<?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-4321289361131695854</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:45:38.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time.</title><subtitle type='html'>ZOO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-4268058741670321214</id><published>2009-08-08T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:44:01.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*As the light flickers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yes Si Hui, I know that this blog is dying, but its most definitely not dead. I just dont have the mood to do anything about it frankly speaking. Then again, I cant say that I have much of a mood to do anything at all....not without my ray of light......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rin left for Korea, I believe, to be with her mother on Thursday and since then, I have not heard from her. Nothing on Facebook, nothing on the other social sites that she frequents, nothing on the phone, nothing on the messenger. She has effectively vanished from my life as I see it. How then can I feel alive when I dont even know the condition of my girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three days have been torturous, filled with anguish and the like. The emptiness that accompanies it can never be explained in words. The void that resides within me grows ever so surely. The cold that is in my heart continues to freeze my feelings, my interests. If you were to see my eyes, they will most certainly lifeless, nothing but mere spheres with hardly any shine to it. To tell you honestly, this blog is not as dead as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it is during this period of absence that I can grow and mature as a person. I have promised her that I will remain strong, to focus on my studies. She respected my decisions of spending less time with her. She has allowed me to pursue my own dreams and desires. She has always allowed me to be myself, never restricting me intentionally, never caging me in her standards. I believe this is the time to show her what this free bird can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye ben chan...u take care of uself. Stay strog n be safe.i will be missing u...=__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you to come back to me Rin, and when you do you'll see a stronger Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Because you're worth it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-4268058741670321214?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/4268058741670321214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=4268058741670321214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4268058741670321214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4268058741670321214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-light-flickers-yes-si-hui-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-8766932992181216637</id><published>2009-07-13T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:37:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*The shadow of the day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, its been weeks since I've been on this website posting. But it is regretable that I am posting something somewhat negative after my long time of absence. It is sad really......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in the room, as I look out the window to see the sunset; the orange glow making the buildings glow and giving the clouds an extra sparkle. Sounds beautiful (or not) right? But all I see are the dark clouds hovering behind the cute white fluffy ones; the dark clouds that bring about rain and thunder and lighting, the clouds which always remind me of the darker parts of my life, the parts I choose to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my thoughts are filled with math, or rather the results of my math paper. It isnt too much to boast about, because there is nothing to be proud of. I've been scoring As for math in Primary school, hovering around the passing grade in Secondary school and now as I walk down the path as a Junior College student, I'm feeling lucky to have a double digit score. Sad isnt it? Truth be told that math has never been my strongest subject and I have come to that conclusion already. I thought that with more studying, I could do better and improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I studied math volunteerily and yet I was struck with pages full of questions that baffle me to no end. Those 2-3 hours of my life, was spent in depression and sinking deeper into it as the seconds ticked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind a front will only go so far, sooner or later you'll show your true self.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Embracing the world in grey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-8766932992181216637?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/8766932992181216637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=8766932992181216637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/8766932992181216637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/8766932992181216637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/07/shadow-of-day-well-its-been-weeks-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-4757479928090159522</id><published>2009-06-12T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:08:43.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I want to soak up the sun*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is the story of a boy named Benjamin, who set off at 9am for East Coast Park from his humble abode in Seng Kang. And boy did he "enjoy" the bus ride. I mean seriously, the entire bus ride took 90 minutes in total, which is ridiculously long. Given that I have motion sickness and all, it wasnt really that smooth for me. Almost fainted inside the bus and I couldnt even walk straight when I got off, thank the heavens I didnt fall down the steps at the overhead bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, managed to crawl to the MacDonalds there. Found Jie Qiang, Terence, Min Yi, Vivian Lim, Abi and Aaron there already. And guess what I did first thing I stepped inside? I ATE! Isnt that surprising for those that know me well already. I ate an entire meal in like 3 minutes? Burger, drink and all. Wasnt that filling at all. Anyway, Vivian Chow, Regina and Jacelyn came finally and we set off for cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle cycle cycle cycle cycle cycle cycle cycle cycle cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....somebody tried to pick up the phone while riding the bicycle...and guess what? She fell. Well at least she found out that everyone cares about her. Haha. Vivian Lim the First-aid box and Min Yi the first-aider raced against time to stop the bleeding. Not that it was that serious, but yea an injury is still and injury and should be taken care of as quickly as possible. Found out that girls bring out EVERYTHING. Antiseptic swabs, tons and tons of handiplast, nail clippers. What next? A toolbox? Well, while the girls were tending to her wounds, the guys were gentlemanly enough to bring all the bicycles back to the rental. We have Jie Qiang and Terence and Regina going up and down and up and down the park transferring bicycles, while the rest pushed them to the store. And I was really fast, if I do say so myself. Would have broken into a run if I wasnt wearing slippers. Haha. Egoistic.....I dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we do next.......oh. LUNCH TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to eat fresh and go to Subway. And again I wasnt full at all. I want Carl's junior, its the only fast food joint that can fill me up and there is Free Flow of drinks. But that is beside the point, just know that we ate. Yea. Terence took out his cards and we were playing cards inside the store. Haha. Some of the staff members were looking at us so intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the beach and played with the sand and the sea. Well I think that the sea was playing with us more, got us wet...really wet when we tried to get some water for whatever we were building. Oh and I tried to carry some people off to dunk them into the sea. And it wasnt really fair, the guys were struggling too much to carry off and the girls scream into my ear. Seriously, I can do deaf from being around them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cant get anyone to be in the sea, I thought I could bury someone.....so I dug a hole and according to some kid behind me, I was doing a dog like action. Honestly, nothing beats being called a dog by a 7 year old kid. Well at least I was having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346590757910237986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SjLn94SgUyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UMBqvhpiorA/s320/4586_85512259074_561789074_1848437_3917439_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And Jimmy was right when I was digging my own grave....literally. Because in the end I was the one that got inside the hole, and I found out just how big and fat I was. Because I couldnt fit inside the whole and well it only came up to my calf when I set in it. I look ridiculously stupid in the sand like that. Ridiculously stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346591340572101714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SjLofy36zFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wRFy6KU-NhI/s320/4586_85512264074_561789074_1848438_87341_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Managed to talk the day away with my friends and played a couple of card games as well. I went to dig another hole and I sat inside this time looking at the blue sky, listening to the soft splashing of the waves on the beach and just enjoying the gentle sea breeze. This is one of those times when I wish that Rin was here with me, then again if she was with me, I wouldnt really have the time or chance to sit peacefully in that hole. But still, I want her with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak a thousand words right? So I'll just shut up now. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346593619253181842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SjLqkbn0vZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lmnI8KxW2p4/s320/4586_85512274074_561789074_1848440_4559001_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346594172789822546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SjLrEptPlFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tronun0dE1M/s320/4586_85512254074_561789074_1848436_3085184_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Friendships that will never be lost 1509~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-4757479928090159522?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/4757479928090159522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=4757479928090159522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4757479928090159522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4757479928090159522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-soak-up-sun-this-is-story-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SjLn94SgUyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UMBqvhpiorA/s72-c/4586_85512259074_561789074_1848437_3917439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-573541290438500114</id><published>2009-06-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:38:22.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*On my shoe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE A PET SPIDER NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yea, I found him/her walking on my sandals when it was out to dry. Took my mom and I some time before we managed to get it to go inside the canister that we had and boy was it fun to catch it. Right now that little fellow is inside the canister resting in its pile of leaves. Well I hope that its going to be alright in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, that guy is named Acasica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Name was given by a friend of mine. Keep having the feeling that I spelt it wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Its quite a nice name for a spider honestly. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was done on impulse actually so yea its pretty darn short. I'll try to get a picture of that little guy. But its going to be difficult.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Acasica~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-573541290438500114?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/573541290438500114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=573541290438500114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/573541290438500114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/573541290438500114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-my-shoe-i-have-pet-spider-now-yea-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-7093841525728295619</id><published>2009-06-07T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:56:35.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Blackfooters all the way*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Came back from AB camp on Friday, slept for 14 hours straight because I was so darn tired, but that is beside the point right now. Honestly, I dont feel like typing so much, then again, AB camp cannot be summarised in an essay. There are things that cannot be explained with words and this is just one of the things. I had a hell of a time, literally, getting pumped and whatnot for every little thing that we did. But seeing as how I am from an all guys' school and been to more than one of these kind of discipline camps, it didnt take that much of a toll on me. I cant say about the entire group though, some were weaker than others and yet stronger at the same time. Some impacted me so greatly with their determination, others with their change, others still with a weirdness that cannot be matched. The team I was in, well, we were a whole mixture of feelings, emotions, opinions and personalities, which probably made the experience so much more worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know who was the one that named our group Blackfoot, it is kind of weird when you say it out especically when you do cheers....&lt;br /&gt;"GO Blackfoot! Go Blackfoot! Go Blackfoot! &lt;strong&gt;Super Blackfoot&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the team had their laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I wont be going into details of what happened there but I would really want to thank everyone for being who they are and doing what they do best. Some people say that AB camp is THE highlight of their entire term of office as leaders and up till now, I couldnt agree more. looking forward to growing further and maturing to be a better leader (because I really need to grow up) Hope AJ can change my life just like how Cat High did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am entitled to hope and hopes will remain as hopes unless actions bring them to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way..I really like this little poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Paradoxes of being a servant leader"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Strong enough to be Weak&lt;br /&gt;Successful enough to Fail&lt;br /&gt;Busy enough to take Time&lt;br /&gt;Wise enough to say "I dont know"&lt;br /&gt;Serious enough to Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Rich enough to be poor&lt;br /&gt;Right enough to say "I am wrong"&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate enough to discipline&gt;br&gt;Mature enough to be Childish&lt;br /&gt;Important enough to be Last&lt;br /&gt;Leading enough to Serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Complete each other, not Compete with each other~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-7093841525728295619?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/7093841525728295619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=7093841525728295619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7093841525728295619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7093841525728295619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/06/blackfooters-all-way-came-back-from-ab.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-7361835798841881971</id><published>2009-05-29T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:15:54.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*There's a first time for everything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok so I have nothing much to blog about at the moment, apart from the fact that I am completely busy with the life in school right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've been made the Vice-president of the Photographic Society in AJC. Some may say that this is something to be happy about, since it is well prestigious (Somewhat) and well it is a rather high post afterall. However, with all the benefits and other things that I'll be getting along the way, it comes with a immense serving of responsibility and work. Seeing as how hard at work my seniors were, I expect no less than what they had went through, in fact I expect that I'll have to do more. Well anyway, the rest of the team will be helping the President to execute his tasks well. This is all about teamwork and putting aside all else to complete the task with efficiency and effectiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Another thing will be the AB camp that I'll be going to on about 2 days. 5 day 4 nights camp, yea. Its going to be fun, but its also going to be physically, mentally even spiritually exhausting? I dont really know, there is always a first time and this is the first time that I am going for such a camp. In any case, I'm with my best friend so yay me, that is something to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But perhaps, what is bugging me is not the exhaustion of myself...but rather the exhaustion of those around me. I've seen people breaking down and going depressed and there is this one person that I've been worried about the entire time since I met her and started reading her blog. If she is reading this, I do hope that she will take good care of herself and honestly dont push herself too hard. She is an amazing person really. Nobody expects more than what you can do, so just try your best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I started off with nothing to blog about, but thoughts just keep flowing and I guess that is how these blogs work. They bring out the innate feelings of people and just allows them to think and let their ideas flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;By the way, I am doing this all in school. So yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~There is always a first time, but not always a second~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-7361835798841881971?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/7361835798841881971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=7361835798841881971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7361835798841881971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7361835798841881971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-first-time-for-everything-ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-1745594062055484420</id><published>2009-05-22T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:48:04.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Can you relate to this?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think you can do much better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;After all the lies I made you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guilt kicks in and I start to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The edge of the bedWhere your nightgown used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I told myself I wouldn't miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But I remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;While looking through your old box of notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I found those pictures I took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;That you were looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;If there's one memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I don't want to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;That time at the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You and me in the dressing room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I told myself I won't miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But I remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I really miss your hair in my fac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;eAnd the way your innocence tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The bed I'm lying in is getting colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wish I never would've said it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I can't pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; I won't think about you when I'm older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause we never really had our closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This can't be the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(And I think you should know this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(You deserve much better than me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Love her with everything you've got~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-1745594062055484420?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/1745594062055484420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=1745594062055484420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1745594062055484420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1745594062055484420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-relate-to-this-i-think-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-3679790457146428174</id><published>2009-05-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:24:54.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*The voice of my heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll be there for you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll be that pillar of support~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll be there when no one else is~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll wipe away your tears~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll make you smile again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll give you strength~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;~I'll give meaning to your life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s442.photobucket.com/albums/qq144/Bbazq/?action=view&amp;amp;current=holding-hands-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq144/Bbazq/holding-hands-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~I'll be me and walk with you down the journey of life~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-3679790457146428174?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/3679790457146428174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=3679790457146428174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/3679790457146428174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/3679790457146428174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/voice-of-my-heart-ill-be-there-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-6902760683491783517</id><published>2009-05-14T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:43:44.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Trembling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've seen and heard things and I am not in the best of moods right now. I would probably still be bothering for days or weeks to come. But to tell you the truth, I will never be the same until the problem has been alleviated or solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: Dont piss me off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Welcome to Hurricane Ben~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-6902760683491783517?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/6902760683491783517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=6902760683491783517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/6902760683491783517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/6902760683491783517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/trembling-ive-seen-and-heard-things-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-2267994793996897740</id><published>2009-05-13T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:02:47.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Leave me the hell alone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have you ever met those stupid telecomm people who always bug you about their new products and packages? Have you ever been called up 5 times in an hour, by the same person? Have you ever been so pissed off at them that you want to smash your phone to little pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have...for the past two days.....stoooopid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we have lives....and yes I DO have a life....a life that I want to live on my own. I dont care if school is taking up the whole lot of my life, I chose to continue studying, I chose to go to a Junior College, even if those were wrong choices that I made, I made those choices. I am going to follow these choices till the end, or die trying. Now doesnt that sound like school is killing me? Well actually, there is some truth to it. I wouldnt be surprised if I hear about suicide cases in Junior Colleges and even less surprised if it happened in the more prestigious schools around Singapore. Thing is, people around me are starting to burn out. Sure they do recover given a few days, but this constant burning will only accumulate more and eventually hurt them, inside and out. I wish to be able to help them, all of them even, but to tell you the truth, I cant even help myself at the moment. So I dont really think that I am in any position to help anyone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said that it was going to be easy right? Should I have gone to a poly? Hmmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Ignorance is bliss?~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-2267994793996897740?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/2267994793996897740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=2267994793996897740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/2267994793996897740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/2267994793996897740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/leave-me-hell-alone-have-you-ever-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-8836634622590590076</id><published>2009-05-10T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:35:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*All smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up expecting this Sunday to be boring and filled with nothing but homework, turns out it was al boring. Started the day with doing my homework, Gp....moved on to Physics.....moved on to a little math....moved on to Econs (why the hell did they give so many essays at once) Anyway, it really sucked for me, wasnt in the mood to do anything at all. I felt out of place playing the computer even, that was how boring my day was....up until I had a talk with my girlfriend ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when I say that she can ALWAYS make me smile, I mean it and today, ladies and gentlemen, she has outdone herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl, this special girl called Rin, she had a dream last night, a very lovely dream. She dreamt that she was happily married to a man she loves dearly and one find day as she was sending her children, all 3 of them, to school, her husband came and told her off for making their children go through so many courses even though they were just kids. This man was then supported by his parents who agreed with him on this note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, so I was the husband in her dreams and yes she did dream about me yelling at her for some reason. But hey, she dreamt about me, SHE DREAMNT ABOUT ME! I am sooooo happy right now and I have been happy since 4 in the afternoon today. I was literally bouncing on my seat because I was so darn happy to know that she dreamnt about me. ARGH! I dont know what to say anymore, happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just enjoy the thought of being her husband and yes I do realise that I am a naive fool for thinking so far ahead right now when nothing is for certain yet. But who is to stop me from liking those thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we may be countries apart, our hearts are always together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s442.photobucket.com/albums/qq144/Bbazq/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ASIANBABY.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq144/Bbazq/ASIANBABY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Take care of our 3 kids Rin-chan &lt;3~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-8836634622590590076?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/8836634622590590076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=8836634622590590076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/8836634622590590076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/8836634622590590076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-smiles-i-woke-up-expecting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-7668488047638356480</id><published>2009-05-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:34:27.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*The trophy means nothing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Forgot to do this some time ago, so yup this is one of those late posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So basically, this speak EZ competition is an initiative in AJC for people to showcase their talents in presentation. And I the Champion in my class, although it doesnt really seem like much since the two guys who are better than me showed their violent objections to the teacher, so yea, makes me feel like a substitute....which I am of course. No complaints there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did notice that among the classes that I know...the champions are mostly guys. I wonder what happened to the girls? And to think they talk and gossip so much during their free time...odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did on a topic of "Is having bad taste better than having no taste?" What kind of a topic is that?! But after much thinking and consulting among friends and family, I did realise that there is much to talk about in this topic. And this is what I used to prepare for the speech.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Is having bad taste better than having no taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is taste? Preferences, view point, choices, decisions&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have different taste? Different preferences, different personalities, different environments, different beliefs and lifestyles&lt;br /&gt;Bad taste? Is there really bad taste? Does it exist at all? Its up to the person to say what they wear. Clothes started as a necessity to stay warm, however, nowadays people are using it more for showing off their status and prestige. It is also used to measure a person’s wealth, “coolness”.&lt;br /&gt;No taste? Teenagers are slaves of indeed slaves of fashion (trend, celebrities) followers of trends and fashion. Forgetting the basics of clothes and the meaning for them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Judgment? People tend to judge people by the way they dress and by doing that imposes their perceptions of beauty on them. If the person chooses to follow, he/she is betraying one’s own values and thinking to suit to the other party. Taste breeds individuality, it is because of different tastes that people can be different. Imagine the entire street of people wearing the same things. The world would be plain and it would be boring. There is no way to identify individuals from the others. Where is the variety? Where is the fun and colours? If men were to conform and be the same, why then were we born with different skin, hair and eye colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE SHOULD FEEL GOOD ABOUT WHAT THEY ARE&lt;br /&gt;YOU wear the clothes DON’T let the clothes WEAR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the speech, I learnt to be true to yourself. There is no point being successful when you arent happy about it at all. For me, I would rather be a happy loser than to be a sad sad winner. Even though I didnt win and I got completely owned by the Winner (He was decided the winner by EVERYONE in the lecture, that is how good it is and how unanimous the decision was) I learnt a lot, made a couple of friends and most of all, I got the recognition of my friends and some of the teachers. To me that is the most rewarding thing that I could ever get from this competition, I went away without a trophy but in my heart, I won something that cant be compared with a mere piece of plastic and metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;~Stay true to yourself~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-7668488047638356480?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/7668488047638356480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=7668488047638356480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7668488047638356480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7668488047638356480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/trophy-means-nothing-forgot-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-3645153255458806220</id><published>2009-05-07T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:26:02.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Thinking through my ass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Good job Ben, you tried to make people laugh, you tried to tease your friend. Now what happens, you broke her heart, you made everything worse. Some friend you turned out to be. Next time why dont you just shoot her while you are at it, maybe that will take the pain off of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thinking through your ass like that, what the hell were you thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what are you going to do? Comfort her? Apologise to her? What is the point in all of that? You hurt her, the damage has been done. It doesnt matter if it was intentional or not, you inflicted pain in her already hurt heart. You say you want to be for your friends when they needed, you say you want to help them in anyway you can. But right now I think it would be better if you just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your existence brings pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~A person who hurts his friends is worse than scum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-3645153255458806220?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/3645153255458806220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=3645153255458806220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/3645153255458806220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/3645153255458806220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-through-my-ass-good-job-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-6819050560035097756</id><published>2009-05-04T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:30:15.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*I want...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to hold her when she wants me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to wipe her tears away when she cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to hear her crisp laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to hug her when she is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to see her angelic smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to feel her hair in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to smell her after her competitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to congratulate her when she wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be there for her when she loses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to see her eat to her heart's content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to wipe crumbs and ice cream from the corner of her mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to tell her off for eating too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to tease her about getting chubbier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to run my hand through her long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to hear her lovely voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be able to eat her scrumptious cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to compliment her for cooking a good meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to tell her that she will make a good wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to close my eyes and hear her play on the keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to tease her for being a newbie at the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to hold her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to tickle her and laugh about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to lie down on the roof with her by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to watch the stars with her in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to brush my lips against her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want to be at her side forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~I want you Rin chan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-6819050560035097756?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/6819050560035097756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=6819050560035097756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/6819050560035097756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/6819050560035097756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-224625194921012834</id><published>2009-05-02T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:21:42.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Its all in the MIND*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, my blog feels so foreign from me right now. Yea, whatever, not that people write in their diaries everyday....well, not everybody. And I am the sort to NOT write everyday, and you can stop me &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wow, that was really really childish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to stop being childish. Anyway, I went over to MINDS today. And in case you dont know, its a group that deals with the intellectually disabled. Now many would see these special people as handicapped and as lesser beings as all of us "normal" people, but I beg to differ. I have always viewed them positively. They are the people who always smile because they mean it and are always perfectly honest with you. They are not tainted by the sins of the real world, nor are they wearing masks to fake people, they present themselves as they are. Honestly, I have always envied them, whenever they laugh, there is no hint of coldness, there is only pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the project work going on now, I doubt many of us students can actually smile and mean it completely. Already, I have seen so many people getting depressed, so many, including myself. And I dont know what to do right now, I am not exactly in the mood to cheer people up feeling like that myself. Besides, I am already starting to break down and the only people keeping me alive is my girl, Rin. She is such a bundle of joy and I thank her for understanding my situation....I havent been talking to her properly lately. And I hope that I can make it up to her. She is just such an amazing girl, I will never want to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~The innocence of a kid~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-224625194921012834?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/224625194921012834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=224625194921012834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/224625194921012834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/224625194921012834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-in-mind-wow-that-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-5874052289110945916</id><published>2009-04-27T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:29:54.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*A weakening man*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I know it has been forever since I last posted here and the thing is, I dont have the time to do it anymore. Ever since PW has started, I do not know a life anymore. All I think about it PW, I think PW, see PW, hear PW, smell PW, I even DREAM about PW. I have never hated a subject so much in my entire life. Its ridiculous and I do realise that I have been using ridiculous quite a lot lately. Well anyway, I dont have too much time to carrying on typing.&lt;br /&gt;Rin I hope that you can understand this and I love you always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Somebody please save me from this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so keep living~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-5874052289110945916?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/5874052289110945916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=5874052289110945916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5874052289110945916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5874052289110945916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/04/weakening-man-i-know-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-9019553122879174554</id><published>2009-04-19T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:24:04.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*Cause I'm hot then I'm cold*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its been forever since I've posted anything here. Blame it on the overwhelming schoolwork? Blame it on the fact that I have nothing to blog? Or blame it on my laziness to do anything about it? Well whatever the case, I am typing now, so yea......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It all started on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy, Vivian, Regina, Tian Qi and I were in the school library doing some of our homework before CCAs, outings, whatevers. We started goofing off halfway through and poked fun at each other. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that Jimmy and I were poking fun at Vivian. Haha. It was so much fun. It all started when Regina wrote "I'm Spastic" on a piece of paper and arrowed that at Vivian, and then....you wouldnt beleive what happened....Vivian looked at the paper, took it AND.....wrote "I thought the spelling is Spasmtic?" That line was enough to make me burst out laughing, but being in the library and being the gentleman that I am, I reduced my booming laughter to a mere chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spasmtic....I learnt a new word that day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy got an idea from that and I'm telling you, its not good when Jimmy gets these ideas (Well, not good for Vivian that is) Jimmy was working frantically with the paper, borrowing highlighters and pens from everyone at the table. And then his masterpiece was done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326667333119391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sewft7NCN7I/AAAAAAAAADk/nb_Nxfx89ss/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yup, that was what he drew and it took us so long to align these speech bubbles with Vivian's face. I was surprised that the librarian didnt come at us for gigglin and chuckling away, but I am glad that he didnt, because we were having so much fun. Tian Qi had one of her crazy outbursts of laughter which took forever to calm down, Regina was complaining about how Vivian keeps pulling out her earpiece, Jimmy and I were having fun with the pictures and Vivian was struggling to conceal herself from my camera. Doesnt seem much like a scene of studying students does it. But at least we had fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I fell sick. The cold and fever that was already in my body finally surfaced right after I closed my math homework, and that was after so much fun too....what a wet towel. I skipped CCA that day and went back home to sleep. And for the entire week, I've been doing nothing but sleeping and resting myself, which I hate, because I am not the kind that can sit still for that long a time. But what could I do? I was sweating and shivering at the same time, my body was weak all over and my brain was too hot to think straight. Try having a fever for 4 straight days, feeling hot and cold and hot and cold again and again and again. This was/is by far the most irritating fever that I have had and I want it to stop right now! Today is day 4 and I am hoping that this will be the end of my illness, I have loads of things to do and many more to think about, I need my body to work at normal conditions, if not at its best. JC life is exhausting and I want to be able to finish it, finish and conquer the exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Stronger, Smarter, Faster, Wiser, IMBAer~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-9019553122879174554?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/9019553122879174554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=9019553122879174554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/9019553122879174554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/9019553122879174554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-im-hot-then-im-cold-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sewft7NCN7I/AAAAAAAAADk/nb_Nxfx89ss/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-4227239017468197956</id><published>2009-04-04T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:11:23.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Whats wrong?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, I've been working on the Family Day (School Carnival) stall that my class is having. And after so many days and so many hours, the problems finally start to get solved one after the other and I thought that I could spend more time with Rin.....but......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont know what I have done, or what I have said, but well...apparently my girl is upset with me. I dont know, its just tearing me apart. Its really upsetting, I dont know what to do anymore really....My mind is in such a whirl....this post is just random rambling really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What have I done wrong? What is bothering her? What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Nobody said it was going to be a bed of roses~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-4227239017468197956?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/4227239017468197956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=4227239017468197956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4227239017468197956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4227239017468197956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-well-ive-been-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-5698445896772962962</id><published>2009-03-28T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:42:37.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Earth Hour*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Earth Hour has dawned upon all of us, and let us all respond to the calls of Mother Nature and do our part in saving ourselves. Honestly, this international event is merely an advertisement to get the people to actually start doing something about what we humans have done. Honestly, humans are the most despicable, dirty, creatures that ever walked on the surface of Earth. In the short time that we have spent on this planet that we call home, we have done so much to destroy the very thing that gave us life. Is our intelligence a blessing or a curse doomed to destroy our very existence? The very thing that made us the successful beings that we are, is also the very reason why we may go extinct. We say that we are protecting the environment, protecting the world. But will the planet really die out? No. It is us that will be eradicated from the world. Planet Earth will be scarred, but thats all there is to it, a mere scar. It will recover. Extinction on the other hand cannot be reversed, just like so many of the animals that we sent to their graves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What happens to the dog that bites the hand that feeds it? Well, it gets put to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Your shape your own fate, your own destiny~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-5698445896772962962?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/5698445896772962962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=5698445896772962962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5698445896772962962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5698445896772962962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-earth-hour-has-dawned-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-609703415827770529</id><published>2009-03-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:30:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Woah! Resilience Camp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday was the Resilience camp and boy did I wake up early. Left the house at 6 in the morning and got to the meeting point at 6:40am, when the actual meeting time was suppose to be 7:30. So I was an entire hour early, which really sucked since I was the only one there and I had nothing to do at all. Sun Plaza was really quiet and everyone was buzzing around to school or to work. But I was saved eventually by 7 when my friends and classmates started to come. I was SO relieved to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll skip the travelling part, because its BORING. Ok, so we arrived at the camp site, saw the High Elements part and went "Woah!" I was literally bouncing in the seat of the bus because I was so darn excited. Entered the action room later on and it was really cold, I was ok with the cold since I love the cold environment, but as I looked around, I think I was among the few people that enjoyed the cold. People were having their hands tucked into their backs and more shirts, shivering their asses off. It was such a joy, I feel so evil now. But all was good when the instructor came, he is a French and his accent was really strong, but even with the strong accent you can really hear the Singlish in it. So it was like having a Singaporean speak with a French accent, it was really interesting to hear something like this. All the students were laughing so much! It was a great start^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with the high elements, and I was really exhilarated, but the whole prospect of having go up the high elements, it was so much fun. The pulley system at our station kept getting stuck though and it was really irrtating because we would have finished it much faster without the ridiculous hiccup in the system. But we still had enough time to go on another station and we raced through the ropes, now that is excitement. Well not as fast as Steven though, he ran across the log in 4 seconds flat (Good Job!) and of course who can forget the conversation ON the high elements itself, two girls, both called Vivian were on the high elements opposite each other, and guess what? They managed to converse in their own language (It doesnt have a name yet but right now its just known as "Vivian") Well anyway, both were up there and both were screaming to each other and its not just random screaming, they took turns to scream and so it really really seemed like they were conversing with each other. That was THE best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the low elements. People were not as fearful here, but it was still challenging. Learnt something new here though, find loopholes to exploit in life. We were told not to have 2 people walking on the line at any one time, which means that we COULD have more than one person ON the line. Yea, so after that was pointed out, we stood on the line and just ferry each other across. Thinking out of the box and playing WITH the rules, its not my style but I guess its what the real world demands so yea, loopholes for the win! Whalewatch was a much better game, all of us were suppose to sit on this one plank and balance the plank for however long we can. And after much planning, we managed to complete it in 2 minutes and 30 seconds, which is quite an accomplishment if you ask me, thank you very much. But then comes the hard part, we have to keep completely still, flies were walking all over my hands and its not just the normal houseflies that we see and swat every now and then. Those flies had oranged coloured butts, it was rather intriguing really, first time I have seen flies with orange butts. Well anyway, ants were crawling, flies were erm....flying and sweat was dripping. Nobody moved a muscle (well except for the heart and intercostal muscles that are a must to sustain life). It was so much fun not moving, talking and singing the Spongebob song eventually, yes the SPONGEBOB THEME SONG! Oh and I manged to get up from a sitting postion without tilting the balance. But it took me quite some time to rise up. They told me to stand up slowly, but they didnt expect me to come up that slowly. Haha. But then...comes the LOW wall. I emphasise LOW wall because it was over 3 metres high, which isnt that low if you are a mere 1.50m person. So lets see now, trying to get everyone over the darn wall, think everyone played this game before. And once again, I am at the bottom boosting everyone up the wall, try having 40 people stepping on your legs and then having you needing to push their asses up the wall. It was fun, it was enjoyable, but I came back with a bruised leg. And some of them, honestly, they just wont stand up on our legs. When the guys pushed them to the maximum height that they could reach, some people chose to squat on the legs. Stop and imagine this, now is it possible for the people right at the top of the wall to grab a sqatting person? NO! And I ate a lot of sand too. But it was really fun. Lots of laughs. The last guy though, I must comment that he is persistent. After going up I had to lean over half my body over the wall to reach out to him. He jumped and jumped and jumped again, we scratched each other one too many times and got cuts but still we tried. Eventually, we had to use a girl's (Li Wen) pants as as rope to hoist him up to the wall. YAY us for completing the thing. And boy was it tiring. But all of us returned to lunch with smiles on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. The GPS system during the...Amazing Race....was rather screwed up because it lagged so much. When we ran this way, we overshot and back tracked and then we back tracked too fast. Honestly, they need to invest in newer and faster ones. Nothing much to say here, only the fact that Buzz Aldrin is the second person on the moon and Faraday was probably not a famous writer. We ran from one end of the camp to the other over and over again. We didnt manage to finish the game though, that was the depressing part. But we had fun, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for the Resilience Camp, I just dozed off the moment I got home. It was THAT tiring and the only thing that can compare with the fatigue, is the satisfaction that I got out of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Thinking out of the box is not enough, DO IT!~&lt;/span&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/4321289361131695854-609703415827770529?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/609703415827770529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=609703415827770529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/609703415827770529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/609703415827770529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah-resilience-camp-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-11368472205693125</id><published>2009-03-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:03:35.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Irritance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well this first part of the day wasnt that much of an irritance, but I am really irritated right now, so yea. Anyway, today was the start and the finish of the Festival of Life. Yup, its a day where students pick a course that would like to take part in and then to improve themselves according to their interests. I joined the Guitar Enrichment course of course, I love that instrument, but I just cant make the time for me to practice this. So this was really a great chance for me to improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the lesson wasnt all that good actually. Dont get me wrong now, the instructor was great and the students were really happy with him. Met a couple of people and chuckled with them from time to time, so it was an enjoyable course. However, it was the things taught in the course that bored me. Being someone with the basics of the basics, it wouldnt take much for me to learn something new, but somehow, the course taught the basics of the basics. So I was sitting there and listening to a bulk of things that I already knew. Plucking, a couple of chords, types of guitars, the names of the parts. In fact the only thing that I learnt was to play individual notes. So at least I learnt something. Wish I was in the Guitar Ensemble though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next part of the day was spent with half my class. We went to the hall and played some table tennis, I did some weight lifting with the bowling ball my friend brought and the girls sat on the stage listening to the piano play. And I realised something, my class may not be the noisiest, the most active, the most enthusiastic, the most fun. But we are not the most boring, the most lifeless, the dullest. We are an amazing class made up of amazing people. And I smiled at that thought, because I am proud to be a part of PDG 1509. These guys are amazing, and I wouldnt change that mindset. Anyway, we went to AMK Hub to have a hearty meal and throughout the entire time, Uwono and Chow were beatboxing away. It was entertaining, but just imagine having two amateurs beatboxing down the road, on the bus, in the mall, at the table, walking around the food court. It gets irritating after a while (Though everyone of us started to bob to their beat some time later, Haha) And then we were off to take pictures. Now, stop and picture this. 11 people, at a food court, squating down at the end of a table, with 2 cameras pointing at them, while laughing and giggling like there is no tomorrow, and then making a lot of noise. Yup that was us at the food court when we took the photos. And then we were moving so many darn things around that people stared at us more intently than they already were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we looked like complete idiots, but I'll tell you, we had lots of fun and we enjoyed ourselves. I love my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~I love PDG 1509!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-11368472205693125?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/11368472205693125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=11368472205693125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/11368472205693125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/11368472205693125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/irritance-well-this-first-part-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-7305356431741242927</id><published>2009-03-24T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:44:05.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Second time lucky*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its just another run at the corridor, another activity I do to keep myself awake, another action to keep me active. But it just so happens that in that run, that moment, that period, I had to lose my balance and fall on my ankle. And this is the second time I had sprained it already. It is a minor sprain but irritating none the less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still remember the first time I sprained the ankle. Laughed my head off, jumped on my feet and continued to play ball, jumped and ran and jumped somemore. I couldnt walk the next day though, that was annoying. Well that was in the past, and I have to look forward into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I realised that I have made a mistake in not joining the Volleybal team and well, this may not seem like much but I really do desire to be on the team or to at least play as a member again. I long for the times and memories that I once had in Catholic High. No matter how bad a player I was, I was still, ultimately a player. It feels so right to be in the court and sweating it out. But I guess, its too late. I'll stand by my decision to the very end and even if it entails regrets, I will follow down the path that I have chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is full of regrets, but all I can do is to learn and to live with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;folly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Make a decision, make it and stand by it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-7305356431741242927?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/7305356431741242927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=7305356431741242927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7305356431741242927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7305356431741242927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/second-time-lucky-its-just-another-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-1295040558805376868</id><published>2009-03-21T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:12:01.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PS Camp*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This post is like 2 days late because I was so darn tired for the entire weekend, but no matter, I am here now and I am ready to type. First things first, PS stands for Photographic Society, yea, thats the CCA that I am in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Camp started at 8am on a lovely Thursday morning and everyone was so darn tired waking up so early during the holidays....myself included (Found that I am sleeping more as the years past....sign of growing old perhaps) Well, one thing's for sure, at least the camp was engaging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; "The 11th hour" and learnt more about the global climate change and whatnot, ok so I admit that that part wasnt that interesting at all....just enjoyed the scene when the penguins ran out of the boxes, that was cute! Well, getting back on track here....we played games, played games, had many courses and lessons. When we got the chance to use the telephoto lens, we found out just how much of a zoom it has....no wonder the Private Is can take such great pictures without getting seen. But I think it was really weird that a whole group of us were pointing the cameras at the basketball team while they were practicing....its like we were stalkers...and not very good ones too....hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;What came after that...lets see now...I am just too lazy to list them out one by one and explain them. Captain's ball, talks, courses, outing to take photographs, talking with friends, laughing with them, doing homework late at night (Haha, surprised at how many people were doing it) I think I'll just upload the pictures now.....*yawns* Just so darn tired.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ugh! cant find them...I'll do it later..*goes back to sleep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-1295040558805376868?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/1295040558805376868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=1295040558805376868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1295040558805376868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1295040558805376868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-camp-this-post-is-like-2-days-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-1468231726275480734</id><published>2009-03-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:05:25.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Day Out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today was off to East Coast Park. There were suppose to be more people joining us, but due to various reasons, it was down to Vivian (Lim), Min Yi, Abi and myself. Met at 2 at Junction 8 today and when I first saw Vivian, I could barely recognise her, I mean, she cut her hair so much. Not that I can say much about it, having lost like half of whatever I had......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, either way, after we met up with Min Yi, we're off to the Park. But honestly speaking, the ride there was a killer. It was so darn long, I fell asleep the entire way, while the girls talked and rambled on. (Heaven knows where they got so many things to talk about, but I guess girls being girls will always talk...ALOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we got off the bus....opposite Victoria Junior College.....and that's when I started to lose interest in things. You see, I've always wanted to get in there, but I was slacking through the O levels and well, as expected I got a big fat 11. Now I know that its not exactly a low score, but its just not up to my standards. Anyway, I started to get quiet, which is probably a side that the class hasnt seen as of yet. Thinking about how I couldnt get into the school and seeing as how it looks like a great school, it pains me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that emoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dove straight for the bicycle rentals, haha. And again (As usual) my bike is always the more expensive one. Why? Because I need a big one. At least it works though, cant really complain much. Submitted the Ez-link cards to rent the bikes out (Took Min Yi's one too, but being the gentleman that I am, I didnt look at it, nice right? Haha) East Coast park is still as big as ever, after an entire hour of cycling, we were still seeing the beach, the sand, the sea. It was just so peaceful and yet so bubbly with life. The perfect getaway for when you are down and emoing. But.....Abi called me halfway through our ride and told us to meet up with him...we turned around and cycled for about 20 minutes before we met up with him. And in those 20 minutes, Abi called me twice, I picked up the phone WHILE on the bike, got my left hand to cramp because I was holding onto the bike so darn hard while I was taking the calls, nearly crashed into 3 bicycles and learnt how to ride without hands. Yup, a lot of things happened in that 20 minutes. But the best part is that, while we were looking for Abi, we rode past each other twice, and while we were on the same bridge (but on opposite ends) we called each other and after 3 whole minutes of calling and stuff, finally realised that we were within sight of each other. I feel so retarded now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, lots of things happened. Raced Abi. Went on the roads. Vivian got a heat rash (poor girl). Min Yi's hair was all lioness-like. Helped Vivian carried her bike all over the place. Ate ice cream. And thought about VJC. Realised that since I am already posted to AJ, I might as well make do with it. Hehe. Just smile and make the best out of the things that I have. Its not a bad school really, the people there are amazing and the environment/surroundings isnt bad at all. enjoying myself there and watch out people, because I am going to work hard to beat you. That was so egoistic XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;do have some pictures here. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540719892341650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/ScEKoImII5I/AAAAAAAAADM/_UK0Xnf7yC4/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We took random pictures on our journey lol. Cameras out XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314541333349802946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/ScELL15yI8I/AAAAAAAAADU/rvPuzgry2LM/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cylcing along the tracks and surprisingly Ah Mah Lim wasnt all that slow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314541928938375458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/ScELugpKiSI/AAAAAAAAADc/HAIf2jn76uU/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;st agree with me already, this cat is adorable. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.~&lt;br /&gt;~When you dont have a life, go out and get one~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-1468231726275480734?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/1468231726275480734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=1468231726275480734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1468231726275480734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1468231726275480734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-out-today-was-off-to-east-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/ScEKoImII5I/AAAAAAAAADM/_UK0Xnf7yC4/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-1428609128774604566</id><published>2009-03-17T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:41:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Its just fated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is one of those entries that I post on impulse. How many of you use Facebook out there? How many of you took the "What is your Japanese name?" Quiz? Well, I took that quiz and boy was I surprised by the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/qwat-is-ur-jap-hggib/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;if your a girl your name is:Rin And if ur a guy your name is:Seiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rin means dignified,severe,and cold your respected and admired and people might be a little scared of u:) And Seiko means force and truth so you like the truth even if it hurts and your honest with almost everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="item_x"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And for those who still dont get it at all, I call my girlfriend Rin (So does every one of her friends and her family members) I was just elated when I saw the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate? Is it chance? Is it luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont really care, but I do know that I love that girl and she returns those feelings to me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s442.photobucket.com/albums/qq144/Bbazq/?action=view&amp;current=th5a78779c1e9f0774b2814b176d2b30-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i442.photobucket.com/albums/qq144/Bbazq/th5a78779c1e9f0774b2814b176d2b30-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Rin loves you Rin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-1428609128774604566?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/1428609128774604566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=1428609128774604566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1428609128774604566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/1428609128774604566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-just-fated-this-is-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-847282030017064108</id><published>2009-03-17T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:06:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Everything has its element of fun*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lets see now, AJC is currently having the students carry out their "Physics Challenge" and each team has to come up with a prototype, with Solar Cells. In a nut shell, that is what the Physics Challende is. And honestly speaking, the first time I heard about it, I couldnt care less, it just wasnt something that interested me as a student, mainly because I dont really like Physics all that much, but that is out of the point here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;THE POINT is that I was spending a lot of time yesterday in school. Gosh, the amount of photos that the Photographic Society needs to sort out is simply, or not so simply, monstrous. And there were so many good ones, it was dazzling and mind-boggling. But reality is harsh and so many of the photos were rejected....mine included (DAMN! Guess they werent good enough for the exhibition). Not that I could do anything about it. After 4 whole hours of choosing and applying the watermark on EACH photograph, well thats about it for the photography side actually. I am really looking forward to the exhibition and the presentation that will be up soon, probably because I can get to see my photos. Haha. That sounded really egoistic! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after the photography.....oh yes, I met up with Steven, Dionne and Nadia (Zhi Hong wasnt there....again) oh, and in case you are lost, they are my teammates, yea. Well, by the time I got there, I was drenched in my own perspiration (The humidity didnt really help much). They were sitting there in the MacDonalds at AMK hub and man was the table in a mess. There were batteries and wires and screwdrivers and scissors and pens and pencils and cutters and plastic and paper and a cap and of course, a MacDonalds meal. That scene I saw, wasnt something you get to see everyday, I'll tell you that much. I noticed the staff looking at us with those eyes filled with frustration, inquiry and pure irritance. But as teenagers, we couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long later, after lots of cutting and taping and laughing, the Solar Powered Fan Cap was finally complete. Well it doesnt really look that amazing, but it works. But unfortunately, somebody had her hair tangled with the fan, because it was too close. Sorry. But, then I got to be the Guinea pig for the prototype and well, it wasnt all that bad, the breeze the fan made wasnt that strong to irritate the eye and as a bonus, the cap and be shifted to blow each side of your face. I was rather impressed with it at first, but it started to feel ridiculous wearing that thing on my head. Well, I think I'll let the picture do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314134715017638738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sb-ZXikys1I/AAAAAAAAADE/aAnha1eN62U/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok I know I look awful in this picture, but yup, that is me with the fan cap on....that Tomato Fan really was cute though XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, this may not be the best project that I've been through, but I certainly had more fun than I thought I would. Thank you Steven, Nadia and Dionne for making this so much fun. Guess it goes to show that, there is ALWAYS an element of fun, just that we need to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~Keep smiling people~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-847282030017064108?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/847282030017064108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=847282030017064108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/847282030017064108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/847282030017064108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-has-its-element-of-fun-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sb-ZXikys1I/AAAAAAAAADE/aAnha1eN62U/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-5031375251028799162</id><published>2009-03-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:01:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Beyond the night sky*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know how love songs always seem to bring a couple together, and how many couples have their own songs to remind them of each other? Well, I think I may have found that perfect song to remind me of Rin. She sent it to me the other day and the moment I heard it, all I could do was smile. Its a Japanese duet, and really beautiful too....I enjoyed it so much. Well I dont think I can do the song justice with my limited linguistic skills, so I'll let the song itself do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313195917800238562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SbxDiWaJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hFGShngGRqs/s320/yui_cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wonder if we’ve come to believe in something. Since then...Beyond the night skyTomorrow is already waiting&lt;br /&gt;Hearing someone's voiceWe hid ourselves Beyond the park fenceThe night wind was blowing&lt;br /&gt;The way your hand returned my graspAs if you were trying to tell me something Even now, that gesture squeezes A soft place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we’ve come to believe in something Since then...I softly open the window I could smell the winter wind&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if sadness is something That will someday disappear...My sigh remained in white for a moment And then instantly disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Even when I start to walk With each step, I hesitate But I had thought that I could crush Worthless things like common sense&lt;br /&gt;The words I spoke to you How much of them remain?In the very deepest part of my heart The fruitless efforts continue&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we're standing In the future of that time It seems like nothing is going Quite as well as we had hoped&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these days Will continue like this forever...The cloudless starry sky. Continues beyond the window&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we’ve come to believe in something Since then...Beyond the night sky. Tomorrow is already waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This song has touched me everytime I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Its melody, its music, its lyrics, each aspect is imbued with beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;~Ich Liebe Dich Rin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-5031375251028799162?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/5031375251028799162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=5031375251028799162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5031375251028799162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5031375251028799162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond-night-sky-you-know-how-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SbxDiWaJ7eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hFGShngGRqs/s72-c/yui_cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-5508625336771812625</id><published>2009-03-14T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:02:07.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Falling in Love all over again*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think some of you would have known that I am not single anymore, and for those who dont, now you do. Anyway, I have fallen in love once again, and I feel that this is really an amazing feeling. I feel so lively and so happy, so alive. I love this feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And for those of you who are thinking that I am cheating on my girlfriend, obviously you dont know me well enough. It is true that I have fallen in love, but my girlfriend, Rin, will always have first place in my heart.....next to my family of course. I think I'll just stop rambling and show you my other love.....TZUKI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sbt5hk5-P-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XskyVGegtuk/s1600-h/TZUKI!.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312973803163107298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sbt5hk5-P-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XskyVGegtuk/s320/TZUKI!.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yes, this is what I have been talkinga bout all this time. This bunny is really adorable. My interest for this fellow here started when the Project Work group tried to come up with a name for the team. And somehow or another, it became "Ben &amp;amp; Tzuki" I have no idea where the link is, or why I agreed to that in the first place. But either way, I have to thank Camelia for introducing this lovely bunny here to me. They are over 40 emoticons of this guy all over the internet and its interesting to know that so many people have the emoticons of this guy on their MSN. Anyway, Ihave a lot of the emoticons of Tzuki the Rabbit here. So if you want them just send a message to me on MSN or tag me on the blog here. Anyway, I am signing off from rambling on about something as random as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised something in the process of this, my english standard is slipping quite a bit. Its about time I buck up and raise it back to a higher standard than it was before. General paper....must work....HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-5508625336771812625?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/5508625336771812625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=5508625336771812625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5508625336771812625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5508625336771812625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-in-love-all-over-again-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/Sbt5hk5-P-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XskyVGegtuk/s72-c/TZUKI!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-6628602512901557464</id><published>2009-03-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:03:17.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I cant believe I actually did that*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know when they say that a good start is half the battle won? I couldnt agree with them more. Just this morning, in the AJC canteen, everything went as per normal, the people came in at their usual times (I have no idea why they are so accurate each day...myself included) In anycase, everything was going well...friends and I talked and joked alot about things and each other of course. Somebody (Vivian Lim) actually forgot to do her physics tutorial because of the 'Iamaddictedtodrama' syndrome, haha, and she is like one of the more hardworking ones in the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But this is where the good part comes in, as I was leaning rather close to the edge of the bench and all.....and the bench is rather light as well....and being the 75kg guy that I am......I'm sure you guys know your physics. The angle that I placed my immense weight on that poor bench, toppled the entire thing over! This is so embarrasing. I mean seriously, there I was waving my hands in whatever direction and length that they can reach as my body slowly...oh so slowly....falls backwards to the concrete floor. And and and, when I made contact with the floor, I rolled back on myself before my legs landed safely on ground. I am telling you, that is ridiculously embarrasing, but for those who know me, I think you can understand why I was laughing my head off as I picked myself up from the floor. It was so hilarious to me, I couldnt stop my laughter, and as I looked around the canteen, I realised that I wasnt the only one not being able to control my laughter. Haha. That was certainly a nice way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the line about how a great start is half the battle won, its not necessarily the case. The Captain's ball game that I was suppose to play in, the Captain's ball game that I have looked so forward to, the Captain's ball game that I was itching to play GOT CANCELED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class and I waited all the way till 4;30 in the afternoon, only to get our spirits dampened by rain and lighting. So there goes the game that I was looking forward to. That was an utter disappointment. But there is nothing much that we can do against Mother Nature can we? Right now, I'm just waiting for the announcment to be made again so that I can play. I really want to play this game so bad. All I can do now is wait....oh..I am presenting something in my photography CCA tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-6628602512901557464?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/6628602512901557464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=6628602512901557464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/6628602512901557464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/6628602512901557464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-believe-i-actually-did-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-2842135827696691758</id><published>2009-03-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:04:07.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I have no idea why this is happening*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok, well this is just another Wednesday for me, nothing too spectacular, nothing too dull either. It was just a normal day. Played and joked with my guy friends today and I swear....that guy Jie Qiang is really really lame. Seriously, you have to hear it to believe just how 'cold' he can get. Well getting back on track here, I am playing a Captain's ball game tomorrow, yay me. It was postponed from Tuesday, because the committee members didn't put down our names -.- I mean, seriously, we are interested in playing AND submitted the form early, I dont see why our names werent in there at all. FRUSTRATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, in anycase, things got sorted out and the team is playing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets see now, I went for my photography CCA today. And in the Darkroom, we learnt some interesting ways of developing photographs. You know how they are always developed with the negative? Yea well, today, we placed objects above that developing paper and we 'burnt' images on the paper itself. It was so cool, with the coke bottle and the lunch boxes that we found. The effect that came with it was amazing. This technique is called erm....Photogram. Yea, its a new style thought to the seniors by the teacher....its certainly a breath of fresh air.....in a place where the air stinks. Honestly, the chemicals used in the Darkroom are nasty smelling, real nasty. My hand still stinks from touching one of the more diluted ones, makes me wonder how the others will rot my hands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is by far the best part of the day. When I got home from school today, I got a call from my mom saying that she has to pick up my sick brother in school (Like seriously, the teacher called her up and everything) and poor me, without the keys, was left stranded outside the house. I cant believe why my parents wont just give me a set of keys and make me go through all of this, its ridiculous. Well anyway, as I sat at the frontdoor, I got bored and well....I fell asleep. The neighbours were all looking at me with those weird eyes and expressions, but I was too tired and too deep in my slumber to bother about them. And after like half an hour of waiting, my mom finally came back, with a brother that looks fine. But by that time, my legs were already numb and man was it difficult to stand. Like a puppet without its strings, flopping here and there. It was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for my part today. Hope I didnt bore you again. Off to bed now, wish me luck for the Captain's ball game tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-2842135827696691758?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/2842135827696691758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=2842135827696691758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/2842135827696691758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/2842135827696691758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-no-idea-why-this-is-happening-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-3441898024786013676</id><published>2009-03-08T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:06:49.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Around Singapore in 8 hours?*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well lets see now, its been some time since I posted on this darn thing and I guess I should update it with some parts of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok so for those that know me well, you would also know that I barely have a life and that I don't usually go out. So I think this will be a surprise when I say that I have been around Singapore yesterday. AMK Hub to Little India to Takashimaya to Wisma to other places around Orchard Road and then to a little place called Chinatown...or at least I was planning to go there, but I didn't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well lets see now first things first, I went to AMK Hub to meet up with one of my friends for lunch. She (and yes SHE) lives around the area and so being the gentleman that I am (I know that you are probably rolling your eyes right now) I agreed to meeting her in an area that is more convenient for her. But yea, it was just a normal lunch, but boy when I saw her mom there I could sense it already....she was checking me out.....checking to see if her daughter was in danger. And honestly, the pressure is huge when a parent stares you down like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now that that episode is over, let me just skip the lunch part and how we laughed about things that happened in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And off to Little India we went, but before I get to that can I just say something? Singaporeans should REALLY REALLY stop standing at the doors of the MRT, especially the older generation. Its not like the younger ones don't have any fault at all, but the older ones are blatantly standing in front of the doors with their darn trollies and bags. How can people get out of the train if you stand there like that?! What has Singapore become in the years of development?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath* So when we reached Little India, lets just say that it was a lot tighter than I thought it would be. There was construction going on everywere and the two of us had to walk down these tiny aisles in between each site, it was horrible; the smell, the stink, the people sitting along that already tiny corridor. It was an experience that I would gladly forget. But after we squeezed out of that mess, we managed to see Little India as a whole and boy it was big. There was this one thing that caught my attention though, I haven't been to Little India in some time, however this isn't my first time. And no matter how many times I see it, I will never get used to the fact that huge groups of people would be walking down the road and running across it like they have no care in the world. Its not quite a norm in Singapore but I do believe that in India, this sight is not one to be surprised of.....which really makes me wonder why there arent too many accidents in India....at least none that I've heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you right now that Little India isn't very little at all. After an entire hour of walking, we only found 3 shops selling the Henna ink that we were looking for. But I have learnt something from this little expedition, Little India's corridors and walkways are pathetically small and narrow. When I walked past the market in that area...I tripped over some lady's basket -.- And while I was walking down the aisle, I had to wait for 2 whole minutes for a group of tourists to walk down the path. And being with a girl, it just got me worrying about her all the time. Its not like she is weak or anything, but I couldnt forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. But I must say, that Little India is really fragrant with their flowers and ointments. Its certainly a new experience for me, or at least a reminder of what I have missed out on hanging out with Chinese most of the time. And I also learnt to bargain, and to be merciless when you bargain. Next time I go there, I'm going to reduce the price by half....damned shopkeepers....trying to cheat on me. I'll be smarter next time I go there....diving in with my "Auntie Mindset"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT WORLD! AUNTIE BEN IS ON THE LOOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard road never ceases to amaze me. The sights, the sounds, the crowd -.- It can really get to you if you arent in the mood. But I have a goal to meet and that is to find the tattoo ink that I saw there the other day. And off we two went through Wisma and down the road and whatever else there was to land ourselves in Takashimaya. Last time I went there, I got lost and somehow managed to get to the Art Friends there (I am so good at finding my way XD) Well, that place is HUGE and if I didnt already been there once, I would have gotten lost. But that part was rather boring, just went in to get that bottle of ink and watched Vivian (the girl that I was with) looking at stamps and playing around with the boxes that were there. I swear, she looked like a little kid then. A cute one if I might add. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Mos burgers for some refreshments. And that is after going around Orchard in the rain from place to place looking for a seat to sit down and eat. Honestly, Orchard is so big, its so vast and why cant I get a seat to eat?! And to be in the rain under that umbrella with her, I am for one not used to sharing an umbrella, especially with a girl and I have to worry about her getting wet and falling sick and all. Its a bother, but I am sure guys will agree that they should protect the girl, not saying that girls are weak and all, but still, its just how I was brought up. Yea, so we ended up in Mos Burgers and and AND she received a call from her cousin, TO SPOTCHECK ON HER, I was so darn worried at that time lol. Its like her whole family is coming to suspect me to be some sex maniac or something along that line. It was like interrogation, but the difference being I wasnt being interrogated directly. It was still nerve-wrecking, especially when she said that her cousin was going to come down to check on us o.o. And things got worse when on the road she pointed to some guy and said that he looked like her cousin. Honestly, it shortened my lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, all was good. I sent her home and she didn't fall sick from those few drops of rain. And I know that this entry wasn't very detailed, feel free to ask me if you have anything to ask lol, I highly doubt that would happen but hey its getting late here and I am tired, cut me some slack. JC life is starting to take its toll on me, but nobody said that it was going to be easy on me. And I am sure nobody is going to hear me give up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-3441898024786013676?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/3441898024786013676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=3441898024786013676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/3441898024786013676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/3441898024786013676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/03/around-singapore-in-8-hours-well-lets.html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-4659366798156047928</id><published>2009-02-23T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:07:48.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Journey through Hort Park*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKJpwxK1tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VhhriuFZAik/s1600-h/P1298339.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305954661554640594" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKJpwxK1tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VhhriuFZAik/s320/P1298339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(This will be one of those blog entries that will no have too many words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Photographic Society in the school had a outing to Hort Park on the 21st. And honestly speaking, I had no idea that place existed here in our beloved tiny red dot. Guess that means that I don't know my own country well enough.....how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well in any case, this is the first outing I had with the group and being the new kid there, I feel really out of place. Fortunately for me, I have already known a couple of people in PS so I guess it wasn't so bad. The seniors aren't exactly what I would expect to be honest, the mature, leading kind. They were playing around and playing retro games and the ridiculously lame jokes that they told....honestly, they are so 'cold' they have the potential to kill. But you can never judge a book by its cover yes? And truly, they showed their mature side right after we got off the bus. Everyone settled down and split into neat groups, instructions were given and precautions were taken. They may be a group of hyper-active 18 year old teenagers, but they are already entering the transitional phase into adulthood. The way they took charge and at the same time NOT sounding bossy or demanding in anyway, its not something achieveable by the ordinary group of teenagers. But enough with the boring words, I took many photographs there....133 to be exact....I have no idea how I can take so many. But rest assured, I am not going to put up all of them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just let my photographs showcase the beauty of the park, I hope I can show it to its fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKKY75RnNI/AAAAAAAAABE/aTeDKODX8ow/s1600-h/P1298365.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305955471995280594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKKY75RnNI/AAAAAAAAABE/aTeDKODX8ow/s320/P1298365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKLCfs6McI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8W0a0by_qA/s1600-h/P1298371.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305956185981727170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKLCfs6McI/AAAAAAAAABM/w8W0a0by_qA/s320/P1298371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKLhckaPFI/AAAAAAAAABU/mB1mv5nFYLk/s1600-h/P1298372.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305956717716716626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKLhckaPFI/AAAAAAAAABU/mB1mv5nFYLk/s320/P1298372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKMAdEH5BI/AAAAAAAAABc/5svdKQzvBDg/s1600-h/P1298373.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305957250425676818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKMAdEH5BI/AAAAAAAAABc/5svdKQzvBDg/s320/P1298373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKM4uQzC0I/AAAAAAAAABk/dBRH-_XZ1uA/s1600-h/P1298378.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKNWRwXAdI/AAAAAAAAABs/frXyjCX5ZFk/s1600-h/P1298379.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305958724858741202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKNWRwXAdI/AAAAAAAAABs/frXyjCX5ZFk/s320/P1298379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKP6FiGHtI/AAAAAAAAACU/bBr4QjOTzhE/s1600-h/P1298436.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305961539076234962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKP6FiGHtI/AAAAAAAAACU/bBr4QjOTzhE/s320/P1298436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKNytQVenI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qr3GyU_lF9s/s1600-h/P1298388.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305959213276953202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKNytQVenI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qr3GyU_lF9s/s320/P1298388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKORIvaW_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/t4an-DY2xPk/s1600-h/P1298398.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305959736051129330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKORIvaW_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/t4an-DY2xPk/s320/P1298398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKOv89YkPI/AAAAAAAAACE/oRh_epq7rMg/s1600-h/P1298430.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305960265464451314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKOv89YkPI/AAAAAAAAACE/oRh_epq7rMg/s320/P1298430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKPT9ftbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/oLAMzMc7PS0/s1600-h/P1298431.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305960884083715634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKPT9ftbjI/AAAAAAAAACM/oLAMzMc7PS0/s320/P1298431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKQa5m6MjI/AAAAAAAAACc/-XiSrwsQimc/s1600-h/P1298417.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305962102810882610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKQa5m6MjI/AAAAAAAAACc/-XiSrwsQimc/s320/P1298417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I had lots of fun doing all of these things and honestly speaking all fun comes to an end. But its because it has an end that people appreciate and remember these things for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Treasure your memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh by the way, you might want to watch these :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44ffc581631275f4" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=44ffc581631275f4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/4659366798156047928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=4659366798156047928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4659366798156047928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/4659366798156047928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-through-hort-park-photographic.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SaKJpwxK1tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VhhriuFZAik/s72-c/P1298339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-5627827474810694605</id><published>2009-02-07T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:10:10.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Where did I go?!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haha, so I know I havent been doing anything on my blog for the past two weeks. I know I know. I've been really busy and really bothered by so many things in school, its overwhelming at the moment honestly speaking. Well anyway, I am back....yay....I think.......hmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see what I will talk about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, I know. I had my birthday yesterday....yay me. Well to be honest, I don't really enjoy myself on my birthdays...or any celebrations for that matter. I dont know, its just me. But it was just the same to me yesterday. Perhaps I don't really care about what the celebrations hold, perhaps I just can't be bothered with anything in my life. But one thing I do know, is that I have friends and a loving family right by me through everything. I would like to highlight my class PDG15 for singing me a birthday song on Friday. I prefer things to be at low profile, but it truly touched my heart when everyone sang a Happy Birthday song to me right in the middle of the parade square . &lt;strong&gt;Thanks guys (and gals) I will always remember this.&lt;/strong&gt; Well besides that, my family got me a HUGE Ice Cream cake from Swensens, and honestly speaking, I was really surprised. My family doesn't like to spend too much unnecessarily and well....yea, to have bought something from Swensens was like a complete miracle. But I have to say that the photographic skills of my brother is no more than average. I mean, seriously, every darn photo that he took was blurred. I know I may not be the best looking guy around but the least that he could do was to take a nice one. But he is my brother and I still love him....unfortunately. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are suppose to be a bumdle of joy, but all I did that day was to stop and think about how lucky I am to be living in this circle of people. Sure, they aren't the best nor are they perfect, but that is what makes them so special to me. They piss me off from time to time and I dont always like them, but that is what makes me treasure them even more. Sounds weird and doesnt make sense to you? Well I have something to tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life itself is a paradox, but you can still have fun in it^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-5627827474810694605?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/5627827474810694605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=5627827474810694605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5627827474810694605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/5627827474810694605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-i-go-haha-so-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-7238857505178207574</id><published>2009-02-04T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:12:24.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The First Obstacle Already*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Day 3 started off rather well, I had a little chat with the teacher handling my Matriculation Group. He is a rather jolly Australian, or at least I think he is Australian, anyway, he is a really fun man to be with and for someone as old as he is, I noticed some really toned muscles along his arms and legs. If you ask me, that's not something you see on most old people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;As I was saying, the day seemed to go on really smoothly. I walked around the school and took some pictures and I must say, they have an amazing collection of statues and sculptures all over the school campus. I saw so many, so so so many. And the trees were all really tall, one of them reminded me of the huge pine tree I saw while I was in kindergartden, its slanted to one side which gives the idea that it will collapse on its own weight, however, it is extremely big, easily taller than the school and still it stands. I admire the strength of this tree and I really want to become as strong as it is in the face of problems and difficulties, which I am sure to meet in the near future. Even sooner than I had expected actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I get to the main problem, I want to finish the slightly more pleasant portions of today. I dont really want to ruin my mood or your mood so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see now, what else is there. Oh. The CCA carnival, it wasn't much of a carnival actually, it was just some groups of students running around running campaigns and booths for their own CCAs. As for me, I intended to go into Photography or at least chess (a little nerdy perhaps, but I am a nerd at heart) Well anyway, I ended up following my friend to his Volleyball practice and when I sat at the bench, I remembered of the old times that I spent on the court. It wasn't really alot, nor was I ever an important player in the team, but I have to admit, admist all the pain and suffering and the belittling if I may add, I had fun. I had fun laughing with my teammates, even if I was laughing at myself, I had fun and that is the most important thing to anyone right now. So I was interested to enter the Volleyball team again, I left my name there. But right now, I am still deciding whether I should be entering the team or not. I mean, sports do take up a lot of your time and with my physic right now, I will not be able to last too long if the traning started to pick up the pace. So I guess my main priority now is to rebuild my stamina and to regain the feel of the ball. My skills have gone with the wind over the many many months of non-sporting activities and I was never good in the first place, so gaining and IMPROVING may be a problem to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that probably sums up the day in my school. But unfortunately for me, that was not the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right after I finished dinner, I received a call from the school. I was surprised, puzzled, shocked, afraid, nervous. I was a whole wreck of emotions. When I picked up the phone, it was from the....actually, I forgot who called me....but the thing is, ALL and I mean ALL the subject combinations that I have submitted have been rejected. All of them were rejected and its because I am the only person that chose those combinations. Physics and Biology, I knew it was a weird combination and I tried to live with it for the 4 years in my Secondary school life. But, I did not think that none will take it in the school. It wasn't a matter of a few people taking the combination, fact is, I am the only soul in Anderson Junior College to take that combination now. That practically ruined my day and possibly my entire week, and worse still, my entire life is the problem is not going to be solved. Please don't ask me why I did not take Chemistry while I was in Secondary school, because I am really sick of repeating that reason ok? Thank you for your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now I am really upset about everything and wondering what would be going on in the meeting that I am attending tomorrow. This is really a great start to my schooling year right here in Anderson. Honestly, I hope it does not get any better, if you know what I mean. I have no idea what is install for me in the future.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-7238857505178207574?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/7238857505178207574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=7238857505178207574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7238857505178207574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7238857505178207574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3-started-off-rather-well-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-7771785307155372201</id><published>2009-02-03T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:13:06.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The first step is also the most important*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well this is day 2 of the Mariculation week. I still have no idea why we don't go through Orientation just like most of the other schools, but I am grateful for it. The Matriculation group hasn't really warmed up to each other yet, seeing as everyone just groups themselves with the friends they came in with whenever they can. I can't really blame them for doing that, being humans...most of us are shy....right? I hope I am. Either way, I went around the school today and the Junior College campus is by far larger and more complex than the Secondary school. I had the feeling that I would be swallowed by the very walls of Catholic High when I first got in, and I can tell you right now that that was nothing compared to the vastness of Junior College. But I guess I am getting used to it, I can find the bathroom at least. I must say, the first thing you need to know about ANY place, is the bathroom, without it...you are a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Same oh same oh. Nobody did much at the morning assembly, national anthem was as quiet as ever. No surprise really. But what was different today was the intro-lectures that we had. I am not quite sure if any of the other schools have done it, but we had our first lectures today. It wasn't really much of a lecture, just introduction to whatever hellish experiences we shall be facing as students of that school and of that subject. Though it was rather boring, the teachers managed to keep the attention of over 800 students and made us all laugh at some point in time, I say that the hellish experience will not totally be hell....or so I hope. But these Intro-lectures showed us some really important things in College life, the subject courses, the different topics and units that we will be going through. It really gave us a preview of what we will be doing, which is really important. It would be ridiculous to enter a class without knowing ANYTHING about what we are studying, that would be a complete waste of time for both the teachers and the students. But I could see that most students in the auditorium were taking these lectures seriously. Good job :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, I bought my uniform today, and honestly it is HUGE. I mean seriously, I am 6 feet tall 1.82 metres tall and I still find my uniform big, you can imagine how big it is. Not too satisfied with the colouring of the uniform though, that needs to get some getting used to definitely. But this is my school now, might as well accept it since I don't really have much of a choice at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well day 2 was short. Ended at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But I have to say, the one thing that I was completely upset with is the fact that the school server crashed last night. I submitted my subject combinations already and I found out today that I had to redo it because something screwed up the server. So I have to re-submit the whole application form, re-type my particulars and everything else that they needed. Its like chewing a piece of gum you already had, the aftertaste isn't exactly pleasant I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well I guess this is the end of day 2 of my Matriculation week. Hopefully, I would be able to interact with my group mates a little more, seeing as how shy I am, I hardly made a sound let alone speak to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;New school, new friends, new experiences, new pain, new interactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-7771785307155372201?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/7771785307155372201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=7771785307155372201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7771785307155372201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/7771785307155372201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-step-is-also-most-important-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321289361131695854.post-2101453012868147597</id><published>2009-02-02T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:13:33.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Every journey starts with the first step*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well so lets see now, this is my first post on this darn site and so I thought well since its the beginning of both my life in Junior College and my journey on this site... ...why not start with something like that (The title, and I know its a really corny one too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well anyway, first day of school...started off at 5:30 in the morning with me all groggy and wanting to lay in bed for that 5 more minutes that will never end. Unfortunately for me, my mom was there to drag me out of bed. Anyway, breakfast was normal; just that bit of bread and a cup of warm milo to give me that extra burst of energy (If you ask me, its not the Milo...its the milk and sugar that we add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The bus-stop wasn't exactly pleasant with so many students, so many people and so little space. And being the big-sized 6 footer that I am, I didnt enjoy it one bit. To top it off, the bus came late and it travelled oh so slowly; especially with the numerous traffic lights on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;So, blah blah blah and I am late for school, almost got killed there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok by now you would have gotten bored by all of this, and I dont blame you, I am bored just by typing this and seriously, I am just using this to ramble on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the fun starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;All the students move into the auditorium, all 857? I think that's the right number of students in the school, currently. I was sent to the top floor, or the gallery if you will, and it is real steep. One slight miss in your steps and you are tumbling down the rows of seats and what is waiting for anyone that does tumble? A solid concrete wall, either that or you fall high enough to go over the wall and plummet to your almost certain doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you think that's bad wait till you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The students sat down in their really and I mean really small seats, and they were real hard too. Everyone got comfy... ...well as comfortable as they could possibly get...and the introductions started. Principal, Hods of various subjects, three university representatives, subject teachers of every subject available. I summarised it quite a bit so it doesnt seem very long but the whole thing lasted from 8 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon. Oh I forgot to mention, we didnt have any break...well we did have that one tiny break of 10 minutes where everyone cluttered around 2 toilets...but in any case, six hours of nothing but sitting and listening to boring presentations, informative none the less, but extremely boring and irritating too if I may add, especially if you have to hold a litre of water in your bladder for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;It ended eventually, thanks heavens for that. And I found that my legs were totally numb from sitting that long, I really had trouble walking out of the school and all the way back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well this is the end of my first post, hope you were bored, because that's how I felt on my first day of school^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321289361131695854-2101453012868147597?l=bbazw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/feeds/2101453012868147597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4321289361131695854&amp;postID=2101453012868147597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/2101453012868147597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321289361131695854/posts/default/2101453012868147597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbazw.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-journey-starts-with-first-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Bbazw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088103645206370850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pqkRjT9XIFY/SYTgsOHIweI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oU4wcPcttfI/S220/Image001-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
