<?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-2627389572957221929</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:10:28.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;it ends-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-2745246069815671311</id><published>2007-09-08T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:16:16.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i shall sound nicer in this post (:&lt;br /&gt;though i aint really gonna type much&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i will let songs do the talking&lt;br /&gt;well, if you cant put something in your words,&lt;br /&gt;then use other people's words&lt;br /&gt;in the form of lyrics, books and the sort&lt;br /&gt;or if you really mind,&lt;br /&gt;then just keep what you want to say to yourself *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ..&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that i would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;-wonderwall; oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wooohooo i love this song yeah!  :D&lt;br /&gt;lets get high on this chorus hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is an S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna second guess,&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you,&lt;br /&gt;now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the other half&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass,&lt;br /&gt;better believe I bled&lt;br /&gt;It's a call I'll never get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-S.O.S. ; Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-2745246069815671311?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/2745246069815671311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=2745246069815671311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2745246069815671311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2745246069815671311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/09/dd.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-549743089122200817</id><published>2007-09-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:30:51.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm&lt;br /&gt;...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont talk about today..&lt;br /&gt;not surprising cos this whole holiday week is kinda screwed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but on this very day last week...&lt;br /&gt;well lets recall..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the thing that started this crapped holiday week started on that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, i figure that it would sound nicer if we talk about the day before that,&lt;br /&gt;which was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;fridays&lt;/u&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;has always been my favourite day of the week &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;had teacher's day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;then went to nyps and met the old guys. ( teachers?? )&lt;br /&gt;chilled and lunched at serene :D&lt;br /&gt;killed time at sr's house later.&lt;br /&gt;wont go into details about them&lt;br /&gt;but special mention goes to the teacher's day celebrations :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made my day yeah!&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was cooooll&lt;br /&gt;the band that performed were pretty good to me haha&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the wonderful talent pool of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;buckley&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;or AT LEAST..&lt;br /&gt;i saw two guys in there that were from buckley.&lt;br /&gt;the keyboardist/songwriter who also did a lot for the cny's celebrations&lt;br /&gt;i think he's called kelvin&lt;br /&gt;or kevin&lt;br /&gt;or k*smth*&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a whole different name -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other guy was the one playing the acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;recognized him cos he asked me how buckley fared after i finished running at the cross-country meet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall stop blogging and go reply to some older contacts now.&lt;br /&gt;they had been emailing me and stuff for quite some time now but..&lt;br /&gt;i had never got around to replying them.&lt;br /&gt;most recently there was this person i met 2 weeks ago when i was out,&lt;br /&gt;from the 2nd/3rd pri sch i went before i went nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;i wont say if the person's a he or she.&lt;br /&gt;but he/she recognized me and said hello but i..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and its not just ex-classmates.&lt;br /&gt;sighhh ):&lt;br /&gt;its just this bad habit of mine i guess..&lt;br /&gt;after some time, i just forget/dump/lose interest in people.&lt;br /&gt;i have a bad attention span with everything.&lt;br /&gt;had better quit this "involuntary" attitude&lt;br /&gt;esp when my life's gonna get so much more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;shant emo anymore for you.&lt;br /&gt;god knows who come here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;think i will quit blogging here now.&lt;br /&gt;since i have decided on what i'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;not too much of a blogger anyway.&lt;br /&gt;always like to keep my personality to myself&lt;br /&gt;but always feel that i reveal too much when i type.&lt;br /&gt;and after all the editing..&lt;br /&gt;the post ends up sounding weird ._.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention&lt;br /&gt;the thing that bugged me for the holiday was fever.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i have recovered&lt;br /&gt;sincee..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;today -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;shall stop this &lt;s&gt;typical pms bitching &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it boring &lt;s&gt;bitching&lt;/s&gt; to oneself anyway&lt;br /&gt;have always told people that i am a good boy&lt;br /&gt;and of course, keeping to my word.&lt;br /&gt;thus, it would be really sad if you find any evidence against&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISHING&lt;/span&gt; everyone a late&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy September Month&lt;/span&gt;" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i really do mean this by the way.&lt;br /&gt;afterall,&lt;br /&gt;its the month i am born in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be reason enough to not sound sarcastic .&lt;br /&gt;rightt? ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-549743089122200817?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/549743089122200817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=549743089122200817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/549743089122200817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/549743089122200817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-2721682019765435630</id><published>2007-08-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:17:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;POETRY SLAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. today's assembly rocked &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, it was uhh all about poetry slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poetry slam means&lt;/span&gt;: saying an original poem in the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think that is what it means anyway o.O&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, it was hilarious and most poems were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;esp the LAST poem that was performed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;to love. love. love.&lt;br /&gt;to yearn. yearn. yearn.&lt;br /&gt;to cherish. cherish. cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends. friends. friends.&lt;br /&gt;siblings. siblings. siblings.&lt;br /&gt;family. family. family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all got my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; on the right side.&lt;br /&gt;but when i look down.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is at my left.&lt;br /&gt;... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was only part of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;but that's not so important.&lt;br /&gt;cos the thing that i liked most was the last 3 phrases above (:&lt;br /&gt;soo ermm..true?&lt;br /&gt;catchy!&lt;br /&gt;and cheeky ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but you have to be there and see their body languages as well to really understand how funny it was (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-2721682019765435630?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/2721682019765435630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=2721682019765435630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2721682019765435630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2721682019765435630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/08/poetry-slam-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-615593528048356</id><published>2007-08-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:24:42.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today at school</title><content type='html'>sorry for yesterday's random post &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;but the show is really nice! haha&lt;br /&gt;for one, there was a "rapping granny" that performed. take it literally! hahaha she's really quite pro though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school today was a day of many firsts.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, its the start of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt; week!&lt;br /&gt;during assembly, the whole english department went in front and made an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;telling us about the language "english",&lt;br /&gt;part of it went like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" it could be used to start a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;did you know the first WWW was found in english?&lt;br /&gt;it could be used to swear,&lt;br /&gt;and curse,&lt;br /&gt;or to wriggle your way out of something&lt;br /&gt;... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it continues and i cant remember. it was hilarious though! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for english week was " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hats&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;hence, explaining why the the english teachers were all wearing hats.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, the hats are lovely x)&lt;br /&gt;but some of the teachers wearing them could do with a better figure. no offence xD&lt;br /&gt;cant help but notice one female teacher though&lt;br /&gt;she looked sooo like rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;quite tall, wearing all black, same style of clothes and hats.&lt;br /&gt;just that she's slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;a good thing if you ask me *nods head*&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;Sexayyyee Umbrellaa-aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went back to class&lt;br /&gt;...and i copied geog from fabian x)&lt;br /&gt;i had my own reasons lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was copying halfway and changrui KINDLY took it from me&lt;br /&gt;and returned to fabian&lt;br /&gt;later telling him oh-so persuasively why not to let me copy.&lt;br /&gt;then fabian replied ( i was there and heard )&lt;br /&gt;" aiya, nevermind lah. yesterday i called him and he sounded veryy sad. i think he broke up with his gf. let him copy lah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. gosh! xD&lt;br /&gt;he sounded serious when he said it and kept emphasizing to me later in the day that i REALLY did sound sad.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday he called me regarding some buckley photo things.&lt;br /&gt;which i hmmm..*cough cough wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh *laughs*,&lt;br /&gt;when has this random reason been a reason good enough for me ( or you ) to copy guiltlessly,&lt;br /&gt;if so, that would be really cool *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started our gymnastics module for today as well.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i'm still able to do my forward rolls, backward rolls and cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i totally overheard what your were saying.&lt;br /&gt;something about flexibility having to do with my night activities.&lt;br /&gt;or more specifically,&lt;br /&gt;i heard,&lt;br /&gt;"having sex with someone"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dun worry. i don't!&lt;br /&gt;cheers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had geog sometime for that day.&lt;br /&gt;i learned,&lt;br /&gt;that this geog teacher has absolutely horrendous teaching skills regarding the difference between different types of landforms.&lt;br /&gt;for e.g.&lt;br /&gt;" a valley is like a col but deeper. a saddle is like a valley but shallower. "&lt;br /&gt;he was apparently telling us about the difference between those close-in-meaning terms.&lt;br /&gt;and refuses to use diagrams to explain ( until later in the lesson, when i had already given up trying to understand by then )&lt;br /&gt;from what he said, i can also logically infer that a saddle is similar to a col right? -.-&lt;br /&gt;confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just finding every tiny bit of fault in him,&lt;br /&gt;like i aint the type who cares a lot if someone even teaches well or not.&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the lesson&lt;br /&gt;my classmates were also asking me&lt;br /&gt;" do you understand what he was saying? "&lt;br /&gt;okay. so MAYBE they are also finding fault in him.&lt;br /&gt;which means that its from a biased viewpoint of me and my classmates that i am relating this to your readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;there's that flair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;egoistic arrogance&lt;/span&gt; to him that i just cant stand. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; geog would be better if i could choose the teacher. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was nice though (:&lt;br /&gt;i played the role of a dog for a mini animal farm skit relating to the commandments.&lt;br /&gt;who somehow knew how to do a PUSH-UP&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but that was done just because for the skit.&lt;br /&gt;i still have to keep the image that i can only do one push-up,&lt;br /&gt;if you round it up.&lt;br /&gt;cos i only can do half a push-up, the part of a push-up that requires you to go down ( before going up ).&lt;br /&gt;half = 0.5&lt;br /&gt;0.5 rounded up is 1&lt;br /&gt;which explains the one pushup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the hilarious scene of the group having to do the commandment about animals not being able to WEAR clothes! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ART ATTACK!&lt;/span&gt; and others also.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;its 10pm now.&lt;br /&gt;philo test and jap test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;havent touched on them but pretending i did.&lt;br /&gt;shant blog anymore &gt;&lt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-615593528048356?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/615593528048356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=615593528048356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/615593528048356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/615593528048356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-at-school.html' title='today at school'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-3009920773722133425</id><published>2007-08-19T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:17:10.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show</title><content type='html'>OH GOSH. guys plss watch "america's got talent"&lt;br /&gt;a variety show :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its seriously damn funny&lt;br /&gt;either that or its really cool&lt;br /&gt;haha its showing now actually and i just love it so much,&lt;br /&gt;that i took a break to "advertise it" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-3009920773722133425?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/3009920773722133425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=3009920773722133425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/3009920773722133425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/3009920773722133425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-gosh.html' title='show'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-2302163250789789563</id><published>2007-08-19T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:15:20.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macritchie!</title><content type='html'>yay. yesterday was NICE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go to macritchie reservoir to walk (?) for some cip stuff at 7.15am/7.30am&lt;br /&gt;however, i woke up at 7am&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..so i rushed to the meeting spot,&lt;br /&gt;and reached at 7.45am. but my class had not left yet so it was allright x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to a bustop and took a bus to macritchie.&lt;br /&gt;it was freezing inside. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;oh haha and the bus was tilting to the left ( cos shengyi was sitting at the left) for the whole journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we alighted, walked under a cool underpass and arrived at an entrance of macritchie i never knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we started the walk and i lagged at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its so much better than walking infront, where everybody seems to be crowding around you and me feeling that it's stuffy even thought its wide in the open -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;took some pictures while walking. which is why they were so blurry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway here are the less blurry ones that are easier to make out:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgF0yaCaUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9TJzaQTlIzY/s1600-h/h+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgFHyaCaTI/AAAAAAAAACI/dMqkVfp92NY/s1600-h/h+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100332209345292594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgFHyaCaTI/AAAAAAAAACI/dMqkVfp92NY/s320/h+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moss-covered tree + leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgF0yaCaUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9TJzaQTlIzY/s1600-h/h+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100332982439405890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgF0yaCaUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9TJzaQTlIzY/s320/h+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a majestic cruise ship that sunk in the middle of the errr.. atlant&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; ocean x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgGLSaCaVI/AAAAAAAAACY/HLjUchv_L60/s1600-h/h+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100333368986462546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgGLSaCaVI/AAAAAAAAACY/HLjUchv_L60/s320/h+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a fishing ground? o.O and what happens if you fish just 1cm before the sign post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued walking and saw some guys training for their respective ccas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some acs guys working out at a looks-abandoned-but-judging-from-the-two-vending- machines-besides-it-is-actually-not-abandoned shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their cca was canoeing i think. quite sure about that but err they canoe here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh too bad ri doesnt have canoeing as a cca ):&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;then we saw the x-country guys from ri and rjc training as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked more and luckily,&lt;br /&gt;we did not have to stop for every few seconds to be briefed about some nature things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos of the obvious difference in the walking pace ,&lt;br /&gt;my class, without intending it, was "split" to 2 groups&lt;br /&gt;1 group consists of 8pupils + our form tchr&lt;br /&gt;and another group consisting of the other pupils in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i belonged to the first group&lt;br /&gt;the first group belonged to the back :D&lt;br /&gt;shows how slack, cant-be-bothered and cant-be-bothered-to-act-that-he's-bothered our form teacher is x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the point,i wouldnt know if the guys at the front are being talked to about nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had a rather INTERESTING conversation at the back&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;just that i feel kind of uncomfortable whenever my name is mentioned in the conversation &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked and arrived at a "checkpoint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw theophilus of 1k standing around like a guide and it seemed that he was going to talk to us somethings about nature.&lt;br /&gt;yeah sadly though, that was what he was supposed to do D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but our class was naughty, we just walked away rather rudely 20secs into the speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgGpSaCaWI/AAAAAAAAACg/Cs9N90tK66A/s1600-h/h+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100333884382538082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgGpSaCaWI/AAAAAAAAACg/Cs9N90tK66A/s320/h+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's shengyi allowing me to take a photo of him xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only person-picture that i took though x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; very different from p4/5/6.&lt;br /&gt;he's like more childish, messy, &lt;em&gt;horny&lt;/em&gt;, cuter in his own way, spaz etc.&lt;br /&gt;guys better watch out; he might just succeed in kissing you&lt;br /&gt;gals err.. he will come after your with a horny laughter&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you have got to admit, he has an extremely contagious laughter now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued walking, across the bridge, up the winding road to the area of the "forest" filled with monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;but i did not remember seeing any monkeys for that day ):&lt;br /&gt;some of the pictures i took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgIdyaCaXI/AAAAAAAAACo/cKi9s9ngtyk/s1600-h/h+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100335885837298034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgIdyaCaXI/AAAAAAAAACo/cKi9s9ngtyk/s320/h+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tall Tall TALL tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgI0iaCaYI/AAAAAAAAACw/srcn1R9FHek/s1600-h/h+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100336276679321986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgI0iaCaYI/AAAAAAAAACw/srcn1R9FHek/s320/h+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;short short short bird's nest ferns :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgJKiaCaZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qPMfmxnaBSg/s1600-h/h+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100336654636444050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgJKiaCaZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qPMfmxnaBSg/s320/h+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;moss&lt;/span&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgJYSaCaaI/AAAAAAAAADA/lnLDqOjU0hU/s1600-h/h+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100336890859645346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgJYSaCaaI/AAAAAAAAADA/lnLDqOjU0hU/s320/h+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha. how peaceful.. isit me or is the air a bit more "polluted" and less "fresh" to the indian man whose one hand is covering his nose? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgJkCaCabI/AAAAAAAAADI/wCvkAO7VVl0/s1600-h/h+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100337092723108274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgJkCaCabI/AAAAAAAAADI/wCvkAO7VVl0/s320/h+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picnic? fishing? with plastic bags. ...of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite okay i guess, talking and laughing and walking.&lt;br /&gt;but we kept blocking runners ):&lt;br /&gt;there was this nus runner who was training&lt;br /&gt;and got fed up with us and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;"guys keep to your left. its very rude blocking the whole pathway! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then our form tchr got angry as well and shouted back at him to stop and that he wanted to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the nus guy was already too far ahead and did not hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the return leg of the nus guy's run,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bumped into us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my form tchr recognized him and shouted after him again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time he heard and turned back and jogged slowly to our form tchr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had a short heated argument and there was this eerie silence after the nus guy said the last sentence of that argument..&lt;br /&gt;then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secretly, i supported the nus guy.&lt;br /&gt;i understand how it sucks to be running so hard, suddenly find this group of students blocking the path, and having to wait for them to move away.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to get your breath back and you would never get back to your original momentum for that run.&lt;br /&gt;but i also did not like it that he shouted at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people shout; no matter how good their reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgKgCaCacI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VA_MySKVI7A/s1600-h/h+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338123515259330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgKgCaCacI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VA_MySKVI7A/s320/h+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trees with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; leaves = NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgLiSaCadI/AAAAAAAAADY/0yI2yTGq2EA/s1600-h/h+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100339261681592786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgLiSaCadI/AAAAAAAAADY/0yI2yTGq2EA/s320/h+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;moss covered logs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgLyiaCaeI/AAAAAAAAADg/DDo8WrDWJng/s1600-h/h+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100339540854467042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgLyiaCaeI/AAAAAAAAADg/DDo8WrDWJng/s320/h+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~from another view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgMPyaCafI/AAAAAAAAADo/kwb85lrKJ_M/s1600-h/h+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100340043365640690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgMPyaCafI/AAAAAAAAADo/kwb85lrKJ_M/s320/h+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;black log + green/brown leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgMfSaCagI/AAAAAAAAADw/3aH71_cbVb4/s1600-h/h+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100340309653613058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgMfSaCagI/AAAAAAAAADw/3aH71_cbVb4/s320/h+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;branches and leaves taken in bad lighting. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgMryaCahI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qVGqy9nGf7E/s1600-h/h+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100340524401977874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgMryaCahI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qVGqy9nGf7E/s320/h+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spiderweb on stems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgM7SaCaiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w3dFTY3tRSs/s1600-h/h+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100340790689950242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgM7SaCaiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w3dFTY3tRSs/s320/h+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; leave among &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; leaves. not a fruit. pretty cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgNJCaCajI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p6D-A7HmlSY/s1600-h/h+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341026913151538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgNJCaCajI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p6D-A7HmlSY/s320/h+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;intertwining stems haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgNWCaCakI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yAJeV5S_ioQ/s1600-h/h+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341250251450946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgNWCaCakI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yAJeV5S_ioQ/s320/h+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;intertwining stems intertwining with each other? hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgNxiaCalI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BI5HHnRPWk8/s1600-h/h+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341722697853522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgNxiaCalI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BI5HHnRPWk8/s320/h+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgOCSaCamI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nuBRa48kI2E/s1600-h/h+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342010460662370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgOCSaCamI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nuBRa48kI2E/s320/h+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;log sliced by a butcher to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the opening of his shop. as of today, its is FREE! works on a first-come-first-served basis. self-delivery required though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgORCaCanI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ORrOGp_7jic/s1600-h/h+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342263863732850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgORCaCanI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ORrOGp_7jic/s320/h+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i LOVE this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgOciaCaoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t38RUssswQ0/s1600-h/h+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342461432228482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgOciaCaoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t38RUssswQ0/s320/h+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;same here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgOvSaCapI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hfN678klGcE/s1600-h/h+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342783554775698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgOvSaCapI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hfN678klGcE/s320/h+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the reservoirrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgO-SaCaqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xQPmH4uQFJU/s1600-h/h+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100343041252813474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgO-SaCaqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xQPmH4uQFJU/s320/h+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyone wants to accompany me into the darkness? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgPJyaCarI/AAAAAAAAAFI/usaLLjN-E0U/s1600-h/h+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100343238821309106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgPJyaCarI/AAAAAAAAAFI/usaLLjN-E0U/s320/h+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fungi on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgPViaCasI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_GmwDSLBSsY/s1600-h/h+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100343440684772034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgPViaCasI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_GmwDSLBSsY/s320/h+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a closer inspection from the underside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgPiSaCatI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rxoNieRu7SI/s1600-h/h+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100343659728104146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgPiSaCatI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rxoNieRu7SI/s320/h+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember "king-kong" the movie? this *whatever*, looks like the thing that hangs at the entrance of the "village" at skull island in the movie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgQdCaCauI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SImU0vOKDDk/s1600-h/h+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100344669045418722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgQdCaCauI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SImU0vOKDDk/s320/h+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the left side of the "whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we walked to a clearing and had to do some sit-ups/pull-ups to continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later,&lt;br /&gt;we continued into another clearing and met 2/3 other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they told us that we had to go to another path back, they had to go to another path back, ask us where the other path is for them...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;i got confused and had not idea what they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;neither did my tchr nor my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked chose the path that looked the "nicest" and walked till we ended up by the road side.&lt;br /&gt;as in highway road side o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before we did that, we had a water and food break.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring anything to eat but my fren gave me some things to eat :D&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgSoSaCawI/AAAAAAAAAFw/so6NdxG1sAA/s1600-h/h+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347061342202626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgSoSaCawI/AAAAAAAAAFw/so6NdxG1sAA/s320/h+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adorable terrapin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgSwyaCaxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XCM-hDoVAeU/s1600-h/h+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347207371090706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgSwyaCaxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XCM-hDoVAeU/s320/h+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bye bye wenjun. i am bored of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTAiaCayI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vo4_QposHko/s1600-h/h+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347477954030370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTAiaCayI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vo4_QposHko/s320/h+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lets find more guys to attract. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTNyaCazI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q5Xh8PdaDx8/s1600-h/h+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347705587297074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTNyaCazI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Q5Xh8PdaDx8/s320/h+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg. i thought it was a new species of snake with arms at first! thought i was going to make it big! till i found out after i took the picture that it is a water monitor lizard. still interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTYCaCa0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MEn966QNdJo/s1600-h/h+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347881680956226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTYCaCa0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MEn966QNdJo/s320/h+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it REALLY does look like a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTjyaCa1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rBn7V0yJDxk/s1600-h/h+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348083544419154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTjyaCa1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/rBn7V0yJDxk/s320/h+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it likes to swim. it seems to keep swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTvyaCa2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p07iq4gcsjw/s1600-h/h+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348289702849378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgTvyaCa2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/p07iq4gcsjw/s320/h+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or maybe i'm just taking these photos at an extremely fast rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgT3yaCa3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tVKdMabEOO8/s1600-h/h+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348427141802866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgT3yaCa3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tVKdMabEOO8/s320/h+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;swim more big guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUESaCa4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Nd1yyWRo8W4/s1600-h/h+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348641890167682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUESaCa4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Nd1yyWRo8W4/s320/h+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uhh..the back side of the water monitor lizard. i'm not a voyeur. it is just that it swam too fast and i timed it just wrong &gt;&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUQCaCa5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3cz2XKEEiQ8/s1600-h/h+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100348843753630610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUQCaCa5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3cz2XKEEiQ8/s320/h+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUbyaCa6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MTMQpEElStg/s1600-h/h+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100349045617093538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUbyaCa6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/MTMQpEElStg/s320/h+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it looks dangerous and fierce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUvCaCa7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/6ij6KSMwptk/s1600-h/h+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100349376329575346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgUvCaCa7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/6ij6KSMwptk/s320/h+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soil that is somehow very HARD and shaped like uhh.. muscles on a stomach o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgU9iaCa8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zHb3W4kwYDg/s1600-h/h+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100349625437678530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgU9iaCa8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zHb3W4kwYDg/s320/h+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;same thing. different view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgVbSaCa-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1uISy6y-L_U/s1600-h/h+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100350136538786786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgVbSaCa-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1uISy6y-L_U/s320/h+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this odd vine that was sticking into the path. my fren went "gahh ( disguested ) " when he kicked at this thing that was blocking his path, yet not knowing what it was. after he realised and noticed it, he went " ahhhh ( freaking out ) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgVpiaCa_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/JceoG07_35I/s1600-h/h+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100350381351922674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgVpiaCa_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/JceoG07_35I/s320/h+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the vine is hairy at its base too. ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we walked by the roadside and rested again at a bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;i saw bus 93 arriving and told my class there was a bus coming.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we ended up on the bus to bring us back to RI&lt;br /&gt;class 1h was in the bus as well o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we alighted and cut through the chinese temple to go back to RI.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of funny things happened there but i am too lazy to say. but two of them include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finding our classroom being occupied by dancing SCOUTS. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-us occupying a seminar room without permission. it was actually booked for some chinese thing, as we unfortunately ( and hilariously ) found out. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got dismissed and some guys and I went to j8 by bus.&lt;br /&gt;that is after we got fed up with waiting for the stupid rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;so hmmm.. gosh a whole lot of things happened again.&lt;br /&gt;basically, we had lunch at mac.&lt;br /&gt;but i bought subway's cookies to eat as well cos i totally &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we did a lot of things at j8 after lunch also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of them involved window-shopping minus the buying things part &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of them involved supposedly watching a movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of them involved crapping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of them involved taking pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;etcetc. you get the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; some of the pictures: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgitCaCbAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/99gGHapgIZA/s1600-h/h+070.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgitCaCbAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/99gGHapgIZA/s1600-h/h+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100364735132625922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgitCaCbAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/99gGHapgIZA/s320/h+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; Eiffel Tower &gt;.&gt; tempting... *tongue licking mouth* hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgjeSaCbBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VoHJa-VCKNY/s1600-h/h+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100365581241183250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgjeSaCbBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VoHJa-VCKNY/s320/h+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;base of Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgjoiaCbCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bUWXRoAKlvo/s1600-h/h+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100365757334842402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgjoiaCbCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bUWXRoAKlvo/s320/h+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;top half of the Eiffel Tower. looks delicate... in a very bad way if the producers did not glue the biscuits together properly ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgj0CaCbDI/AAAAAAAAAII/NLIfq2PsLGI/s1600-h/h+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100365954903338034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgj0CaCbDI/AAAAAAAAAII/NLIfq2PsLGI/s320/h+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Pyrmaids of Giza? whatever, like i care... biscuits are still biscuits, no difference what they are shaped after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgj_yaCbEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/slVAWVHK9VE/s1600-h/h+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366156766800962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgj_yaCbEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/slVAWVHK9VE/s320/h+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London Bridge? o.O exactly how long does it take to fall...    *...is falling down falling down. London Bridge is falling down...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgkNCaCbFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eMmIGcWLm7A/s1600-h/h+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100366384400067666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgkNCaCbFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eMmIGcWLm7A/s320/h+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sideview of London Bridge in the background of the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgqJiaCbGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OEt_WduvOww/s1600-h/h+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100372921340292194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgqJiaCbGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OEt_WduvOww/s320/h+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahaha. Esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgqYyaCbHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FLOpV-yVloI/s1600-h/h+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100373183333297266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgqYyaCbHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FLOpV-yVloI/s320/h+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esplanade pic no. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgqpCaCbII/AAAAAAAAAIw/wKzjo4IN3SE/s1600-h/h+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100373462506171522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgqpCaCbII/AAAAAAAAAIw/wKzjo4IN3SE/s320/h+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esplanade + London Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgq9iaCbJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3Wk070L8vPQ/s1600-h/h+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100373814693489810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgq9iaCbJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3Wk070L8vPQ/s320/h+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care to make a guess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgrNCaCbKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t6nm5D-R3gc/s1600-h/h+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100374080981462178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgrNCaCbKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t6nm5D-R3gc/s320/h+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. they are the petronas twin towers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgrkCaCbLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LvSvDluBv58/s1600-h/h+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100374476118453426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgrkCaCbLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LvSvDluBv58/s320/h+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petronas twin towers pic no. 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgrviaCbMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CQElsCTm9bc/s1600-h/h+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100374673686949058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgrviaCbMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CQElsCTm9bc/s320/h+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's the linkway between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgsJCaCbNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UBuEGRNM1cg/s1600-h/h+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100375111773613266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgsJCaCbNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UBuEGRNM1cg/s320/h+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taj mahal ~TADA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgsTyaCbOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pYMConYoI8Y/s1600-h/h+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100375296457207010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgsTyaCbOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pYMConYoI8Y/s320/h+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taj mahal pic no. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgs4iaCbPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fhdQZ9BXpf0/s1600-h/h+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100375927817399538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rsgs4iaCbPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fhdQZ9BXpf0/s320/h+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;great wall of china yes? though it looks like a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgtEyaCbQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GG29lBPxxeQ/s1600-h/h+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100376138270797058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgtEyaCbQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GG29lBPxxeQ/s320/h+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taj mahal + great wall of china + petronas twin towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgtgiaCbRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6zYsj7yj6RI/s1600-h/h+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100376615012166930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgtgiaCbRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6zYsj7yj6RI/s320/h+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front view of the London Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgvbiaCbSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ivs2_pBPqT0/s1600-h/h+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100378728136076578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgvbiaCbSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ivs2_pBPqT0/s320/h+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view of the taj mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the whole, saturday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. we also saw 2 campus superstars participants. both were semi-finalists. one of them exited at the fifth round, the other one at the next ( fourth ) round. one was the dark tracker named joanne, the other i just cant remember. they were eating macs and my fren saw them while we were eating there and told me. ...and both were females. that's about it x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-2302163250789789563?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/2302163250789789563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=2302163250789789563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2302163250789789563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2302163250789789563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/08/macritchie.html' title='Macritchie!'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/RsgFHyaCaTI/AAAAAAAAACI/dMqkVfp92NY/s72-c/h+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-5124270353518434842</id><published>2007-08-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:31:43.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy b'dae s'pore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;b'dae &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;and also to the someone whom i was celebrating the birthday with.&lt;br /&gt;a relative of some sort lah -.-&lt;br /&gt;( just that i dono what the "naming word" for that person is -- naming words as in like 'uncle', 'aunt' etc )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohh and i realised that if i hear the national day songs (from previous years till now),&lt;br /&gt;they make my heart leap! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;i dono..&lt;br /&gt;its like the more i listen to them,&lt;br /&gt;the nicer they sound x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i dropped another tooth today wow o.O&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;will go and sleep soon xD&lt;br /&gt;have a great day ahead YEAH! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-5124270353518434842?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/5124270353518434842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=5124270353518434842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5124270353518434842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5124270353518434842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/08/happybdae-singapore-and-also-to-someone.html' title='happy b&apos;dae s&apos;pore'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-6106922409625205069</id><published>2007-07-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:08:13.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>sometimes, you guys are just soooooo funnyy  xD&lt;br /&gt;one moment, your are saying how smth is impossible&lt;br /&gt;and the next..&lt;br /&gt;you are going on abt how u are better than "impossible"&lt;br /&gt;really, tsk. get things clear nxt time first kay ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-6106922409625205069?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/6106922409625205069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=6106922409625205069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/6106922409625205069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/6106922409625205069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-7118373402588569579</id><published>2007-07-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:45:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numbering post</title><content type='html'>1) i understand why blogger sucks now&lt;br /&gt;2) school was usual; a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;3) looking&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to tomorrow,  and i hope i get what i want ( by then and that it doesnt turn out too bad )&lt;br /&gt;4) i reallyREALLY&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wish.. i will complete most/work on my projects this weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;5) namely} engERP, create a html webpage for chinese, math pt, science pt and ResearchEd.&lt;br /&gt;6) add on to revision&lt;br /&gt;7) i hope i dont die too badly :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i feel like spacing to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;iscream-soundssweet.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;but not today, perhaps someday&amp;amp;somewhen later in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-7118373402588569579?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/7118373402588569579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=7118373402588569579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/7118373402588569579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/7118373402588569579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/07/numbering-post.html' title='numbering post'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-4860498122131565624</id><published>2007-07-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:04:02.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gab ((:</title><content type='html'>gabriel, i know you will not be reading this,&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dun even know who visits this page.&lt;br /&gt;for one, i knew i DIDN'T personally tell any boy this url &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;as for girls, i am not so sureee...&lt;br /&gt;i like having my own secrecy&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you dont get what you didnot ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys never asked me soooo.... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, gratz for doing well ( i heard ) at yr concert ystrday.&lt;br /&gt;you are getting to be really PRO, you know(:&lt;br /&gt;actually, i was supposed to watch u perform ystrday&lt;br /&gt;as in i bought tickets..&lt;br /&gt;but i was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WORRYING&lt;/span&gt; too much about not being able to finish my work and i couldnt make it in the end&lt;br /&gt;...i am feeling rather weak from all these late night sleeping alrdy and i cant sleep so late anymore&lt;br /&gt;))):&lt;br /&gt;sighh, which brings me to the point that i still haven't watch u perform yet&lt;br /&gt;at yr hse, nanyang, tv or anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHICH REMINDS ME..&lt;br /&gt;last time when i was one of those who were asked over to yr house to do some interview ( for a tv program about you )&lt;br /&gt;later, after we ( me, you and the other guys that were invited over ) had fun playing, they started asking us ( me and the other guys who were invited ) some questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the last one to be bombarded with questions&lt;br /&gt;judging from how the camera ppl FAILED in trying not to laugh at my answers,&lt;br /&gt;i think i was rubbishing for the whole thing xP&lt;br /&gt;i know there was this "killer" question&lt;br /&gt;" Why do you think gabriel plays the violin well? "&lt;br /&gt;zomg, i dono, i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; seen u played before ! but then i pretended i did and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( well, i was quite blur at that time&lt;br /&gt;but if i think back correctly.. )&lt;br /&gt;i think i plainly repeated what the other guys said when they were asked the same question previously&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;as i was answering halfway, i also rmbed whispering to the other guys&lt;br /&gt;" err.. what did u say? what should i say? "&lt;br /&gt;( and i was still being filmed at that time )&lt;br /&gt;this was only an answer to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; question. OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. HILARIOUS! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a few weeks later,&lt;br /&gt;when i came to yr hse again.&lt;br /&gt;your mum was saying to me&lt;br /&gt;" you know wenjun. you were really cute and funny in the vid. NOW, the camera people want to know who that boy is.. "&lt;br /&gt;and so on..&lt;br /&gt;then she started rushing me up&amp;down and all over yr house.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, she insisted that she give me a copy of the vid before it was aired on arts central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EMBARRASSED&lt;/span&gt; that i think i was trying to run away and saying "uhhh..no. no need " to everything she said. AND i still havent watch that video yet.&lt;br /&gt;oh well x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELYmemories&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i will remember them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely hope that for this paper that is over 50,&lt;br /&gt;i would not fail by 25 marks ):&lt;br /&gt;please hope i get lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-4860498122131565624?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4860498122131565624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=4860498122131565624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4860498122131565624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4860498122131565624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/07/gab.html' title='gab ((:'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-7208963184213586744</id><published>2007-07-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:30:12.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont take things for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know, everything does end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-7208963184213586744?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/7208963184213586744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=7208963184213586744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/7208963184213586744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/7208963184213586744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/07/nth.html' title='nth'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-2020204657133980701</id><published>2007-07-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:54:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;LIVE EARTH&lt;/span&gt; concert = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAWTNESS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;was totally fab.&lt;br /&gt;i dint exactly watch 24 hrs but hmm,&lt;br /&gt;i think i watched more than i was supposed to x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like it if every other day was like this/that&lt;br /&gt;but would not wish it to be so.&lt;br /&gt;heck 2 main reasons&lt;br /&gt;1) snacking late into nights aint advisable.&lt;br /&gt;2) BEYOTEE SLEEP for little wenjun!&lt;br /&gt;( i like to learn from "teacher" heh ;D )&lt;br /&gt;nothingg(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and save the earth yea! x)&lt;br /&gt;on a side note,&lt;br /&gt;its nice to see peeps wearing green and supporting buckley as well&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaa :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-2020204657133980701?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/2020204657133980701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=2020204657133980701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2020204657133980701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/2020204657133980701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth-concert-hawtness-totally-fab.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-676128242365396043</id><published>2007-07-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:02:49.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Wj&amp;gender=m"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about wj!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;South Australia was the first place to allow wj to stand for parliament.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An average beaver can cut down wj every year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The liquid inside wj can be used as a substitute for blood plasma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wj never said 'Play it again, Sam'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wj is the only king without a moustache on the standard pack of cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are six towns named wj in the United States!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research indicates that wj will be attracted to people who have recently eaten bananas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average duration of sexual intercourse for wj is two minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The National Heart Foundation recommends eating wj at least three times a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worldwide, wj is the most important natural enemy of night-flying insects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaayy. wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Wenjun&amp;gender=m"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Wenjun!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long ago, the people of Nicaragua believed that if they threw wenjun into a volcano it would stop erupting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The liquid inside wenjun can be used as a substitute for blood plasma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An average beaver can cut down wenjun every year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without wenjun, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenjun is actually a mammal, not a fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Americans discard enough wenjun to rebuild their entire commercial air fleet every 3 months!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenjun is the male seed of a flower blossom which has been gathered and treated by bees!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some hotels in Las Vegas have wenjun floating in their swimming pools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wenjun is the last letter of the Greek alphabet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cluster of bananas is called a hand and consists of 10 to 20 bananas, which are individually known as wenjun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough. this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the b.dae/month/color of shirt thingy.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't sure about the shirt i was wearing then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos it was such a light blue,&lt;br /&gt;it could be taken as a very blue white ._.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I danced with a pickle because I'm 50% sexy and I do what I want, and the other 50% because I am cool like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either ways,&lt;br /&gt;a pickle still isnt darned attractive.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;lousy quiz hmmph &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-676128242365396043?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/676128242365396043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=676128242365396043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/676128242365396043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/676128242365396043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-wj-south.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-7099888141477016227</id><published>2007-06-28T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:59:13.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sh00ting</title><content type='html'>Good luck to the seniors having their nationals! ((:&lt;br /&gt;for the..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sec2's: stay cool and work your magic ^^&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sec3/4's: WOAH. heard you guys own xD so..definitely dudes, yr will trash. Juz a matter of how hardcore and sweet you make it out to be *wink*&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my part as a sec1,&lt;br /&gt;where my competition years start at sec2,&lt;br /&gt;i will..&lt;br /&gt;watch. learn. emulate&amp;surpass. you seniors :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only wished a sec2 good luck ( who tapped me on the shoulder from behind and requested me too o.O )&lt;br /&gt;so I am here dedicating a whole post to your (:&lt;br /&gt;yup, shoot well and your gf's will kiss and hug and wateva you loads&lt;br /&gt;that is, if your have a gf. (",)&lt;br /&gt;but actually, its more of a matter if that girl knows she is your gf&lt;br /&gt;and not whther you have one.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;those words were meant to be incentives and not distractions okayy [;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Rock! &amp; roll guys,&lt;br /&gt;its crunch time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Control the controllables. 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title='sh00ting'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-4180053638143507140</id><published>2007-06-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:08:20.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>msn convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember zms holding a session to confirm which book are we using for the book test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he didntt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so he did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no i mean he dint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw did you get Fabian's number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ah ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I go bang wall brb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;* 2 seconds l8r *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw why did you want Fabian's no.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cos he's marcu's bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;marcus's*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what business do you have with marcus:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;small business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the name of chinese xS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....elaborate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like i have to send him smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bt i 4got his contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and pretty much everybody's else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sounds so wenjunish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bombyx mori says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brb go bang wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**/ sweet over bitter} says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha yea.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;started abruptly, ended in the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dono wat to post, so i just ctrl c+v the whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;errmm...dats all actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fine, one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;passed by a bar near wisma atrium@ orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there was a band performing "Lips Of An Angel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they are GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in reallyreally good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never been to Hinder's concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but I was thinking at that moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the only thing that could have differentiated them was that the band was a trio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while hinder's five people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah. that's how good they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or so to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nite}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-4180053638143507140?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4180053638143507140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=4180053638143507140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4180053638143507140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4180053638143507140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/msn-convo.html' title='msn convo'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-5444047981422590602</id><published>2007-06-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:59:42.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 1 ( read first )&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..not in any mood to post at first,&lt;br /&gt;but I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;However, that still doesn't deny the fact that I am not in a mood to post.&lt;br /&gt;this post aint gonna sound pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was @ jurong east library on sat.&lt;br /&gt;went up the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;lets digress a little here..&lt;br /&gt;you know how escalators and staircases tend to have that striking familarity&lt;br /&gt;just that a few obvious differences seperate them.&lt;br /&gt;one of those being that escalators have those "jagged"/"toothed" edges,&lt;br /&gt;or wateva you call them.&lt;br /&gt;names that I have come up like "spikes"&lt;br /&gt;sounds a little retarded to me, so I am not using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;to put it SIMPLY,&lt;br /&gt;that part of the escalator caught me on my leg as I was going up.&lt;br /&gt;later, I felt pain and when I looked down,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that part of my flesh at the shin bone area of my left leg was torn out.&lt;br /&gt;ask someone to even lightly kick you at your shin bone, and I am quite sure that you would have a clear idea of how pain it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bone- fractures.twisted.broken, most sort of cuts, muscle tears, regular cramps for a short period of time and those sorts of pain, I am quite familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;like, I think the first bone fracture ( or that I broke ) was at 5/6 yrs old yes?&lt;br /&gt;plus I am accident-prone and its not rare that I run or swim or etc&lt;br /&gt;plenty of time to get injured&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was different;&lt;br /&gt;flesh was torn out from skin.&lt;br /&gt;I assure you,&lt;br /&gt;its worse.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt stop bleeding as well.&lt;br /&gt;thus, worst ( but most likely impossible ) case scenario = bleed to death ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;went SGH in the end.&lt;br /&gt;damned that I was under the.. accident and emergency section.&lt;br /&gt;bleh, not expecting it to be so serious ):&lt;br /&gt;I "registered".&lt;br /&gt;when it was my turn, 2 nurses asked me some questions.&lt;br /&gt;was commented as "still can smile"&lt;br /&gt;lol, why cant I?&lt;br /&gt;its pain ya, but it will heal xD&lt;br /&gt;and the whole atmosphere at the hospital was all moody ):&lt;br /&gt;after clearing the matter of whether I am allergic to any drugs and the sort,they checked my blood preasure before covering the wound with a few cotton pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, had to see another doctor.&lt;br /&gt;* wait for about an hour and a half *&lt;br /&gt;At last, I was in the room with the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;She was talking to me,&lt;br /&gt;( uhhmm, she's a young female doctor btw. )&lt;br /&gt;part of our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* gently takes off bandage and takes a look at wound *&lt;br /&gt;" You are going to be all right. "&lt;br /&gt;she said as she squeezed the flesh around the wound. "&lt;br /&gt;Good. that means its just medicines and rest for it to heal right?" *nodding head*.&lt;br /&gt;" Not really. We are going to give you an injection to rid you of any possible infections, an X-Ray to make sure your bone wasn't affected and then, its to the minor operating theatre to stitch the wound up. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;I mean what the fuck minus the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Its like I wanted to laugh there and then&lt;br /&gt;...in a nice way of course( not sarcastic and the disbelieving type. ok, maybe a little )&lt;br /&gt;say its all right then say all those, wahhhh... xD&lt;br /&gt;to end it all she said " Don't worry, I will do the stitching for you. "&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa did not seem to me to be the best of things to say then. ( HEY she's reminding that the wound have to be stitched leh! xD )&lt;br /&gt;But seriously,&lt;br /&gt;it would be pretty cool cos she seemed nice ((:&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;it still won't hide the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;no matter who does the poking of needle at someone's leg,&lt;br /&gt;its still gonna hurt (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-5444047981422590602?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/5444047981422590602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=5444047981422590602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5444047981422590602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5444047981422590602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/part-1-read-first.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-3975552031115435920</id><published>2007-06-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:50:11.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Part 2 ( read this after Part 1 &gt;&lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first of all,&lt;br /&gt;after I saw her, I had to go outside to wait&lt;br /&gt;..for my injection ._.&lt;br /&gt;* waited for a looong time *&lt;br /&gt;then I went into a room&lt;br /&gt;empty xept for a female doctor ( no.2 )who was typing at the com&lt;br /&gt;another female doctor ( no.3 )came along with the injection stuff.&lt;br /&gt;she ask me to sit down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Ditto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a voice called out to the doctor ( no.2 ) who was typing at the com.&lt;br /&gt;they started to have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;was interested, thus I listened to them.&lt;br /&gt;were talking about "tns". whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;I think the female doctor ( no.3 ) injected me sometime when I was engrossed with eavesdropping.&lt;br /&gt;" Was it pain? "&lt;br /&gt;" huh? oh..uh..uhmm ya. a little pain. "&lt;br /&gt;which was not a bad answer, cos afterwards, she used a bit of cotton wool and gently rub at the injected spot to ease a bit of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not really pain, its like the p6 ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-RAY time.&lt;br /&gt;waited for a long time again.&lt;br /&gt;they took 2 shots of my leg.&lt;br /&gt;in which the nurse there spent a long time getting me to be in the right pose(s).&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;did not even had a little peek at the shots.&lt;br /&gt;saddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAITED AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;then it was stitching time.&lt;br /&gt;went inside another room.&lt;br /&gt;did not look scary.&lt;br /&gt;two female doctors came along ( can't help but notice there's a lot of female doctors you know o.O )&lt;br /&gt;one of them being the one that promised me to be the one who stitched me.&lt;br /&gt;they looked scarier&lt;br /&gt;juz kidding. they looked silly xD&lt;br /&gt;no kidding about that&lt;br /&gt;the one stitching me talked to me as she stitched. yay, not so boring (:&lt;br /&gt;we talked about a lot.&lt;br /&gt;nanyang, ri, my cca, her bro and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;for e.g. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" what is your cca? "&lt;br /&gt;" shooting. "&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;( note that she gave me the look even though she know that those who anyhow shoot DO give doctors their jobs xD )&lt;br /&gt;" at least you don't have to use you legs so much. " ( still her )&lt;br /&gt;" yeah,but.. "&lt;br /&gt;" uh huh? "&lt;br /&gt;" I run, swim and play other ball games. "&lt;br /&gt;" oh *pause*, okay I see. "&lt;br /&gt;"I think runnning is okay but uhh.. dun swim for a while first&lt;br /&gt;okay?" ( still her )&lt;br /&gt;" suree! :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite exciting actually. ^^&lt;br /&gt;learned that her bro graduated from RI not long ago as well.&lt;br /&gt;as with her stitching me, kind of pain?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she dabbed me with the cotton wool with four different liquids.&lt;br /&gt;injected me with a total volume of dono-hw-much anaesthetic in four injections.&lt;br /&gt;last of all,&lt;br /&gt;four stitches.&lt;br /&gt;o.o"&lt;br /&gt;was so boring at times and wasn't that pain so I almost slept&lt;br /&gt;doctor was encouraging me to sleep as well&lt;br /&gt;but she's just TOO talkative! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gt some medicine and anti-biotics before going home.&lt;br /&gt;end of this little "saga" in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;twoshots before going to SGH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rm1Hsi4gU0I/AAAAAAAAACA/0kwol9wmF1I/s1600-h/leg+injury1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074791185720038210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rm1Hsi4gU0I/AAAAAAAAACA/0kwol9wmF1I/s320/leg+injury1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gory xS. wound cuts deeper in though. just that a pool of blood had formed there so it does not seem so. the flesh formerly there? gone. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rm1Hhy4gUyI/AAAAAAAAABw/oRJCuqNxXf8/s1600-h/leg+injury2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074791001036444450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rm1Hhy4gUyI/AAAAAAAAABw/oRJCuqNxXf8/s320/leg+injury2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, at the shin bone. my leg isn't very long but you can see the wound is quite long eh? ( or short lah wateva &gt;.&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-3975552031115435920?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/3975552031115435920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=3975552031115435920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/3975552031115435920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/3975552031115435920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/stitching.html' title='stitching'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rm1Hsi4gU0I/AAAAAAAAACA/0kwol9wmF1I/s72-c/leg+injury1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-6075179784595785989</id><published>2007-06-08T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:08:42.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;IF MY LIFE WAS A SOUNDTRACK&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening credits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I want something else - Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( HAHA, even the song is complaining at the first "question". )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Scientist - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( this song's slow, guess that meant I took my time to wake up? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;First Day At School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: We will rock you- Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Yeah! Rock me! hahaaha ((: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;In The Toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Behind These Hazel Eyes- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( uhmm.. isit cos behind these hazel eyes..I am actually thinking about going to the toilet? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Falling In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Make You Smile- +44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I guess so. make whoever the girl is smile... *laughs* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Breaking Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: How to touch a girl- jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( uhh, break up then ( or isit because of? o.o ) that.. sounds bad and scandalous heh. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Ooh lah - The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( haha yeah. OOOOH lahhh... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Life's Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: It hurts- Angels and Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( lol. life's okay, it hurts. contradicting but true?? o.O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mental Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Resolution- Nick Lachey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( wateva. emo-ed song for emo feelings )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I Don't Care- Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( AGREE. I dun wanna care, bang here and there, who cares? *grins* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The Ghost Of You- My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( sounds fitting. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Getting Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: High School Never Ends- Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( getting back in touch with those who were in the same class as me in high school? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wedding Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Just My Luck- Mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( yupp. JUST MY LUCK! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Birth of a Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Curtain Falls- Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( curtain falls, your view's blocked. you can't see anything &gt;.&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Final Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: History- Funeral For A Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Its history for one of the two sides fighting I guess. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Death Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The Curse Of Curves- Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( LOL. balls are full of curves. so ermm killed by a.. cannon ball when I'm at sea? like potc or something(: a golf ball seems more dangerous though.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;End Credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Way Away- Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( yeah, way away, anything. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. at least the songs werent really crap :D&lt;br /&gt;funny how "Cute Is What We Aim For" pops up twice.&lt;br /&gt;I only have like 5-7 of their songs..&lt;br /&gt;and 7 out of 724?&lt;br /&gt;quite a low chance of it popping up twice..&lt;br /&gt;even lower if you factor in the maths and etc.&lt;br /&gt;lol, maybe it's supposed to means something?&lt;br /&gt;who cares x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be doing another quiz tmr?&lt;br /&gt;YAY again..lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-6075179784595785989?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/6075179784595785989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=6075179784595785989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/6075179784595785989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/6075179784595785989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-quiz.html' title='first quiz'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-4742579710911390259</id><published>2007-06-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:26:58.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>okay, was supposed to have cca today.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;noticed its SUPPOSED&lt;br /&gt;but it got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason.&lt;br /&gt;to be exact, no reason that I knew off -.-&lt;br /&gt;that means that including this,&lt;br /&gt;I have missed out on two training sessions&lt;br /&gt;( I missed the other one cos I was overseas then )&lt;br /&gt;thereby,&lt;br /&gt;bringing the number of times of me attending the trainings since the start of the hols to a grand total of one minus itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh..and I can't seem to concentrate on the hols hw ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score:&lt;br /&gt;me - 0&lt;br /&gt;homework - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vote in favour of not striking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justsoscrewed, and to further screw myself,&lt;br /&gt;I shall go waste my time on a quiz(:&lt;br /&gt;yay, here goes:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-4742579710911390259?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4742579710911390259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=4742579710911390259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4742579710911390259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4742579710911390259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-1058214156041034393</id><published>2007-06-07T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:19:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth</title><content type='html'>Oh and another thing!&lt;br /&gt;my tooth dropped yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the possible timings,&lt;br /&gt;it was while I was drinking water and msning with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;the sweet thing is..&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt any/much blood.&lt;br /&gt;how nice&lt;br /&gt;..and how unlike the stories of the other 6/7/8 teeth that I have dropped so far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi,&lt;br /&gt;its a molar; and its the first molar that I had dropped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-1058214156041034393?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/1058214156041034393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=1058214156041034393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/1058214156041034393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/1058214156041034393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/teeth.html' title='teeth'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-5437175336551273142</id><published>2007-06-07T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:17:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rmdz6y4gUpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UYGnoI3VxF4/s1600-h/ticket+gv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073150959184532114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rmdz6y4gUpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UYGnoI3VxF4/s320/ticket+gv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through my stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I found this x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its an extra ticket btw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure I could give it to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before you go ecstatic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might want to know that this ticket is for a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd June *nods head approvingly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-spacing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I think that date has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nvm, I don't think that's the question in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what matters is whether you can make it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-spacing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This event of me getting the extra ticket happened on 3rd June ( duh.. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its either the case that I accidentally bought an extra ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girl at the counter giving me an extra one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its the earlier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and THAT, is the WORSE scenario of the two okayy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would prefer it to be I got an extra ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;uhh..to..to throw away? nah, what a waste, rather go sell it to someone hahaa&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what an unlucky &lt;s&gt;bastard&lt;/s&gt; boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I did not realise I bought an extra ticket until today... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;-spacing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, among the g.v. complex that I had went so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j8, plaza sing, jurong point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great world city ( the shopping centre ),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also the one at orchard's Isetan ( ?? ),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( its the one that you go up 2-4 long ecalators to the top of the building )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo's g.v. is DEFINITELY the biggest x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18( A-Q ) * 36seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= 648 seats! ( for hall1 anyway &gt;.&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a theatre fit for a play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, even bigger than some of the play theatres I had been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there are 20 halls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-5437175336551273142?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/5437175336551273142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=5437175336551273142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5437175336551273142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5437175336551273142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-look-i-was-looking-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jdKq7AL3oKo/Rmdz6y4gUpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UYGnoI3VxF4/s72-c/ticket+gv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-5797830649230556467</id><published>2007-06-06T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:16:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala...</title><content type='html'>hi :P&lt;br /&gt;-always the best word to start anything&lt;br /&gt;convos, posts, Anything! haha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cute Is What We Aim For"&lt;br /&gt;ring any bells?&lt;br /&gt;its a band that I found like..&lt;br /&gt;2-3 months ago? heh.&lt;br /&gt;but I like the name,&lt;br /&gt;and they arent bad ( or are they? )&lt;br /&gt;so I shall post about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, their top song is..&lt;br /&gt;"The Curse Of Curves"&lt;br /&gt;haha, guys, interested now?&lt;br /&gt;and the song doesn't sound sick lar...&lt;br /&gt;though, maybe the lyrics are&lt;br /&gt;but nah.. its healthy xD really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;If I'm correct, the song would be playing right..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;NOW&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) isit good? or bad, dono, up to you to decide&lt;br /&gt;comments stir controversies&lt;br /&gt;so I shan't comment,&lt;br /&gt;but you have to, you must and you will :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, its gonna repeat over and over again&lt;br /&gt;press the "esc" key on your keyboard to stop the music feed x)&lt;br /&gt;( press "F5" if u want it to play after you have stopped it o.O )&lt;br /&gt;butbut, I advise you to listen to it for a few times first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though of course,&lt;br /&gt;whether you want to LISTEN to that advice is up to you *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" And she's got the curse of curves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So with the combination of my gift with one liners&lt;br /&gt;And my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My way with words&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm too hip to keep tight lipped&lt;br /&gt;And you're on the gossip team&lt;br /&gt;You're making something out of nothing&lt;br /&gt;And jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of greed..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The Curse Of Curves"/ Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! haahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:DDDDD&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-5797830649230556467?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/5797830649230556467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=5797830649230556467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5797830649230556467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/5797830649230556467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/lalala.html' title='lalala...'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-4244751884712867901</id><published>2007-06-05T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:38:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review</title><content type='html'>bored with work..lets do a review on the movies i had watched! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Next: 4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, really nice. the female ( julianne moore? ) who starred as nicholas cage's gf in the movie is quite pretty :P Wateva your say about the ending, I dun think it was THAT bad lah.. You have to kind of end the whole movie in a dream when the whole thing ends as everybody dying wad. But if the director chose not to end it as everybody dying ( and then the revelation that's its actually a "dream"), there wouldn't be that exciting and suspenseful part ( of cage chasing after the "baddies" ) at the end! T.T hmm..and the movie was based on a book, can't blame the movie.&lt;br /&gt;heh x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i learnt that being able to see the future helps in getting a gf *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;..and..&lt;br /&gt;nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Spiderman-3 : 3 to 3.5/ 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..disappointing. not really wat I expected. heh. should make it longer ( a wee bit more? xP )and not rush the whole thing cos I think its too..."jumpy", the scenes do not fit so fluently ( exggerated? ). ohh.. man! HOWEVER, I really liked the parts when spidey was trying to act cool+pro+baddie boy. His pathetically funny attempts were super LOL's xD ..and I oso liked spidey's grandma cos she was funny and &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;! ;D The fighting scenes were okay i guess, though not going goo gah over dat; I prefer humour to fighting and wateva =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Bridge to Terabithia: 3.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a surprisingly enjoyable movie (: It wasnt as the summary of the movie said lah --those stupid find-a-world-with-magical-creatures then they became king or queen or wateva. Actually, it started as this boy having family probs, etc. Then, through a mini running race he lost, he met a girl ( who was the one that beat him ). Her name's Leslie. They slowly became friends and the boy found out that she was his new neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they went running and came across a stream. There was a rope hanging above it. They decided to play with it and using the rope, they swung themselves over to the other bank. It was an abandoned part of the forest. And the girl became "crazy" xD She said they were in "The Dark Lord's" place and that they were king and queen of a land called Terebithia ( the creative girl coined out that name ) who had come here to save the prisoners. The boy thought she was crazy at first, THEN..he became crazy too! x) haha, crazy as in they started to make themselves imagine things as they are not. Like, birds to be some kind of monsters? and pebbles to be grenades to kill the monsters etc. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole movie was then about how the boy and the girl juggled their new found world with school and home. Then..the girl died. If I am correct, it was while she was trying to cross the stream to "the world they found, Terebithia". B'cos, it had been raining heavily the past few days, it caused the water level to be quite high and she got swept away by the currents.&lt;br /&gt;...Sad lah, I did not want her to die ): i think the movie &lt;s&gt;kind of sucked&lt;/s&gt; went downhill from then on. And I forgot to mention, the boy in the movie had a cute little sister who kept teasing him about the girl x) I &lt;s&gt;can&lt;/s&gt;..cant understand how he felt &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Shrek 3: 4 to 4.5/5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg! This movie is really CUTE and FUNNY. tsk x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, this movie is filled with kawaii-ness *sighs in pleasure* hahaaha. I liked the cute &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dragon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;donkey&lt;/span&gt; babies, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shrek's&lt;/span&gt; babies ( not as much as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dragon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;donkey &lt;/span&gt;babies though xP ), the fighting team of cinderella, snow white and co. ( no offence but I think they fought trees&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...that were alive&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only x) haha ) , pussy! ( the short cute cat with an &lt;s&gt;equally short&lt;/s&gt; even shorter sword(: ) ...lol, i think all the characters were cute actually x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;you dun have to see shrek1 or shrek2 to understand the movie. Because for me, I only saw 3/4 of shrek1 and I managed to understand the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Impressive?&lt;br /&gt;no. not really. cos its mostly about **********, something that most people would be familiar with. ;] But I guess that maybe, you only have to know that bit about princess fiona and that the dragon LOVES the ever spastic donkey ( which explains the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dragon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;donkey&lt;/span&gt; babies, ya? :P ) *laughs* I am guessing that your have not watched it yet. Go and watch, its hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;a bit emo and cliche, but nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;psst. the asterisk there, it stands for fairytales. hey, I'm quite nice eh ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Pirates of the Caribbean-3 : 4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm..what a pity Will did not die. T.T muahaha! It would be interesting and pretty cool to see him die eh.. x) hmmph, Jack should have let Will die there and then hah! xP Fyi, Will lives to die ( maybe not? ) another day cos Jack "made" Will captain of the "Dutchman", thus he did not need his heart, which had been shot at, to live.Thus, he kind of...became alive again. o.O( oh, his father dug his heart out later, and Will gave it to Elizabeth for "safekeeping" *roll eyes* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, talking about Jack ( Jack Sparrow ), I like him! xD For all his looks ( errmm, he doesn't look really clever to me heehee ), he is actually quite clever and amusing. Err, and I think the way he goes about doing things with his trademark swagger is kind of, ..charming, somewhat. &gt;&lt; As for Elizabeth ( is dat her name? a.k.a. Keira ), she (in)directly caused the death of 2 person ( excluding those she killed in fights ). The Sao Feng guy ( or isit Sao FANG *scratch head* ) and her father's friend ( I dono wats the name lah, stupid dutch guys all look the same, dono which name is for who ._. ) Other than that, nothing much to say about her...*shakes head in disappontment* haha, jk, go watch the movie lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I like the frigging cute animals. The dog dats called seaturtle, the monkey dats called Jack and the parrot dats called.._____ ( uhh, I dun think it has a name, u see )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt; btw, I dono but you might find the movie..&lt;br /&gt;a little..&lt;br /&gt;mature ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I tink I watched another one?&lt;br /&gt;but I cant remember what it was ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;who cares...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand when I meant go and watch,&lt;br /&gt;that means to bring me along okay...!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but yup,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind watching a movie again (:&lt;br /&gt;and the holidays are so boring now -_-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a good time at the movies!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-4244751884712867901?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4244751884712867901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=4244751884712867901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4244751884712867901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4244751884712867901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/movie-review.html' title='movie review'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-4637229206659607757</id><published>2007-06-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:02:52.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the links right, can your guys give me permission to link you?&lt;br /&gt;that list looks pathetic *wince*&lt;br /&gt;I can go and search for everybody dat I at least once knew to link but..&lt;br /&gt;will your allow me to link your? xs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the previous post was super long,&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;unhappy unhappy unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-4637229206659607757?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/4637229206659607757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=4637229206659607757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4637229206659607757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/4637229206659607757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-8466669790048028134</id><published>2007-06-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:30:44.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>haha hellos to you two. WOW, yirong u are one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gal, like..uhmm how did u find this. I noe its blogger search ( google search now? *raised eyebrows* ) and blah but, wah...&lt;br /&gt;Its like I know everything about this blog yet when I tried searching for it... I couldnt find it -.-!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;MUST be because of the lousy search engine interface.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, THAT'S it. rightt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, actually, yeah , you are right; I dun have a blog. Or at least one that I bothered to post in. heh. I just find nice skins and later, change their colours ( of headings, sub-headings etc. for e.g. the whole headings etc for this skin was all white @first o.o ) ,the type of fonts and the layout and etc to make it nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all that.. I guessed I just dump it and go on searching for another blogskin to ruin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently this was the 2nd skin dat i had done :D&lt;br /&gt;..hmmm..and it was done a really long time ago actually x)&lt;br /&gt;luckily for you, I accidentally clicked on the wrong button when I was modifying another skin, leading me to here and seeing the tags..&lt;br /&gt;if that dint happen....&lt;br /&gt;your tags would be lost on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;lost.......&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever and everandeverandeverandever........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, wouldnt that be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt;. wahaha, jk. xD But it was lost and not really meant to be found in the first place. That is until you, yirong tagged, followed by changrui -which kind of forced myself to blog o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for bringing life to this blog then haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and people out there..dun expect me to blog or even update this regularly. cos i am a lazy guy, i cant be bothered and so on.. okay? *laughs* ..xept maybe the links and tagb. cos...i dun exactly have to think to "update" them. like the links, i can juz steal them from...someone x) and the tagb. ... juz type rubbish? haahaha . hmm.. its really late now. uhh..bloody hell?&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes* wateva, going now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yirong, take up this challenge if u want. go and find more of my "modified" blogs.. that is, IF you can..xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;: I am not ripping the author's base codes, just adding and changing part of the codes solely for futuristic perrsonal use..if any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-8466669790048028134?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/8466669790048028134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=8466669790048028134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/8466669790048028134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/8466669790048028134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-post.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627389572957221929.post-7241004159815302461</id><published>2007-04-21T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:05:34.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>this is random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2627389572957221929-7241004159815302461?l=goodturnedbad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/feeds/7241004159815302461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2627389572957221929&amp;postID=7241004159815302461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/7241004159815302461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2627389572957221929/posts/default/7241004159815302461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodturnedbad.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>wenjun-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
