i know. everyone kinda thinks i have some sort of personality disorder. like the birth of rachael, my sisters and my imaginary dog. lolx. no wonder i like to do my duo movement piece. all about imaginary people aint it? geez.. but i dun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113012081927425419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113012081927425419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113012081927425419' title='Blogger Identity'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-113006421042758698</id><published>2005-10-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:47:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet</title><summary type='text'>seached "puppet" in Blogskins.. and only 2 results returned. one is the a clown-puppet; nice picx but i rejected 'cos its main colour is black.. the other one.. well, is the current one you're looking at. =) i dun like blogs that go for all black siax. almost all the blogs i've been to.. all using black. tsk. way too boring. and dun give me the 'stylish' excuse 'cos it's nowhere near STYLE. LOL. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113006421042758698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/113006421042758698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113006421042758698' title='Puppet'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112999668904039116</id><published>2005-10-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:59:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unfortunate colour but still beautiful</title><summary type='text'>orpheus. i really like the story! thanks so much to gen who gave me this idea... can still remember that the two of us were sitting at the bus stop along Still Road.. then suddenly we talked about our Individual Skills.. and upon hearing that i'm doin a dramatic sequence, she started talking (extremely passionately) about the story or Orpheus and Eurydice. and as a bonus, she added her own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112999668904039116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112999668904039116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112999668904039116' title='An unfortunate colour but still beautiful'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112978126110519822</id><published>2005-10-20T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:07:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So now who's dao huh?</title><summary type='text'>from today onwards, i shall not say 'hi' anyone unless they greet me first. this sounds like a total self-centered bitch and this is really a big step towards mutual hostility but it's just not fair for me to say 'hi' first everytime right.for example...Yeek was sitting in the canteen and having his lunch. Then A entered the canteen and both yeek and A caught each other's eye. But A turned away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112978126110519822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112978126110519822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112978126110519822' title='So now who&apos;s dao huh?'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112973392109275352</id><published>2005-10-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:58:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be contended and learn how to smile</title><summary type='text'>ok so i guessmost of us had gotten back all our results. all subjects scores were in by the end of today. =) though lit and geo probably not still...i dunno. not the type that floats beside everyone and asks them for their results. i mean, their expressions could so tell everything right? just cheer up larh, maybe the results were not up to your expectations but really, there's still chances to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112973392109275352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112973392109275352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112973392109275352' title='Be contended and learn how to smile'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112964880853834106</id><published>2005-10-18T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:20:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad I Moody</title><summary type='text'>ok. i was mad today. dunno. did a lot of things that surprise hani and shar and marcus. lol. and the attempt to scream back at my ears from hani was a priceless memory. *winks*24 hours is in a fantastic state. not sparking clean but there's space to play chess, checkers and even allow 8 people to sit closely together to dicuss their 16PF results.mine was expected. nothing to talk about it. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112964880853834106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112964880853834106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112964880853834106' title='Mad I Moody'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112956302140433024</id><published>2005-10-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:37:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It tasted bloody already</title><summary type='text'>it's kinda like a full-moon night today. i always love the moon. not that i'm a werewolf or anything.. but seeing something shining so brightly... though reflecting other's light.. but there it is.. hanging there... lovely dovely.and i must say today is really the worst day i've seen since i came into VJC. bad, really bad. not just to me but to all my dearest friends as well. not all, but a huge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112956302140433024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112956302140433024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112956302140433024' title='It tasted bloody already'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112944984281937697</id><published>2005-10-16T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:04:02.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught the breeze!</title><summary type='text'>ok yesterday was openhouse. it was fantastic!!! though some said it was not as hyped and not as nice as last year's.. but i certainly can't compare! hahah. 'cos last year at this time of the year, i had no intentions of going to any JC. but oh well. how i ended up in veejay.. hehe.. another story for another time i guess~but ok. mainly spent my entire day on TSD stuff. from the booth... to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112944984281937697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112944984281937697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112944984281937697' title='Caught the breeze!'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112930033714036549</id><published>2005-10-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:32:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion versus Practicality</title><summary type='text'>watched 'Twisted', a puppet performance put up by The Finger Players last night. i tell you, it's really a great show and i strongly recommend everyone to watch it! last performance on 16th Oct, Sunday. please, you do not need to have a love for puppets!! =) right, hard to explain everything but the storyline is fantastic, extremely simple yet very meaningful!! quote from marcus, a hole lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112930033714036549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112930033714036549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112930033714036549' title='Passion versus Practicality'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112913110700220878</id><published>2005-10-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:33:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's going to lead to pain</title><summary type='text'>i just can't forget ___i just can't forget ___do i really want to forget ___do i dare to forget ___what if i really forget ___what if i meet ___　againcan i still say hi to ___can i really forget ___i just can't foget ___i just can'tjust can'tcan'tforgetyou.it's so blardy late at night. thanks to you, sleepless nights again i guess. what a failure, yeek</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112913110700220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112913110700220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112913110700220878' title='It&apos;s going to lead to pain'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112912224753771869</id><published>2005-10-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:04:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why need yours hot anyway</title><summary type='text'>searching for a 'hot cup of teeth, that's what we all are looking for. don't deny it. if i put a down-right ugly person, even if he/she's the nicest person in your entire life, and he/she adores you so much, admit it, you just gonna freak and try to escape from them. ok, that is if you are a mean bitch. but even if you are a nice one, you are not going to love that person back and think about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112912224753771869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112912224753771869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112912224753771869' title='Why need yours hot anyway'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112904167239603408</id><published>2005-10-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:41:12.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine, thank you</title><summary type='text'>watched myth with gen this morning. not bad really. though the whole cast looked great except jackie. hahahah. fighting style.. ok larhx. rather exciting still... but the scene Rat Glue Factory.. didn't he got stuck on glue before? hmmmx. maybe just my imagination. and kim aka Ok Soe in the movie, was so whiny. "General Meng.. General Meng. gets on your nerve after a while. but haha, it's quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112904167239603408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112904167239603408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112904167239603408' title='I&apos;m fine, thank you'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112895299044607878</id><published>2005-10-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:16:11.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It travalled for so long, only to get vanished</title><summary type='text'>cleaning. cycling. screaming. laughing. singing. jumping. chatting. got all sweaty and dirty (keep that mind of yours clean people) but i love today. now that's what i call true enjoyment, true relaxation after promos. cheerios.first thing. was late for our very own TSD'05 GM. quite malu la. argh. nvm, the tsd reps are fabulous people!!! and so clean-up started at 9:15am. not bad, everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112895299044607878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112895299044607878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112895299044607878' title='It travalled for so long, only to get vanished'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112886294305948422</id><published>2005-10-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:02:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-exam days can be so cool</title><summary type='text'>woke up late. mahjong. shopping. cooool!!!and after this, i'm going to watch rented VCDs... and then plunge into harry potter and the half-blood prince. yes 3 months lag but still, i got it!! hAHhaHAHx! can't wait to start reading it. and no thanks to those who revealed the ending to me before. one slap for you!!!oh darn. haha, see, i'm trying for a new Mr. Nice Guy image. yes, it's hard. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112886294305948422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112886294305948422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112886294305948422' title='Post-exam days can be so cool'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112883293251083869</id><published>2005-10-09T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:42:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferris Wheel</title><summary type='text'>摩天轮 - Hebe坐摩天轮 送你一程 慢慢升高 心慢慢冷 趁着机身 划过云层 愿你收到 我留的吻 离别气氛 往往会拉长泪痕 怕我郁闷 打起十二分精神 僵硬的唇 是逞强的后遗症 不想谁 看见你泪在翻滚 心真的疼 目送着我爱的人 难舍难分 却隔一道玻璃门 转身飞奔 到常去的游乐城 在空中 才道别能不能 坐摩天轮 送你一程 慢慢升高 心慢慢冷 从此每当 我对你的想念太难忍 坐摩天轮 心会平稳 看摩天轮 像不像时间齿轮 转了一圈 又到了什么月份 每张票根 压在枕头下加温 霓虹灯 温暖等待的人 满天星辰 会陪我等 wonderful song. aarrggh. i love hebe's voice. lol. ok. random. shall go off now. =) for mahjong session!!!!! coming up with random lyrics that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112883293251083869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112883293251083869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112883293251083869' title='Ferris Wheel'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112877282562949867</id><published>2005-10-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:00:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry is the hardest word to say</title><summary type='text'>but just say it!!! before things get worse and you probably won't have any chance to do, ever again. argh. yes. just apologize if you've done something wrong or whatever. should really say it. honestly.alright. last night stayed over ah cam's house with the gang. hmmmmx. ok la. i always love monopoly. money-grabbing game. no need so much brains and just rush aroudn the board, collect rent, pay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112877282562949867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112877282562949867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112877282562949867' title='Sorry is the hardest word to say'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112868193750081139</id><published>2005-10-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:45:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival</title><summary type='text'>alright. the title probably won't have anything to do wif what i'm going to write here. argh. haha. it's a catchy phrase from the movie, Corpse Bride. my gawd. watch it people watch it. but before that,IT'S WAS LAST PAPER!!!! (for many people too!!!) whoohoox! sigh of relief really. i can't believe myself for being so duitiful devoted to my notes for the past week. wow. bad experience really. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112868193750081139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112868193750081139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112868193750081139' title='New Arrival'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112849750937589420</id><published>2005-10-05T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:31:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's history</title><summary type='text'>i wanted to puke throughout the whole examination. disgusting. no, not at the questions, but as in i was really very sick and so wanted to give up and leave.but quote priya "never do down without a fight"cool. so i stayed on and nearly vomitted. ha.questions were not that tough seriously. i think. but i just could not write anything. my back hurt, and i kept wanting to puke. wonder how the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112849750937589420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112849750937589420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112849750937589420' title='It&apos;s history'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112838967410219729</id><published>2005-10-04T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:34:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E for Econs</title><summary type='text'>that was an exciting paper. and a pretty scary one. argh. hmmmximaging entering the exam venue aiming for a 'D'.. and then it started, but after the first ten questions of MCQs, you know you are way too screwed. and so you finished the DRQs and Essays half-heartedly, praying for the best and there will be an improvement or you are so blardy dead 'cos you can't afford a 'F' this time round. hahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112838967410219729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112838967410219729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112838967410219729' title='E for Econs'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112813873220977832</id><published>2005-10-01T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:35:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stand...</title><summary type='text'>no no. dun worry or gloat just yet. my legs are perfectly fine and i've no intentions whatsoever to wheel myself into the examination hall on a wheelchair right.nah. just thinking of the phrase "can't stand" as in "can't tolerate"... like how you can't stand someone, can't stand the rules (eRHmX-hEmX*), can't stand the amount of homework, can't stand examinations, etc etc. and when you can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112813873220977832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112813873220977832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112813873220977832' title='Can&apos;t stand...'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112804290318092156</id><published>2005-09-30T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:15:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken</title><summary type='text'>i actually stayed up till 11pm to catch "Taken". no expectations for such a show, so can't really say whether it's great or not. but kinda like it though. not bad. tsk, however, it's a two-hour show. my gawd. so there, in the middle of promos, i'm glueing myself in front of the TV. smart move, really. oh. it's about ALIENS landing on Earth btw. catch it, you sci-n-tech geeky freaks! hmmx. so the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112804290318092156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112804290318092156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112804290318092156' title='Taken'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112797684734323319</id><published>2005-09-29T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:54:07.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I miss you, telly</title><summary type='text'>since the days of "Desperate Housewives".. i had never sat on the sofa and watch television programmes. tsk. so busy and tired. no good shows on air anyway.until the return ofThe Amazing Racewith a new twist, FAMILY EDITION. lol. where 4 family members have to run around the world (TOGETHER, AT THE SAME TIME AND PACE) for 1 million dollar. wow. the idea is new and pretty cool, really. but seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112797684734323319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112797684734323319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112797684734323319' title='How I miss you, telly'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112789994590629724</id><published>2005-09-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:32:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraphrasing and its woes</title><summary type='text'>as tradition goes, we should all blog and bitch about our examination papers after we're done with them. hmmmx. wait. do we have this tradition?oh whatever. so today was general paper. why is it called general paper, i have no idea. but it's definitely generally sucky. LOL. essay questions were farked up. question 1 about environment was the only do-able one for me. argh. and a point to note.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112789994590629724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112789994590629724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112789994590629724' title='Paraphrasing and its woes'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112782478030600523</id><published>2005-09-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:39:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><summary type='text'>how can anyone stay focused on studying without get distracted by any diversions?here's what some power-brained say.."plug in some hardcore music and just whack your notes" "go to somewhere really quiet""go to somewhere really quiet, a place without anyone else even""go and 'satisfy yourself' with the distractions so you won't get distracted again""don't think of anything else! just set targets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112782478030600523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112782478030600523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112782478030600523' title='Distractions'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112778937129971673</id><published>2005-09-27T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:49:31.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite invention</title><summary type='text'>and it's gotta be an iPod/iPod-mini.it can store up to thousands of songs and you can categorize the songs into different playlists. which is a fantastic feature. and despite the gigabytes of songs inside, you can't really get lost in a search for any song. you will definitely find it. =) moreover, quickly and efficiently. hehe9:30pm last night.. i borrowed marcus's iPod (it's an U2 special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112778937129971673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112778937129971673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112778937129971673' title='My favourite invention'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112753584507149498</id><published>2005-09-24T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:24:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a prostitute</title><summary type='text'>Ladies hanging around the red-light district, looking for someone who will willingly take her, pay her, in exchange for her service. but which prostitute loves her job? sleeping around, and geting paid? still, they have to carry on with their jobs, repeating that dirty routine almost every night, all for the sake of survival. maybe they're addicted to the money or whatever reasons, it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112753584507149498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112753584507149498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112753584507149498' title='Life&apos;s a prostitute'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112731393491274034</id><published>2005-09-21T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:45:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a fine, fine line</title><summary type='text'>There's a fine, fine linebetween a lover and a friend.There's a fine, fine linebetween reality and pretend.And you never know till you reach the topif it was worth the uphill climbThere's a fine, fine linebetween loveand a waste of timeThere's a fine, fine linebetween a fairy tale and a lie.There's a fine, fine linebetween "You're wonderful" and "goodbye".I guess if someone doesn't love you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112731393491274034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112731393491274034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112731393491274034' title='There&apos;s a fine, fine line'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112721984262285556</id><published>2005-09-20T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:37:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache 心痛</title><summary type='text'>can we live in a world, where we do not know what's love? can we?*slaps*of course not! without love, there wouldn't be us in the first place. since we are in this world, i guess we just have to face all its vices, and personally i think 'love' is one big one. why do we love? what is there we must satisfy that we need to love? what is so great about love that we can just fall into 'love' just like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112721984262285556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112721984262285556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112721984262285556' title='Heartache 心痛'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112704232456356212</id><published>2005-09-18T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:18:45.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim High Fall Hard</title><summary type='text'>mug mug mug. everyone is mugging. slackers are out from their slack-zones and reading their lecture notes and textbooks already. cool shit, people.unlike midyrs, this promos is "DAMN IMPORTANT!" cannot retain, cannot retain. everyone is making a blardy big fuss out of it. as if they will retain. nah. they all want to be some high flyers, get scholarships and fly to harvard, oxford or anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112704232456356212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112704232456356212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112704232456356212' title='Aim High Fall Hard'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112661679955005644</id><published>2005-09-13T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:16:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱河 River of Love</title><summary type='text'>We're like water droplets. Flowing, and flowing, until we end up in the River of Love. Some may plunge in early into the river, say the upper course. Others will just be a little slower, later. But all the water droplets in the river, are eventually flowing towards the sea, the ocean, where Eternal Happiness is waiting.But along the way, some may have a really smooth time along the river course, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112661679955005644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112661679955005644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112661679955005644' title='爱河 River of Love'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112645750848088334</id><published>2005-09-12T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:00:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><summary type='text'>Do you remember 4 years ago... that terrifying scene showed across the globe.. where 3 planes crashed into the Twin Towers? frightening huh? but damn it. it's so bloody real. we're living in this scary reality, and every single day, we have to worry if the building beside us, or worse, the one we're in, will explode into smithereens. argh.and from karmun's blog:Expectations is the root of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112645750848088334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112645750848088334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645750848088334' title='Remember'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112640563350844334</id><published>2005-09-11T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:27:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, Like, Love, Lust</title><summary type='text'>from the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary of Current English (fifth edition):long, to have a strong desire for something or to do somethinglike, to find something/somebody pleasant or satisfactory (ie; fond of)love, to feel strong affection and desire for somebodylust, a strong sexual desirealas, we never really learnt our lessons, do we? well, or at least for myself in this case. folks, get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112640563350844334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112640563350844334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112640563350844334' title='Long, Like, Love, Lust'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112633953319337012</id><published>2005-09-10T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T16:45:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day is gone</title><summary type='text'>Amazing isn't it?!- taken while slacking off during dramazing racedramazing race is supposedly a dumb and waste-of-time event. where irritating, artsy-fartsy, attention-seeking and loud secondary school kids run around singapore, doing tasks where make them absolutely retarded and spastic, getting clues to proceed to their next make-them-look-retarded tasks.. all these to get themselves a printer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112633953319337012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112633953319337012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112633953319337012' title='The day is gone'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112621905840497030</id><published>2005-09-09T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T06:41:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Seventeen!</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ZUHAO (boss-man!), RACHAEL, AND YEEK! =)right. this is really crazy. 6:28am and i'm online already. all because i can't sleep. only managed to catch a little 'nap'. blearghx. gonna faint later. *better not*and yup.9th September is here! i'm in it now! HAhHAHaAx!! wHOoHooOx! feel really old. whatever. paranoid a little here: my 27th birthday is after 17th April 2015! hmmmx. hmm..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112621905840497030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112621905840497030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112621905840497030' title='Smashing Seventeen!'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112618548880598384</id><published>2005-09-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:18:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day is near</title><summary type='text'>it's 9:02pm now. nite time. not very quiet though... not in my world.i wonder will we meet tomorrow. you said you may turn up. we will see then. less than 3 hours,and i will turn 17.ah mun's want-to-really-live entry. hmmmx.it may be a happy day. it may not.no one knows. and it's up to mewhether i wanna make it a happy one or not.i'm not sure. i hate birthdays. you're supposed to be happy and you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112618548880598384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112618548880598384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112618548880598384' title='The day is near'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112617520331190181</id><published>2005-09-08T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:11:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdates, get'em right</title><summary type='text'>*sigh* looks like it. the little bedtime story of how two bimbos trying to get their friends' birthdates right will be lost forever and ever. it's funny really. but rather humiliating too. so thus, the decision of conveniently-losing this fabulous tale. oh of course.There's always a future, for history to repeat itself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112617520331190181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112617520331190181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112617520331190181' title='Birthdates, get&apos;em right'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112610622159633349</id><published>2005-09-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:24:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Surfing</title><summary type='text'>Entry 275(hit!)and this time... after setting off 2 hours ago.. i'm back to blogger main page. home sweet home.found some pretty cool links:Write Wing WarriorsCarnival of the GodlessRaging Hopewell. word of caution. some of these stuff... read with an open mind yea? but it's nothing much anyway.. basically, it's all over the news and in fact, world. just that only blogs can provide the common </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112610622159633349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112610622159633349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610622159633349' title='Blog Surfing'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112609234196625620</id><published>2005-09-07T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:25:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst?</title><summary type='text'>"Teenage angst is a mere passing phase and should be ignored." Discuss.relax. i'm not gonna write an essay here. no writing power anyway. probably will be pulled into more GP-R (TOOOOT!!!) sessions with mr young.. not that i'm complaining much.. *winks* anyway, GP-R today was like.. wahliewx.. wanna slap mr young manx... gave me 1 GP essay, 3 GP essays outline, rewrite my 20/50 GP essay, 1 GP </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112609234196625620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112609234196625620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112609234196625620' title='Angst?'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112600785724065901</id><published>2005-09-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:57:37.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness Blogging</title><summary type='text'>ok. this is madness blogging. like 5 to 8 entries per day?! siaox.ok. stop. 300th by 0909 is impossible. forget it. hmmmx...  275 is enuff i guess. =)mad yeek</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600785724065901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600785724065901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600785724065901' title='Madness Blogging'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112600407590058383</id><published>2005-09-06T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:54:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually...</title><summary type='text'>hmx. how many times had you said the word 'actually?'hmmmmx. Tyra Banks. tsk. Tyra Bonkers. honestly..."BE QUIET!"bitchy tiffany rambles on..."BE QUIET"bitchy tiffany still at it..."SHUT UP"bitchy tiffany is on a roll..."STOP IT!"*tooooot*[dramatic silence]"You should take responsiblity of yourself! blah blah blah! You think this is a joke?! blah blah blah.. We're all rooting for you! blah blah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600407590058383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600407590058383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600407590058383' title='Actually...'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112600376986112298</id><published>2005-09-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:49:29.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An actual conversation</title><summary type='text'>J: (silence)P: I'm quitting Neopets.J: Surprise surprise.P: I gonna stop until PromosJ: WOW.YK: quite. bloggin here.J: entry number what?P: 270?YK: NopeP: 271YK: YUP.P: told you i'm smart.YK: yadayadaJ: mr distinction what.YK: yup disgusting.**this, actually, is not an actual conversation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600376986112298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600376986112298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600376986112298' title='An actual conversation'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112600361364815351</id><published>2005-09-06T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:46:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#270</title><summary type='text'>i know. i know. i juz blogged like less than a minute ago. but who cares reallytoday is tuesday. which means.... tomorrow is wednesday? cool. and that means. GP remedial with mr young. i know i had ranted aobut this before.. but just let me do it again. 1-on-1 GP remedial is like farked up. honestly. i gonna die, i know. i gonna hate mr young for many weeks.... i can't hate him. i shouldn't hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600361364815351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600361364815351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600361364815351' title='#270'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112600343416614022</id><published>2005-09-06T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:43:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#269: Mugging</title><summary type='text'>oh well. yes. at jeremy's house now. bored. pathetic house manx, really. no mahjong... aaarrggh. 3 pple here only... so yupx. forget it. hmpf.ok. gave up on vietnam essay. too difficult... too bad sayers. another time ba. hahahahahahx.ok. 269th entry. one more step to 300. aaarrrggh. go go go.blearghx. love is so blind.. and deaf. and DUMB. arghx.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600343416614022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112600343416614022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112600343416614022' title='#269: Mugging'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112598107455391005</id><published>2005-09-06T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:31:14.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#[05.a52 FM]</title><summary type='text'>tune in to the best radio station ever!!!#[05.a52 FM]hAHHAHAhaHAHxthat's our veejay05a52 class blog, by the way. superduper cooool! credit goes to sharlene!! hAHAHx. New Features1)navigation system is by 'on-click' function!2)black and white theme!3)all of us are Disc jockeys! hAHhAx! (cool, shar!)4)our "Harry-Potter" names are all up there...!5)lastly, THE PHOTOS ARE ALL UP!!! whoohoox.yes.so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112598107455391005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112598107455391005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112598107455391005' title='#[05.a52 FM]'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112598022608492818</id><published>2005-09-06T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:17:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Sake of Mugging</title><summary type='text'>i'm back. just to say,i'm off. to mug with pig. and once again, i had to lay aside 'Spanglish'. nearly a month since i managed to get a copy... yet i never had the chance to watch it. blearghx.to hell with mugging.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112598022608492818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112598022608492818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112598022608492818' title='For The Sake of Mugging'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112597809279276511</id><published>2005-09-06T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:41:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 April 2015</title><summary type='text'>Do your math. it's less than 10 years actually. i'm not sure why. but this number is stuck in my head. 170415? hmmmx.we are all afraid of dying. *ding ding ding* some will argue back they don't. and you can predict they will start entering their philosophical mode and quote from some unknown past/dead/living philosophers about the topic of Life and Death. it's never boring to hear what others got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112597809279276511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112597809279276511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112597809279276511' title='17 April 2015'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112589852543192570</id><published>2005-09-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:50:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>咸鱼 Ikan Bili</title><summary type='text'>咸鱼我是一条咸鱼 不想承认 也不能否认不要同情我笨 又夸我天真 还梦想着翻身咸鱼就算翻身 还是只咸鱼 输得也诚恳至少到最后 我还有咸鱼 不腐烂的自尊我没有任何天分 我却有梦的天真我是傻 不是蠢 我将会证明 用我的一生我 如果有梦 有没有错错过才会更加明白 明白坚持是什么我 如果有梦 梦要够疯够疯才能变成英雄 终会有一篇 我的传说 （有一天 有我的天空）我不好也不坏 不特别出众 我只是敢不同我的人生就是 一错再错 错完了再从头也许放弃掉一些 活得更轻松 我却不再是我我不愿一生 晒太阳吹风 咸鱼也要有梦做我的英雄 在我的天空我知道你懂 知道你会懂词曲: 阿信</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112589852543192570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112589852543192570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112589852543192570' title='咸鱼 Ikan Bili'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112584824630122828</id><published>2005-09-04T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:37:29.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy again</title><summary type='text'>hahah. after many failed attempts to correct my blog template.. i've decided to use the templates Blogger has to offer. not bad really. i'm kinda happy with it. colour and layout, though very simple, i think the template is just nice for me. well. holidays here. muggers will start mugging while slackers will stop slacking but go into an eternal sleeping mode.. (HELLO!? it's like 9 days of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112584824630122828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112584824630122828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112584824630122828' title='Crazy again'/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112537322971079406</id><published>2005-08-30T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:40:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duo Carnivalwhooohooox! it's finally over. argh. duo movement is definitely one of the best memory i'm gonna have in TSD. =) love it totally! thank you, cam, cy, pig and wy for taking time down and coming to watch us! hope you enjoyed yourselves! and our dearest helpers, maya, yish and nic for helping out with the voice-over, sound and lights! couldn't do without you gurls! and my lord, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112537322971079406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112537322971079406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112537322971079406' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112483475285039393</id><published>2005-08-24T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T06:05:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Move it!alright. i'm in love with movements. i think it's a nice performance skill to explore. although TSD.. the last letter of the acronym stands for DRAMA, well..oh dear! i'm in DRAMA CLUB too. hmmmx.. haix. acting is just not my thing. not saying movement is. but between the two, i will definitely choose movement. hahaworking with sulas is pretty cool too. juz throw ideas around, pick them up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112483475285039393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112483475285039393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112483475285039393' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112462075514756796</id><published>2005-08-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:39:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whateverfark off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112462075514756796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112462075514756796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112462075514756796' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112454171798832060</id><published>2005-08-20T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:41:58.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>obviously, their problem does not concern me, in any single way. hmmx. maybe a little. but hey, i aint saying i dun support them. of course i do. it's something very special to every single one of them. so yea, i'm definitely on their side. however, tsk. they really need to grow a brain, seriously. one thing for sure, i do not, and never will, support their current demostrations or movements. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112454171798832060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112454171798832060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112454171798832060' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112428762335806576</id><published>2005-08-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:07:03.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Life Storyand he just went on, telling us (quite a bit) about him and his life story. though young he is, i think he had went through pretty much. certainly not damn experienced, but he had his share. maybe it's just a part of growing up. maybe it's not.life is simply complicated. maybe that's really life. we are always questioning it. but it's just too complicated for anyone to come up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112428762335806576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112428762335806576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112428762335806576' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112411369219792464</id><published>2005-08-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:48:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duo-Performancesand now i'm happy about everything. =)honestly, earlier this morning when i first heard about the compulsory duo-performance IS, i freaked out and the Bukit Changi Minah juz took over. started swearing like a mad bitch. -_-" oh well. you see, i was really really really keen to do a dramatic sequence and not a pure movement piece, or acting. my gawd. wait. i am still very keen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112411369219792464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112411369219792464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112411369219792464' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112386276349833120</id><published>2005-08-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:06:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puppeteers Unite!yes. cliche title. but yea! i love all my fellow puppeteers, (just to be bitchy), at least those who helped me in my puppetry! namely marcus, talia and rowell. hAHhAx! love you people manx!!!and today, the 4 of us presented our puppetry.. honestly, i think all of us did pretty well! marcus's furry monster and excellent idea of puppet stage, talia and her true passion for shadow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112386276349833120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112386276349833120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112386276349833120' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112359797892425856</id><published>2005-08-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:32:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday!!to both Singapore an Jeremy!!haha! yesterday was jeremy's 17th birthday. 8th aug. 1988. super duper nice birthdate larhx!!celebration was damn funny. some of us wore really weird stuff. =) nuthing interesting at the celebration except our flag dropped TWICE! my goodness. what a sign.dinner at jer's house. his maid cooked quite a number of dishes and we didn't manage to finish all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112359797892425856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112359797892425856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112359797892425856' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112339772650427553</id><published>2005-08-07T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:55:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell, girl!last night, bob n shawn held a farewell party for zhiying at bob's house. tampiness. far away land. lol. well, glad the atmosphere wasn't really sad or awkward. probably due to all the crazy games we played. which i can't say much because of the little pact we made. so yea.. though of course, after everyone left, with only a few stayed behind, (me, marx and andrea stayed by chance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112339772650427553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112339772650427553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112339772650427553' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112313021902792020</id><published>2005-08-04T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:36:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ha. damn it. my puppets are not going anywhere. aaarrrgggh. Where's my man? it's a really great song. hahah. composed by me. thank you thank you. hehehhx. madness!!drama photo shoot was damn weird, but still fun of course.haix. time seems to pass very fast. extremely fast. i still owe mr young a GP essay.. but i really really can't sit down to do it. argh. i need my guangdan!! AHhAHAhAx. *yumyum*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112313021902792020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112313021902792020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112313021902792020' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112278564647237549</id><published>2005-07-31T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T12:54:06.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Partieshehex. friday nite, the gang met up and celebrated yuxuan's birthday! HahHAx cool manx! though i didn't really like the food at cafe cartel.. or rather the food we ordered. all deep-fried. not my kind of food. only ate a litte... tsk yet that birthday boy kept nagging me to eat more. lolafter tat went to ktv. one of my short-term dreams came true! hahahx. totally went wild and sang a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112278564647237549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112278564647237549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112278564647237549' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112260348814426004</id><published>2005-07-29T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:18:08.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Nighthaha. nice night really. come to that later.karmun, tash, jas, priya and i were super late for econs tutorial yesterday. -_-" argh. mr chan a bit like lost his temper la. felt really bad manx.. late for 20 mins.. tsk. but still he's really nice.. i think. =Xwent to esplanade again. lol. spoiling the photocopying machine was pretty fun. hHAhaHAx. paper jams everywhere!! =) hehex.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112260348814426004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112260348814426004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112260348814426004' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112238920046145221</id><published>2005-07-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:01:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idealism and PerfectionismFatal combination really. Being so unrealistic, yet a perfectionist, it seems impossible to compromise each other. To perfect an impractical dream.. wow. maybe i'm just thinking too much, way too much.damn. i'm so idealistic at times. fortunately the perfectionist in me seldom kicks in.. or i will kill myself perfecting all the out-of-reach thoughts. weird. i think i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112238920046145221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112238920046145221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112238920046145221' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112208779621310624</id><published>2005-07-23T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:03:16.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be Nice Todayhmmmx. i wonder why people are always mean to people. hurting others in various ways. 'belief VS purpose' argh. but there's always something called 'unintentional'. maybe we must be more careful with our words and our actions. "Ren Yi Shi Feng Ping Lang Jing, Tui Yi Bu Hai Kuo Tian Kong"Direct Translation: If you just bear with someone/something, the winds and the waves will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112208779621310624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112208779621310624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112208779621310624' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112196016040903449</id><published>2005-07-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:36:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cursesreally. what's up with TSD and crutches. first cheryl, then liting, followed by ruth and saiful. blearghx. latest cursed soul: ME.damn it. i was playing pepsi-cola with priya and marcus. when priya tried to step on my foot.. i jumped and landed wrongly, which resulted in me falling and injuried my right foot. or ankle. hmmmx. i'm not really sure it's twisted or sprained or whatever. i had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112196016040903449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112196016040903449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112196016040903449' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112169459024434315</id><published>2005-07-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:49:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're the super-slacker!! Homework?What's that? Studying? Not in your vocabulary.You hardly study and almost never do your workand yet, by some divine intervention, you'restill surviving. And you come to school soun-often, your teachers have praticallyforgotten that you even exist. Go, you slacker,you!!Which Stereotypical Singaporean Student Are You? brought to you by Quizillalol. how true. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112169459024434315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112169459024434315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112169459024434315' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112152630577271272</id><published>2005-07-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:05:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Class DicussionsI really really did not have intention to spark off such a heated argument in GP class yesterday. i was just wear my ATC and SRGL collar pins, which is really Anti Terrorists Campaign and Support The Rights of Gayism and Lesbianity. i did not wear these pins for fun.. just want to do something about 'World Peace'but after yesterday's lesson, i decided to change my ATC pin to BNT. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112152630577271272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112152630577271272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112152630577271272' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112126213895256287</id><published>2005-07-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:42:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>communism. USSR. China. certainly a big-time failure. i think. but then again, it's just an ideology and no one can say it's wrong. democracy, may be the best form of goverance, but definitely, not 100% right. and i hate its flaws. with a group of people, the high flyers, leading us, sucking away our wealth. it's inevitable, since we are under such a policy and we can only accept it. there will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112126213895256287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112126213895256287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112126213895256287' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112117557915438109</id><published>2005-07-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:39:39.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you seniors, for everything. honestly, i won't miss all 36 of you all, 'cos i juz did not really crew for some of you, and hence the absence of many 'bonding' sessions. but as one whole smashing TSD'04 batch, yes, i will surely miss all the fun you shared with us, all the things you taught us, all the screamings, all the hugs and all the magical pieces you had created. thank you very very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112117557915438109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112117557915438109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117557915438109' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112096447285904282</id><published>2005-07-10T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:01:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how many, how many squatting down, squatting down, nobody, nobody squatting down, squatting down, STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!haHAHhaX! last nite, after public pee.. karmun, talia, marcus and i went crazy and wild. the girls taught us how to play a very sick game (but very fun still!).. no game title.. but yea.. objective of the game.. to have your opponents to strip down to the very last piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112096447285904282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112096447285904282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112096447285904282' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112074903238033395</id><published>2005-07-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:10:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Lips-Pouting Day!sadly. today... there's another terrorist attack in london. or rather.. terrorist attacks. BLEARGHX. can't they just leave innocents alone. ALONE?! fucked up assholes.argh. bought 100 rolls of "gaffa" for TSD. heavy. lol. spent a long time trying to find a shop to sell gaffa larhx. hard. first to sungei road, then to beach road.. that hawker centre + army supplies place (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112074903238033395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112074903238033395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112074903238033395' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112056915361103279</id><published>2005-07-05T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:30:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and sayers can just confidently claim his title of "Most Efficient Marker" of the school.. no probably.. the world. it's juz been a week since history papers.. and there he was, today at history tutorial, returning us our Modern History essays. scary. anyway, i got 18/50 which i think is an "O".. target hit! whOoHOooX. still have European History essays with ms edna tan, the "Least Efficient </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112056915361103279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112056915361103279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056915361103279' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112044674312905000</id><published>2005-07-04T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:12:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right. it's independence day. though the folks in america are still in the night of 3rd july.. i think. hahawell, juz a short and quick entry... gonna meet talia and krystle later for lunch. *grins*last nite.. i entered the bathroom to take a bath. then i saw the mirror on the cabinet. i stared at it (and obviously 'i' stared back).. i giggled at that and then made a 'cute' face' at it and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112044674312905000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112044674312905000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112044674312905000' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112037032263383428</id><published>2005-07-03T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:09:50.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy youth day, everyone!go and enjoy yourselves people! young people, be glad you're young and energetic!! for the older ones, well... hope that you all are still young at heart! joy to the world! oh of course, for those extreme image-conscious and anti-aging ones.. there's always liposuction, wrinkles removal and lots of others skin care products that will help you to revert back into your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112037032263383428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112037032263383428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112037032263383428' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112028409217766646</id><published>2005-07-02T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:13:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to sentosa yesterday with marcus, maya, didi and bob. had a really great time swimming in the sea (yes i do know how to swim people. i learnt it before remember..?) and suntanning ourselves on the floating platforms.. it was super relaxing.. destressing ourselves after exams.. aaahhhhh. and maya, marcus and i all held hands and jumped into the sea from the platform.. and shouted "geraniumo".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112028409217766646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112028409217766646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112028409217766646' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112018441945874615</id><published>2005-07-01T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:34:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KAWAII NE!!good morning diary! *hugs* hAHaHHAx! sluttily happy! happily slutty! whOooHOooX! joy to the world! a toast! (no no no! no alcohol. orange juice only) cheeerrs! aaahhhh!!! i'm overwhelmed with immerse happiness peeople!!firstly, MIDYEARS ARE OVER. secondly, i watched WAR OF THE WORLDS. thirdly, PLAYED POOL LAST NIGHT!! fourthly, I GET TO REACH HOME AT 1AM THIS MORNING! LATENESS!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112018441945874615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112018441945874615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112018441945874615' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112012139369419644</id><published>2005-06-30T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:49:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S OVER!!!whOOoHOoX! midyrs are all over...! well at least for most of us anyway.. MT people and those who still have other papers... keeping muggin' and all the best ya?! =)haix. but somehow, i dun really feel relieved. happy yes, but definitely not relieved. i guess 'cos i din even study at all for the midyrs.. so my mood was constant and relaxed throughout... can't really feel the relief now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112012139369419644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112012139369419644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112012139369419644' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5655239.post-112004683000855731</id><published>2005-06-29T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:07:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and tada! i had finished 4 papers... though i dun mind saying i had finished midyears. LOL. right. so juz had TSD today and lit (yucks) tmr..well, i enjoyed myself while doing the TSD paper. i nvr prepare myself for it and i didn't really understand e questions either. section A was unseen passage, an extract from the play A Map of the World.. by.. errr i forgot liaox. whatever. question one, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112004683000855731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5655239/posts/default/112004683000855731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badboi.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112004683000855731' title=''/><author><name>yeek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12321703600509983831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
