<?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-32325751</id><updated>2011-12-20T01:40:11.850+08:00</updated><category term='my life ; in black and white w/o you'/><category term='trust a few'/><category term='clean record gone'/><category term='Receive.'/><category term='stop bullying ls ;D'/><category term='lovingyouinsilence'/><category term='I&apos;ll be there.'/><category term='Human Nature'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='the emotic'/><category term='rediscover grace under pressure'/><category term='Lightning'/><category term='miserable pessimists'/><category term='Holidays over soon'/><category term='I hate how much I love you.'/><category term='Believe'/><category term='Chances'/><category term='what good is love that you give to others'/><category term='I believe in Karma'/><category term='He who laughs last'/><category term='this silence is broken'/><category term='i love you 2D'/><category term='am i giving you the space you need ?'/><category term='the colors of my soul'/><category term='letmebeyourpillarofstrength'/><category term='you make me weak...'/><category term='hmmsss....'/><category term='lost my liberty'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='I so love the way...'/><category term='iwillmissyoutoo:D'/><category term='hand in hand...'/><category term='sleepovers'/><category term='You make my day worth living'/><category term='Love all'/><category term='Officially POP-ed'/><category term='Dain Bramaged. -LOL'/><category term='i watch my hopes fall everytime ):'/><category term='lets just be friends...'/><category term='eternal bliss'/><category term='you can make me go down on my knees'/><category term='iamnoone'/><category term='IwannaholdYOUtillthefearinmesubsides.'/><category term='He who laughs last probably didn&apos;t get the joke.'/><category term='AudreyNUH'/><category term='disgusting soup.'/><category term='ihatemyselfforlovingyou'/><category term='spooks'/><category term='If you asked me to'/><category term='That&apos;s okay baby &apos;cause in time you will find...'/><category term='UN-worthy sacrifices'/><category term='Ask'/><category term='howdareIloveYOU. ijustdo .'/><category term='Desire'/><category term='keep holding on'/><category term='CABIN launch'/><category term='my side of the story.'/><category term='hand in marriage'/><category term='ILY'/><category term='pollpollpoll ;D'/><category term='do you even care ?'/><category term='Irresistible'/><category term='colors of my soul ; karma'/><category term='christmas eve ;]'/><category term='my little brother'/><category term='How do I love thee? 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By Choice, we became...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>587</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4286626592327195052</id><published>2009-09-11T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:37:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so you know (of course you don't), I've left blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I am at Tumblr, and it has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4286626592327195052?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4286626592327195052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4286626592327195052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4286626592327195052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4286626592327195052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-so-you-know-of-course-you-dont-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8177651629564173534</id><published>2009-09-05T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:01:06.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Prelim is a Brain Damaging experience.&lt;br /&gt;Less than a month to Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Less that one and half month to O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any more to rejoice about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8177651629564173534?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8177651629564173534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8177651629564173534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8177651629564173534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8177651629564173534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-265735216455444086</id><published>2009-08-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:53:26.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of saying Blogger is still Bitchified. Well, that's still the case. Go Figure. Anyways, first 'O' level written paper in like what, less than 70 days and my prelims are in two weeks time. Yes, it'll be a good gauge. But then, do I have the substance for all my subjects, yet? I have to answer that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my laptop is screwed. I've called the paramedics and the bitch's undergoing surgery and will be back in 2-3 days. Using my sis' desktop now. Way to go. And hell yeah, I'm so gonna get a MacBookPRO come December. Call it incentive for my national exams - hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunked my POA paper today, at least I aced the first question. The second question, gone case. Test paper only 2 questions by the way. Ahh, I still haven't received POA Power sessions answer and performance reports. Bet Mrs Kang gets sick everytime she sees me around, hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future, I thought I got it all fixed in Accountancy. Well, in light of recent events, I got another choice and fresher perspectives. Stick to Accountancy and Banking? Or move to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-265735216455444086?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/265735216455444086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=265735216455444086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/265735216455444086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/265735216455444086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-tired-of-saying-blogger-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6530481827796133775</id><published>2009-08-17T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:40:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From abidingpassion dot tumblr dot com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own bloody life-damned problems, it is how you manage them that separates you from the others. Yes, finally we’ve talked. At least now I know their reasons and how they see it. I didn’t rebut much, cse what I feel and see is too complex to be felt by even my closest of friends, let alone the people who share the same damn red blood as me - my parents - living in the same household. They don’t even know my life, it’s just the outside skin of my that they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever occurred to anyone, that it hurts me so much when they aren’t around? Nevermind me being alone, I can take it. But to think that I have pleasure and heart-to-heart comfort with some other people? Wrong, totally. Yes, I have laughs and jokes with everyone. But it doesn't match up to our common fort. Has it ever occurred to anyone, that I take my best comfort in my Housemates and Brother? I do not call them my Esteemed and Dearest for no bloody reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I call My Housemates My Esteemed? Because they’re the best darn group of people I have ever met, you can call it heavenly sent with a touch of tolerance, patience, and those everyday laughters. I call it a God Damn Miracle because that’s what you don’t get. You don’t see people often sharing the same heart beat. That’s how it’s a God Damn Miracle. And because they’re my god damn second family. And no, we’re not the clique who does drugs and have sex in HDB stairwells. They’re the ones who stand by their Principles and are Strong. Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will. And no, yet again. I do not say these things for just the pure crap in saying them. I say them cse I feel it. Considering my background and my household culture - my parent child relations. Even my folks don’t get this effing treatment. And no, NO ONE ELSE, besides brother, receives treatment of this magnitude - regardless if its YiKiong and his group of friends, sec4 friends, my seating buddies, classmates, or peers (let’s not even talk about parents). Yes, I do something with some of them that I may not do with my mates, but the essence is no match for what Housemates&amp;I have experienced. No one else. And to think that I do more heartfelt to them because of what I do with them, noo. I do express my feelings and heartfelt love, yes I do, but sometimes the most profound love is the most difficult for me to express. In a very different and completely out-of-this-world mind-boggling way. I’m talking about the very basic foundation of our relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have here, looking at it from past and now, is one of the largest blessings I have received. I tell you, this is how I see it. And except Brother, Nothing, No one else, No other group of friends come close to this. And no, I’m not using superficial words. I love you guys, really……. No joke. Take this from me, stripped bare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6530481827796133775?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6530481827796133775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6530481827796133775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6530481827796133775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6530481827796133775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-has-their-own-bloody-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5503078978089381013</id><published>2009-08-10T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:28:05.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, blogger should go and die. Go, go now. It still isn't fixed! Is it just me or is it the whole community. &lt;&lt;&lt; Rhetorical question, no wonder the absence of '?'. Heck. To hell with blogger, yep. That right, kiss my expensive ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall be ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my homeland's 44th year in Independence. Joy! But I, frankly speaking, feel that this year's NDP celebration was the best. FYI, I'm a very harsh critic when it comes to such events. Gosh, I remember the Asian Youth Games, can make my stomach fall off my butt. Back to the topic, the performances this year for NDP, was awesome. Remixed songs and effects, were the icing on the cake. Ouh yes, not forgetting the 8.22 P.M. Pledge Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the citizens of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Pledge ourselves as one united people&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of race, language, or religion&lt;br /&gt;To build a democratic society&lt;br /&gt;Based on justice and equality&lt;br /&gt;So as to achieve happiness, prosperity, and progress&lt;br /&gt;for our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each line of the pledge was the basis of each performance in the celebration. Cheem much? Ahh yes, I totally forgot. Does anyone remember the video showing the kids? What do you wanna be when you grow up? Hahaha @ PSP Helper and Singapore President! Watch out Mr Nathan! He's got his eye on your seat! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a different note. Exams are looming in - very close. And everyone's keeping their time tracked. This is so awesomely scary in the most awkward way. Get me? Well, I guess you'll have to experience it. All the way to the 'O' levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, K. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5503078978089381013?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5503078978089381013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5503078978089381013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5503078978089381013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5503078978089381013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously-blogger-should-go-and-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8038153651057927632</id><published>2009-08-03T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:38:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8038153651057927632?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8038153651057927632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8038153651057927632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8038153651057927632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8038153651057927632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpabidingpassion.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8840461688914645095</id><published>2009-08-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:53:18.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogged, still bitched.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. I was playing a Steinway &amp; Son's Grand piano with someone. But I didn't catch the face/name of who I was playing with. And then, Mr Michael Chua and I went shopping. And instead of buying them, we stole them. Yep, stole. And then, Mrs Kang asked me to plan her marriage -.- (Of all dreams)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8840461688914645095?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8840461688914645095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8840461688914645095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8840461688914645095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8840461688914645095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogged-still-bitched.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7430210223970388535</id><published>2009-08-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:34:04.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strongly worded diatribe.</title><content type='html'>Stayed at home the whole day. If I'd known it would be somehow boring, I would have gone for the Drama presentation that the L&amp;C kids are putting up along with Ms Nithiya. Hmm, quite near also - GekPoh CC. Wanna see certain people act especially. Lol! And sheesh, Mr Seah Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at least I did my POA Power homework. I gotta good feeling about this paper. Okay, whenever I say I've got a good feeling after doing a test paper. It's gonna turn out to be either of the extremes - extremely good, OR extremely bad. Yep, results have shown in the last, what? 4 years of secondary school life? Yep, proven. My vibes, hard to say, are extreme. Joyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like me to like motivating myself alot and getting my drive from there. Well, I think I can call it a higher degree of independence. But I guess it's also the insufficient support from.. ahh heck. Lord, who will leave but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing for Chemistry Power. Brushing up on my concepts, at least I know what advanced lingo Ms Sim might use. Over exaggerated you think? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all this to end. But seriously, come to think of it, I kinda enjoy it. Nothing like it, to be frank. Quite an experience. Hmm, and well, it's a good period - to test your resistance to tempations. &lt;br /&gt;To test your tolerance to adversity. &lt;br /&gt;To test your patience on friends and close ones alike. &lt;br /&gt;To test your willpower, determination, and faith. &lt;br /&gt;A test. And it's just the first degree. There's much tougher out there, and consider this a, welcome gift... - from the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7430210223970388535?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7430210223970388535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7430210223970388535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7430210223970388535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7430210223970388535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/strongly-worded-diatribe.html' title='Strongly worded diatribe.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4262534708920418335</id><published>2009-08-01T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:50:37.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm gonna let you guys read my tumblr blog. Have been keeping it someeehow private for some time. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://abidingpassion.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4262534708920418335?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4262534708920418335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4262534708920418335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4262534708920418335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4262534708920418335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-im-gonna-let-you-guys-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7797685420539841197</id><published>2009-07-31T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:32:35.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F.you blogger. Yes, you're cursed at EVERYTIME I come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was off the hook. Not really, but yeah. It was generally all good uh(: You know, just when I thought POWER POA was intense enough. I'm in POWER Chemistry as well. High expectations, I must not disappoint those who expect from me. Ultimately, not disappoint myself. I don't want to be the one crying when I get my results slip when the day comes. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay back at school till 5.15 for SS workshop, then went home and then straight to Piano lessons. Intervals, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; THE EYES SEE ONLY WHAT THE MIND IS PREPARED TO COMPREHEND&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7797685420539841197?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7797685420539841197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7797685420539841197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7797685420539841197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7797685420539841197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/f.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-321022696567249335</id><published>2009-07-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:23:06.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88 Days</title><content type='html'>Why does fuckin' blogger like to bastardize me. Feel like I'm the only one getting it, of all people. Feel. At least tumblr dashboard already recovered and working. But even then, recover also what's the use right? Hah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school today, nothing much happened. Routine. But it was rather quiet. Audrey, Chip, and Hidayat didn't come, all for their awk reasons. But yeah. But the class did get together during History lessons - they discussed for a future 'event', If I may say so. Pish posh, it's all at the back of our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the back of our heads. I wasn't fully mentally alert during POA test today. Rather a little let down after the wake up call (threat). But I did my best. I can do better. Just a silly careless mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been studying for POA these few nights till the lids of my eyes keep wanting to shut every lesson in school. Not the typical you know? And ironically, I'm just only banging my foundations yet. The practical approach not yet to be touched. But it will come. Michelle gave me a copy of a POA paper from Milenia Institute, shall try it out. So.... the eyes shutting in class thing - Must do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, Piano. Touched the piano this morning during free period. But didn't play. Haha, guess why huh. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“People are never more insecure than when they become obsessed with their fears at the expense of their dreams.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-321022696567249335?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/321022696567249335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=321022696567249335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/321022696567249335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/321022696567249335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/88-days.html' title='88 Days'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6469834347059452876</id><published>2009-07-29T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:36:48.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Whatever luh. Faint memory. I burnt my tongue on you? I think I've lost all sense? Or decency. I'll do every dish ever made. I'll change as much as I can without changing who I am. Just promise me .....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6469834347059452876?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6469834347059452876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6469834347059452876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6469834347059452876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6469834347059452876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatever-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5543570145447626700</id><published>2009-07-27T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:21:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE LIFE OF ME</title><content type='html'>Had discipline check this morning. And of course, for the life in me, I just can't understand why teachers can't seem to understand my hair at the back of my head situation. Haha, did I phrase that in a politically correct way? Heck, who gives a damn now. Yeah, back to it, I got a reminder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm getting more interested in lessons. Sometimes I think, is it because I am distracted by the seating buddies in the first half of the year? Nevertheless, we're &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; separated in seating arrangements now. So, I guess more attention channelled to lessons and the person teaching eh? Yep, I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA's torturous three periods somehow seemed like two periods to me, actually. Well, I guess it's just for today :\ And then after that we were stabbed again with Math revision test on Trigonometry and Mensuration. Rejoice for the living dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, stayed back for a while after school. Nat and fie were doing POA. I was just walking around, then I bumped into Ken. Talked him into staying back with me. Then we decided to go look for Mrs Kang. Yep, of all possible choices. We chose to find her then. Nice ain't it? Hey, focus. A1A1A1. You know her answer scheme for the POWER programme? It includes a PERFORMANCE REPORT of each of the 10 students. Mygoodness Mrs Kang. Nevermind. &lt;b&gt;I SHALL FIND THE LIFE IN ME TO TAKE YOUR LIBERTY IN VERY GOOD FAITH&lt;/b&gt; :D But yes, I honestly find it to be a driving factor. Touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went outside staff room. Nat, fie, and myself. Mr Michael Chua came and he sat with us for like 1-2 hours? Bitched about lots of people and stuff. Haha, we now know more stuff. Including Mr Chua's.... Haha! It was fun, a pressure relief. Laughed till my jaws ached! Yeah, then he sent Nat, Dale, and myself back home (and himself too of course). He called for Mercedes taxi. Glam hot much. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, and went to the barber. Have you ever wondered worriedly, about your hair? I just find myself in a VERY uncomfortable position when my hairdresser watches TV and does her job at the same time. Yes, her eyes fixated at the TV. Catastrophic success, I call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my best wishes to the new administration of WWS Student Councillors. Hmm, do your job well. We'll be watching, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's birthday tmr. Kinda forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, not short post right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yah! How was the interview?! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5543570145447626700?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5543570145447626700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5543570145447626700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5543570145447626700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5543570145447626700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-discipline-check-this-morning.html' title='IN THE LIFE OF ME'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3463340999645790160</id><published>2009-07-26T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:30:09.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I Can Deliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3463340999645790160?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3463340999645790160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3463340999645790160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3463340999645790160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3463340999645790160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-can-deliver.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7694572024277218486</id><published>2009-07-25T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:08:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, Blogger - is just a spoiler and FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;If this just continues, I can bet that people are SOOO gonna switch to another blogging platform. Well, I alr have like 3 blogs at the moment - this, 1 tumblr, and 1 pvt tumblr. Byebye blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.01am. What would be a good time to plan my day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do some math tys questions (unconvincing)&lt;br /&gt;2) Read and understand two chemistry chapters&lt;br /&gt;3) Do the same thing for physics&lt;br /&gt;4) Complete at least half of Madam Suharty's Healthcare checklist&lt;br /&gt;5) Dig more POA theory questions&lt;br /&gt;6) Prepare for Math test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yes.&lt;br /&gt;43 Days to prelim,&lt;br /&gt;92 Days to 'O' levels.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome maxima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7694572024277218486?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7694572024277218486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7694572024277218486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7694572024277218486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7694572024277218486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-blogger-is-just-spoiler-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2972786922790843976</id><published>2009-07-24T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:29:28.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm glad some stuff has been settled. Meant alot. Won't go into detail over here. Anyhowwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, life at blogger fucked up, still. Thank you, very much. School went by rather quickly today. Being more interested in Math lessons now. Maybe it's not that apparent, but yes, I am(: But wait, I shouldn't be saying I'm gaining interest in it. But rather going intensive revision right? Nevermind, great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA Power programme. Another suicide. But yeah, I've got the weekend to recharge. But I still need to carry on. Yap brothers and myself, stay back a 'lil while with Queen Kang to clarify some stuff. Then as we walked out, she decided to lecture us cse she had feedback that we were underperforming. And yes, you know what comes after this. Her lecture, which lasted what seemed like 1+ hour. Idk this part of me, kinda like and dislike her lectures. But they are true and pin-point. I too admit, I needed this, a slap in the face. No wait, a double slap. Plus, she said not to disappoint her. Now that my friends, is a threat - from her. Hmm, nevertheless, I must start. Action. Go. Run. Move. Revise. Brain load. I mustn't fail for it is in the moments in our actions and decisions now, that greatly affect our future. Two Months. It's all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts now. This minute.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Chester, 94 days. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2972786922790843976?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2972786922790843976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2972786922790843976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2972786922790843976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2972786922790843976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-im-glad-some-stuff-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5775727360541166000</id><published>2009-07-22T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:37:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a prelude to happiness?</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Racial Harmony Day! It totally slipped my mind yesterday. Then I remembered Ms Lee being Mrs Snape, lol. Shall post the pictures very soon I hope, blogger fucked up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 Days that is. 96 days to the first written paper. I should stop doing this almost everyday, should I? It's kinda freaking some people out already, haha! Nevertheless, it shall remain. It's a fact that we cannot change. Though they say change is inevitable, it clearly doesn't apply here. It just keeps drawing nearer and nearer day by day. No wait, correction. Minute by minute. Yep, in respect with revision. Speaking of which, I'm drilling for understanding and theory POA. Making my own test papers from this Polytechnic textbook. Freaky me, thank you. And I'm banging for my mathematics now and getting my forte in sciences back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's history test on TOV tmr, tsk. Shall go prep later. &lt;br /&gt;Total memory overload if I start now. Apparently I work better under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, life. Is fucked up now. Not referring all to studies. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;The days keep increasing - not practicing piano. Only just a mere song play, saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very own - Prelude in C Minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's what you don't get. To find two people who have the same heart isn't a coincidence. It's a God damn miracle. And it happens every day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5775727360541166000?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5775727360541166000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5775727360541166000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5775727360541166000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5775727360541166000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-racial-harmony-day-it.html' title='Is this a prelude to happiness?'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1596379172108205701</id><published>2009-07-21T18:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:18:03.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice one, blogger ain't working again. Leave it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAQ was cool. My team and I got into one of the top 30 positions. Don't know the exact position though. Heck, nevermind. It was a very good experience. And also good job to my junior sec4EXP. You guys did equally well. Sec3s, it'll be your turn next year. You've watched, now prepare yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing to myself when Mr Chua told some others and myself. When we were at the convention centre, he met his friend who is also a teacher at St. Andrews Secondary. And his friend told him that he used Mrs Kang's POA papers to scare his students, and his students totally couldn't compose themselves when they received it. Now, how lucky are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was something to be happy about in light of what's happening in here... Haha. I got too much to say, that I don't know where to start. Or rather, I have too much that I can't be bothered with some already. Fine, let nature resume it's course. I'm the interference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off by my dad few days back. I was napping in the afternoon, and just so happens when I woke up, he returned from work. I bathed in my bathroom, and him in his. Then when we finished, he did his routine. I wanted to practice piano, having not been practicing for 2-3 days (&lt;i&gt;what seemed like ages&lt;/i&gt;). And when I started, he snapped. I am playing music damn it. I just closed my piano and slammed in my room. No, I didn't cry, I'm immune to such treatment alr, it's becoming somehow second nature. And you're my father, and for you to manifest your inappreciativeness and stress from work on my music productions, is a great job well done on your part. Thanks for the encouragement. Everyone is stressed and needs a time to relax, and yes, if you don't know, your son here, ME, I manifest it all in my music most of the time. Thank you very much. I appreciate you paying my fees and all, but what's the point if I don't get to play and practice with passion? Plus my mother also one kind. Once dad snaps, she's prompt to enlarge the flame. I wonder, if they realize how 'supportive' they're being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it's because of me accustomed to such treatment since my  early youth that I have become this independent,   with introvert+extrovert persona. Thank you lord for what good is coming and may come from this. Full trust, upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1596379172108205701?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1596379172108205701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1596379172108205701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1596379172108205701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1596379172108205701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-one-blogger-aint-working-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1842151414357261050</id><published>2009-07-20T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:39:00.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>98 Days - our first 'O' level written paper, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, another fresh new week. Comes and is about to go very soon. Typical oh-so-intense lessons. And we talked about stress and management for the Monday Contact time. Yes, I come clean. I am under stress. In fact, I have most of the symptoms that were listed on the slides. Go figure. Natasya and myself exchanged a few looks when it came to the 'communicating to relieve stress; part. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was awesome today. The seating buds REunited. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;And yep, this glorified moment comes with a terrible sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Who else (JingHui), would be showing her joy upon reunification? Cheeem much for you JH? Hahahaha! Had a blast of laughter that has been kept for some time since term began. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and plus. National Accounting Quiz tmr. Gawd, this is really a roller coaster. Thriller! Haha, but win-lose. It'll be a good experience that'll tag with us. Enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had migraine today, thank you God. Nothing happens without your permission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1842151414357261050?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1842151414357261050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1842151414357261050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1842151414357261050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1842151414357261050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/98-days-our-first-o-level-written-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-165290829588450900</id><published>2009-07-20T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:16:36.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thats is exactly why I don't speak to my parents. Only when needed.&lt;br /&gt;The Husband and Wife, great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-165290829588450900?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/165290829588450900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=165290829588450900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/165290829588450900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/165290829588450900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-is-exactly-why-i-dont-speak-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6834923654892802490</id><published>2009-07-19T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:17:40.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3556624124_7f47a33296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3556624124_7f47a33296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3556624124_7f47a33296.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; These are all the tears you’ve ever shed. The ones that taught you who you are. That made you grow up. That let you know that what you felt, mattered. And they are all here for a reason. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&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/32325751-6834923654892802490?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6834923654892802490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6834923654892802490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6834923654892802490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6834923654892802490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-all-tears-youve-ever-shed.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3556624124_7f47a33296_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5541864933636298559</id><published>2009-07-18T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:40:59.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Saturday</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I received a post mail from Ngee Ann Poly today, giving details on their courses and also an invitation to '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Red Camp&lt;/span&gt;' for 'O' level graduates... Haha, wow... But I'm still hoping and waiting for my call for interview for DPA. Ahh, exciting! Haha, but I also need to focus on passing my subjects. It's all moving very very fast, do you realize? And, time check. It's technically one hundred (&lt;i&gt;100, yes&lt;/i&gt;) days to my first written O level paper! Wowgheez right?! It's like being on the fastest roller coaster with scary ghosts to scare you (&lt;i&gt;only without the seatbelts!&lt;/i&gt;). So I'd better hold on tight! Friends, you should too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conducting. &lt;i&gt;Ahh&lt;/i&gt;, what an avenue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family's watching a Michael Jackson video song DVD compilation we bought from Oz. Yes. I know what you might be thinking. MJ fanatics. My mom is closely following the results of the custody fight for MJ's children and also his will. Sheesh! Mom, you're not gonna get his children nor any part of his wealth. So beat it! (&lt;i&gt;Go figure with the 'beat it' -.-&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I fancy the zombies dancing in the thriller video. They dancing with MJ. It's so cool, no words to explain. Perfect synchronization might be one of the reasons I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANDAND! My cousin got through to the stage auditions for S'pore idol. And she's top 24! Haha! What gladness. Hahah, Go Tabitha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5541864933636298559?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5541864933636298559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5541864933636298559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5541864933636298559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5541864933636298559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/typical-saturday.html' title='Typical Saturday'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8616886966942957043</id><published>2009-07-17T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:57:42.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A test from strength to strength.</title><content type='html'>What's so hard you might ask. &lt;div&gt;The ones you hold close to your heart, are also the ones that hurt you the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, your greatest joy and your greatest sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps some of you might relate to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School wasn't that bad today. Short day, I love Fridays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh wait, correction. I don't love Fridays anymore. I like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Principles of Will, Energy, and Resilience (POWER) programme start alr. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, what a motivating (I'm being politically correct here) start, sickeningUltra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna tackle my math this weekend. And then concurrently with my Physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm motivated enough to get going. I want to go through and not get stuck in the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you. This is not what I asked for - all the stress and pressure. Gah, typical Chester. From all directions, not just studies. It's coming, at full speed. Worst still, when I'm in my revision phase. What a compliment to the efforts, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside, I am alr bursting. Who can understand, when I thought you could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I expect too much from you. I expect too much of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then God told me this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have faith in me, and I perform miracles. And when I don't perform them, it is because I have faith in your abilities"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8616886966942957043?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8616886966942957043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8616886966942957043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8616886966942957043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8616886966942957043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-so-hard-you-might-ask.html' title='A test from strength to strength.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5979362512488201644</id><published>2009-07-16T16:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:17:43.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Near</title><content type='html'>Reality + Time check. The GCE 'O' level papers are jusssttt about 100 days from today. I don't know if I'm supposed to seek comfort in the fact, or be more pressurized. Why of course, the pressure is already mounting. The thing is, despite the pressure, there's no action. A simple recipe for catastrophic success, don't you think?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck. School was a blast, no need to say already. It's almost everyday we get humor blasts from at least one person and teacher. Well, that's one of the reasons school's something to loom forward to! Ended lessons at, what, 3.30pm? Around there uh, and dragged our feet back home. Yes, drag. Oh the noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half blood prince released today(: Nah, didn't catch it today. Maybe catching it with YiKiong first then go again with Housemates in the upcoming birthday celeb. It's gonna be fun both. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And quite surprisingly, my interest in Sciences, and Math is rekindled. And for Humans, it keeps growing, Well, what to expect from this? Hmm... Inevitably, Bittersweet. Plus, tmr onwards Ken, YiKiong, Wenbin, Dennis, Myself, and some others will be staying back every Friday for intensive POA. Mind boggling yet exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, I'm losing my social life bit by bit. But I hope it will be worth the cause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Sacrifices and Limitations now kick in. I dislike this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being limited to a certain behavior in certain situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life doesn’t hurt until you think about how much has changed, the people you’ve lost along the way and how much of it was your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5979362512488201644?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5979362512488201644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5979362512488201644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5979362512488201644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5979362512488201644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/drawing-near.html' title='Drawing Near'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6175082334881875413</id><published>2009-07-15T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:56:41.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never prayed so hard to God before, recalling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, people have noticed I am being more buttoned-up. I have also come to realize that. But I don't want it to happen. Not for the worst. Stress and Pressure are my worst enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, My worst enemy is my best friend, for she will make me stronger. Housemates, Brother, Classmates, Friends, I'm sorry if I have affected you for I have no intention to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a break from this. I want to be with my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esteemed Housemates. My Endeared Brother. My Sis-In-Christ. My Seating buds. My Perfectly Matched Classmates. My Music. My Life in conscious. My commander-in-chief of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6175082334881875413?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6175082334881875413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6175082334881875413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6175082334881875413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6175082334881875413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-never-prayed-so-hard-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5534384671818159020</id><published>2009-07-14T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:09:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Passion is what you would do if you were not paid to do it...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;School was awesome today, just that I felt pissed at times due to some people. But nevermind uh, it was good. It happened for a reason.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays. I tell 'ya, they're now terminologically called INTENSIVE LANGUAGE AND HUMANITIES study day. 2 hours English, 3 hours Humanities (minimally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nonetheless, with the class around, what else could be the icing on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, ate lunch at cafeteria and then we went back to class. Extra lessons was cancelled for today, so some of us slacked in class in the privileged comfort of air-conditioners. Yes. Take that. One by one, they left the class after their slack time. Then in the end it was just Natasya, Hamran and Myself. Hamran went somewhere. Then Natasya and I had a very very fruitful talk. She represented my dear housemates and told me how they felt about me behavior in recent times. I feel bad yet superbly blessed. Also talked about friendship problems etc. Very Fruitful talk, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, then left for TL after that. Ended my day at 630pm. Yep, Tuesdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5534384671818159020?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5534384671818159020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5534384671818159020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5534384671818159020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5534384671818159020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/passion-is-what-you-would-do-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5878148488397567992</id><published>2009-07-13T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:10:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tsk, how 'shack-able' can my life get. I went in to the DPA portal to edit my application with a better beefed up version, and I got to know that they closed the portal already. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, all I can do now is place my fullest trust in God and just keep hope and faith. Now, how much this means. Chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright, anyways. Laugh non-stop. Haha, gawwd. Now there's one reason, hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For hope is but the dream of those that wake.&lt;br /&gt;For we shall see the endless hope, not the hopeless end.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5878148488397567992?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5878148488397567992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5878148488397567992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5878148488397567992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5878148488397567992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/tsk-how-shack-able-can-my-life-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4574939438015192380</id><published>2009-07-13T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:25:34.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chester. You must tolerate that which you cannot change. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4574939438015192380?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4574939438015192380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4574939438015192380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4574939438015192380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4574939438015192380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/chester.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7453915682649563510</id><published>2009-07-11T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:47:11.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Ya know what? I've applied for the courses I want at Ngee Ann Poly via DPA!&lt;div&gt;It's exciting isn't it, but somehow scary. Hope I'll go through, and all I have to do is focus on least, passing my O levels. I'm already beefing up my portfolio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk, talk about carefree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7453915682649563510?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7453915682649563510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7453915682649563510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7453915682649563510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7453915682649563510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ya-know-what-ive-applied-for-courses-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8523648192085561872</id><published>2009-07-11T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:28:53.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my yielding to temptation;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my pride, my love of worldly things.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for any wrongdoings unto my Housemates, and friends;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my shadowy expectations I have of my BrotherRf;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me of my anticipation from my close ones.&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on my love of sensual pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Compassion on the sins that self love brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be hard to understand me sometimes; So very different is your heart and mind. But wait, I just remembered that you do know what it’s like to be a part of humankind. You suffered just like I have, and you were tempted. You lived with us so you could comprehend the things that we go through each trying day, So you could give us mercy, and be our friend. Thank you for compassion and forgiveness; Thank you for your love and empathy. Thank you, Lord, for coming down from heaven to experience life’s trials, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8523648192085561872?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8523648192085561872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8523648192085561872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8523648192085561872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8523648192085561872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-lord-forgive-my-yielding-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8758799113349814622</id><published>2009-07-09T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:16:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collateral Damage</title><content type='html'>And you know what? When I woke up from night's sleep, &lt;s&gt;I fainted thanks to my low blood pressure&lt;/s&gt; -.- Please Jesus, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day at school, passed. I'm just sick of assembling in class in the morning already. I miss assemble-ing in the sacred parade square and parqueted school hall. Cse I'm always the first one to reach school in the 4th level! Pathetic and Eerie, but kinda nice - very dark and quiet(: Yeah, I'm crazy right... Anyways, I slept while waiting for the class, not that bad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons began with three period of math, dubiously enticing to me. I'm astonished that I still have free periods! Haha, wow. But I doubt it'll last long. Perhaps till the 'O' level oral examinations pass on. None.e.less, all the best to those having oral examinations! It's just this one more and no more Mother tongue! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least, for you guys...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, remember my previous post? It's me, I'm showing the signs of s t r e s s... Gheez... It's due real time that I will be gone socially/mentally already. Not that I have a choice. And I pray that my friends and brother, and of course, God be my fortress. Yes, I will strike a balance. No fret, but I need my nose in those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-much-knowledge-to-be-shared&lt;/span&gt; books. And I can affirm that my parents won't nag at me. Esp my mom, for the love of Christ. You know she nags too much (over) to the extent that she nags at me while she's sleeping?! Metaphorically! Yes! Over-compulsive freak show I tell 'ya - oh mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. Honestly, a real slap on my own face please thank you. I really undoubtly need to buck on my math, chemistry, physics. Yes, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt;'. And friends, if you still don't know, I'm only taking 5 subjects unlike you guys taking 6. I can't enter JC, sucked up. Whatever it is, I can't afford to lose my forte in these areas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, No. You have the resources, Chester. Use them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the release of the half blood prince! Think I'm gonna watch twice (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or prolly more&lt;/span&gt;), haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8758799113349814622?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8758799113349814622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8758799113349814622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8758799113349814622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8758799113349814622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-at-school-passed.html' title='Collateral Damage'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7064060716069332832</id><published>2009-07-09T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:29:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyya! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, had school today. Laughed alot as usual thanks to all my classmates. Seating arrangement changed, tsk. Well, if it's for the better. I'm right smack in the middle of the class. Seating buds are separated, aww. Nevermind, we have '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;megaphones&lt;/span&gt;' ;D Bittersweet. And yeah, teachers are coming in and out of our class, all having a common thing to say - submission of Holiday assigments and HBL assignments. And why of course, you would expect the class to respond as such. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna miss school when I'm gone, hell loads... Hmm, wonder what will it be like when we leave. Students will have dyed hair plus tucked out shirts. And I agree with what some teachers say about graduates of Wwss. When Wwss grads see current Wwss students in such 'different' conditions, they won't be happy. Not very happy I tell 'ya, and I'm feeling it too alr. Gone are the days of Ms Kok, Mr Eric Koh, Ms Laura Lau dynasty. Miss it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yeah, I notice I'm having manifestations of stress here and there. Just when I needed the pressure, it had to result in this form. Great... Plus, I believe it's just the beginning. But thanks Natasya for asking(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Ahem, reverse psychology?&lt;br /&gt;Leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, am I worthy? Of all this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7064060716069332832?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7064060716069332832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7064060716069332832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7064060716069332832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7064060716069332832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyya-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5845565003428397155</id><published>2009-07-06T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:39:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to the release of the half blood prince! 16 July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the Quarantine/HBL period shall come to an end. School's reopening tmr, I hope all would be good (best). I'm excited(: Has been ages since I've done school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to expect? More homework. More extra lessons. More questions. More essays. More balance c/d and b/d. More +, -, and =. More of everything. Remember when I said that the final year students will be close to being 'lifeless' in school and all? Yep, this is the time. And, for the love of our future, it's already kicking in. I can feel the piled works waiting to be shoved at us. Thanks, but no, I'm not whining. Giving myself a reality check, among other issues ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I keep receiving adverts for the DPA happening soon. Surprising enough, I find myself intrigued by it. Yes, I may go for it. But then there's also JPSAE where I am confident I can ace, hmm. Go for DPA now, or wait till I get my results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave that for now, I can't get myself to be in the 'mode &amp;amp; zone', and I have the cheek to talk about confidence. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term, is gonna be hell of a load. From everywhere - studies, passion, and hard to say, friends. Inevitable. I do so much, sometimes I feel I'm the only one doing it. Too much of a sweetener? Then I think If not me, then who, it'll become stagnant. Is this when you let nature take it's course? Heck. Complex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5845565003428397155?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5845565003428397155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5845565003428397155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5845565003428397155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5845565003428397155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-looking-forward-to-release-of-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7472941161374578876</id><published>2009-07-04T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:14:39.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey people, short one. Shall come back edit more later. Did you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Ough"                            can be pronounced in eight different ways. The following sentence                            contains them all:&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt;-coated,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dough&lt;/span&gt;-faced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ploughman&lt;/span&gt;                            strode &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the streets of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scarborough&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coughing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiccoughing&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thoughtfully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{additions/}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right. School will be opening on Tuesday. How exciting ain't it. But then supposedly Tamil lessons resume on the same day for me. So yeah, go figure Chester. I have lots on my mind now - No, not homework. Just don't know how to let it out, worst still, feel like letting it out. Hmm, only music. I catch myself smiling for no reasons at times, crying, and humming. I don't think I'm the Chester some of you know alr, hmm. Piano and Conducting. They're my friends when nobody comes, haah. Some of you must be thinking, this guy is such a freak of music. Well, perhaps to you, I am. But I personally feel I ain't doing enough. Don't feel on par. I have a burning passion for it. Perhaps only some of those in my inner circle know how much of a mania slash paranoia I will turn into. But no, I'm putting me competing days behind. Nice enough to see that my passion is still accompanying me. Thank you God for being my stronghold. And hey, wait, then I remember Keryn asking herself sometime ago - prompting me to ask myself too - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever we are doing, are we doing out of our (burning) Passion, or for Competition/Glory&lt;/span&gt;? My days of competing are long gone. I don't see the pivotal point applied to me. I mean, yes, healthy competition with your fellow musicians/sport-ians will help you grow, I acknowledge that. But then, underneath that competition, is there bit passion? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{added/}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7472941161374578876?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7472941161374578876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7472941161374578876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7472941161374578876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7472941161374578876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-people-short-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-495494333682174527</id><published>2009-07-03T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:52:04.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, I'm so dead bored. And no, I have not completed my assignments. Thank you very much. Now, shall just post some "ways to annoy people", out of boredom. Not many people are online and blogs aren't updated. Heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a laugh, or do it real. Hmm, I might just do some. Exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ask people what gender they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before exiting the elevator, push all the buttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Call every girl you know "dude". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Call everyone a communist, and then give them then alienation look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Call the operator. When asked, "Can I help you?" reply, "No thanks, just browsing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clear your throat every three or four words while speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Continuously mumble during a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dance fast to slow music and vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dress like a "High-class rich person" and wash windows at random street corners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Face the back when standing in an elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."                    *coughs* audrey! *coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go up to a someone and say, "Are you annoyed by irrelevant questions?" And then walk away very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grin so wide it hurts your cheeks at every salesperson in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Name your dog "Dog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Press the "power" button on on someone's computer or keyboard when they're almost finished typing up a long essay, story etc. Apologize sincerely, claiming that you thought it was the focus adjustment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Race the old woman for the last bus seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read over other people's shoulders on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sing along at the opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slap people and tell them to stop grabbing your ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stand on a busy corner. Gasp, look and point up. See how many people look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walk up to random people and ask them, very seriously, "Do you know the muffin man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, will be back for more(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-495494333682174527?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/495494333682174527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=495494333682174527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/495494333682174527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/495494333682174527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-im-so-dead-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5304543040143959497</id><published>2009-07-02T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:13:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home-life is being a total BadAssBitch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brain got damaged when I looked at the SS homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juice vaporized when I took on History assignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stared at the history SBQ question for one hour and came up with only one line of answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that one hour I finally started to drive the answers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But wait, I'm still haven't answered the SEQ section a.k.a killer at this moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's still online assignmentS to complete : 2 Math, 1 Chemistry, 1 POA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ouh wait, correction. Its online assignmentS PLUS untouched HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS, get that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Youtube won't load videos for me to watch, to hell with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My laptop's tablet function is acting weird, to the ground with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My butt has become that of stone from sitting in the chair for ages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fingers need to be band-aided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I wanted to have a break from the work and go play Piano, but my mom turned on the teevee. I had to come back and sit here doing work and wait while she watch teevee. FML&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5304543040143959497?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5304543040143959497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5304543040143959497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5304543040143959497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5304543040143959497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-life-is-being-total-badassbitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-834711071742179373</id><published>2009-06-30T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:43:45.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, things aren't going very well.&lt;br /&gt;Online homework is being a bitch. Not that I despise the use of technology, but come on, it could be better right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything was okay, I had runny nose just now -.- It was like someone's peeing through my nose. Sheesh, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 5 works to complete on my e-noticeboard. Don't feel the drive to complete them as of now. Plus, don't forget, I still haven't completed my holiday assignments. So now on top of the online works, overdue holiday assignments. A dubiously job well done I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only Tuesday, for the love of god. I want to go out, but this Quarantine thing, another bitch. Well, everything happens for a reason. It'll be time we found out about them, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the confirmation of positive cases in WWSS. People, the news has yet to be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go play Badminton. Housemates? YiKiong? I feel like running. Keryn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sports, I wanna talk (despise) the AYG. Mygoodness, for Christ's sake, Singapore is hosting it. With all the boasting that Singapore is so good, I don't see the standards there. Look at the hosts/emcees, are they noobs or just discharged from the mental institution. And the mascot? Gosh, it could be better. Plus, the performances? I mean, I know, It's alot of hard work! But, look at it! There's no passion. Obviously the organizers don't see this in a different perspective. Come to think of it, if this is the performance given lest for the Asian Youth Games hosted by oh-my-homeland-Singapore, I wonder how will it be for the Youth Olympic Games. For name's sake, I rather go on a holiday and not be in Singapore when it happens. Heck, it still sticks with me, won't it. Embarrassment despite reports. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s: National Accounting Quiz has been postponed to 21 July. Please take note, those involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-834711071742179373?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/834711071742179373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=834711071742179373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/834711071742179373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/834711071742179373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-things-arent-going-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8266134796674951346</id><published>2009-06-28T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:16:06.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just when I thought we could go back to school and experience the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS 5ANNOYING CUPIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear 5A, first it was just who were under LOA. Now it's the whole school -.- Nevertheless, home based learning will commence. Please do refer to the school's website for the timetable. And also, LOA is to be adhered. School resumes on 7 July, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more time to complete my homework now but I still I miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8266134796674951346?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8266134796674951346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8266134796674951346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8266134796674951346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8266134796674951346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-bless-5annoying-cupids-dear-5a.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4879590309169645659</id><published>2009-06-26T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:00:32.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SkTF6vVpGzI/AAAAAAAABaU/F7iYF0WMxWU/s1600-h/DSC05697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SkTF6vVpGzI/AAAAAAAABaU/F7iYF0WMxWU/s200/DSC05697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351619870153317170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for PianoFestival at Victoria Concert Hall last night with Rongfan. Great night out(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I haven't even started on my assignments. Not sure where to start even. Seriously good job, Chester. I still have to visit the hair salon before holiday ends and school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Michael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4879590309169645659?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4879590309169645659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4879590309169645659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4879590309169645659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4879590309169645659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-for-pianofestival-at-victoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SkTF6vVpGzI/AAAAAAAABaU/F7iYF0WMxWU/s72-c/DSC05697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8551006785971002931</id><published>2009-06-24T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:55:51.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReUnite, after what? Mere weeks -.-</title><content type='html'>I'm going to school tmr for lessons! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;Can see Housemates back! Classmates full strength (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, right&lt;/span&gt;...)!&lt;br /&gt;SeatingBuddies Reunite! Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's a course tmr, I doubt undivided attention will be given to the lecturer. How mean yet cool. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a concert with brother tmr though, in the city. It will be awesome. Haha! And in the midst of all, my holiday homeworks, still piled. Chester! Goodjob! (-.-!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need the drive to do my homeworks. Wow, If I can't even do my homeworks, leave the talk for preparations for the examinations. Sheesh! For the love of god. Okay, stop exerting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8551006785971002931?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8551006785971002931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8551006785971002931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8551006785971002931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8551006785971002931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/reunite-after-what-mere-weeks.html' title='ReUnite, after what? Mere weeks -.-'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6207619483851312399</id><published>2009-06-22T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:00:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Throat infection&lt;br /&gt;2. Stiffened fingers&lt;br /&gt;3. NAQ keeps drawing nearer each day&lt;br /&gt;4. Ms Lee texted me asking to present speech when school reopens&lt;br /&gt;5. Only one holiday homework down, and a few 10+ full POA papers,&lt;br /&gt;    and some math problems to go&lt;br /&gt;6. Deadlines are tight, Money tight&lt;br /&gt;7. Insomnia fever&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting hungry these few days. VERY hungry&lt;br /&gt;9. Good vibe that more things are coming to torment.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I ask for(: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Dubious tone much&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my criterion essay, finally. Pretty convoluted don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Again, I did exposition type. Haha, narratives are just not for me. I wanna be in the fun house. I wanna go back to school but I don't wanna go back to school. I miss my friends and class and teachers, and school and friends, but I don't wanna go back to Tamil lessons! Spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be politics conscious again, but then, again, heated updates on the NK vs WORLD. Nuclear brinksmanship to the max people. Go read Yahoo news, or CNA. Type in North Korea. It's so scary darn. And to add to that, the H1N1 thing. The figures are skyrocketing in Singapore! OhMyGawwd. Hot question with students now is, will Holidays be extended. Mixed opinions on this. I've heard both sides, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning coughs, tsk Sickening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6207619483851312399?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6207619483851312399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6207619483851312399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6207619483851312399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6207619483851312399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7238132963056054345</id><published>2009-06-20T22:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:43:21.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>Not so long ago, the news showed something about Lady Gaga who started playing the piano at like the age of 4. Guess what, my parents spoke. Then we started talking about how I would be now If I had continued my piano lessons . Fyi, I quit before I was around Primary 2? I took up Piano very early, freakishly early. Talking about freaky, it was why I quit my Piano lessons. My grade 2 teacher when I was in kindergarten, he was so weird with his hair (afro) and all. I was that afraid. Come on, I was kiddy that time. Pathetic. Now looking back, it's kinda bittersweet. Don't you think so too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret leaving my early music studies as I would be having a qualification higher than ABRSMDip. Oh those wasted years! But I also thank god for what happened. You know nothing happens without his permission right? Haha, I thank him, if not for me leaving, I wouldn't have met the musically inclined people now. People like Zhuang Chen, or Lee Yuen, and Joycelyn. Not forgetting my Brotherr as well. Haha. If I had got higher than Dip, I might be arrogant towards others and stuff. But still! Awww. Come to think of all the paths available to me. I would quit school now and alr be in NAFA or something. Well, what's done is done. Now the decisions and actions in the present moment affect your future. Hellya I'm working towards what I would have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the future. If my kids ever have passion for the arts or sports per say, I would be with them supporting. All the way. I wouldn't want what happened to me to also happen to them. They have a passion for it, then so be it. I shall be their stronghold. Their deterrence from the negatives. I want them to be passionate in what they want and do. And not just do it for the sake of doing it. It's ridiculously pointless. Agree. Well, kids. Too early to say anyways. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what a start. Haha, heyya. Feeling pretty sick these days, shoots. Sickening rough throat clogged with phlegm, sheesh. Does it mean anything? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense Piano and Badminton session. Consecutively. Try it out, cse you won't understand the physical enervation in me now. Haha, people. Never, ever, Never practice technical studies with your fingers after you played Badminton. You don't wanna know, if you don't know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignments! Why?! Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7238132963056054345?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7238132963056054345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7238132963056054345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7238132963056054345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7238132963056054345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8830165458617713480</id><published>2009-06-19T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:27:33.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much more room?</title><content type='html'>How much room? How much room can one accommodate for Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Yet how much room can one leave for inevitable Disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;As much as Happiness being Sweet, Disappointment is Bitter. Utterly Bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what someone I knew said, It can either Make or Break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you revel in knowing those deep thoughts I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That sink into the ground, harder than grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A crush, that feels like being Crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Would you like to feel, my nerves going tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you shun my quiet pleas, or the smile I have given you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That slides off your ears, where my pressures &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I itch inside my skin, fingers curling as I cling on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a master at counting my chickens just before they hatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now, getting used to disappointment isn't such a challenge, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,..... went back to school for meeting today. Won't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home after that. Folks weren't home, so I was home alone, woohoo. Haha. Watched teevee and &lt;u&gt;played Piano like I have no neighbors&lt;/u&gt;. Joke. MadASS under the roof people. But then, any other avenues for me? Now I'm just waiting to go for my Piano lessons. Ya think I should even lay eyes on my holiday assignments while I am in the wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, have you guys heard? The Ministry of education has already beefed up measures in schools to prepare for an extension of the June holidays. Well, it's not confirmed. But then, still, watching the situation of this swine flu thing. At first I was laid back about it, but now, the pressure's mounting. Of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that. I don't wanna talk politics, but then hey. Have you heard about the North Koreans preparing for their next nuclear missile test? And sources say that they are aimed at US State Hawaii. Yes, Hawaii. Ginormous military pressure the US is facing now. Brinkmanship. Now this, is part of why we History students learn war's History. Paranoid much? Don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I have sore throat. I have pimples ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for those who say my face is always clean, be stunned&lt;/span&gt; ) And I am not self beauty conscious. I have a growing list of to dos. My heart is burning at times, literally. My butt aches, and now my arm aches. It keeps mounting. Anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Sian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The boredom I am feeling now is of great extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8830165458617713480?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8830165458617713480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8830165458617713480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8830165458617713480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8830165458617713480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-much-more-room.html' title='How much more room?'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1241077769924779634</id><published>2009-06-17T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:35:07.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heyya&lt;/span&gt;, get your kicks. Okay -.-&lt;br /&gt;June '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;'. First two weeks devoted to extra lessons. And now nothing much,  Yeah crap. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt; wait, correction. I still have, at least, my holiday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, should I rejoice ? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Andand&lt;/span&gt;, I still haven't received the other pictures from Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hati's&lt;/span&gt; wedding :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for badminton just now with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YiKiong&lt;/span&gt; and clique. Invigorating, much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna play more badminton, anyone rather. Haven't been practicing Piano as much, but I did today :] And somehow I felt that when I played the song I am learning&lt;br /&gt;(for weeks), it seemed, much 'correct'. It was so harmonious! I mean, o.0, I don't mean to say it wasn't harmonious before, but it is much more than before. Know what I mean? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; Heck, why am I trying to prove it to you anyways. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, weird. Perhaps this shows that my fingers needs the rest from their daily intense gymnastics eh? I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering over the choices affecting my future. WOW much. You must be thinking to yourself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chester, Of all thoughts?! -.-&lt;/span&gt; ".  I have to hit the books and exam papers, super soon. Yes, the words are, "Have to". It's gonna be full swing revision once school re-opens. God knows what's in store for us. But hey, it's the last lap. The last year. The Final. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grand stage&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;.  :] All the way huh. I neither want to retain nor get unfavourable results! If you don't know the magnitude, I seriously cannot afford to lose out, totally. In light of all this, again,&lt;br /&gt;faith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unwavers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1241077769924779634?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1241077769924779634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1241077769924779634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1241077769924779634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1241077769924779634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyya-get-your-kicks.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6157226151470927566</id><published>2009-06-15T15:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:37:48.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was Miss Suharti's wedding yesterday. All the best to the bride and congrats to the groom! Haha, I've seen them outside for outings but I've never seen them like how they looked yesterday. Totally awesome! Haha, and it was pure fun yesterday, esp with th class going. Indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much pictures yet, still waiting. I've only got the pictures with myself in it from Aud's cam. Self-centred much? Hahah. And really, couldn't control my laughter and self when taking pictures yesterday. Thank uh Aud, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play Badminton, badly:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX2z-ReE_I/AAAAAAAABZk/oPt4lWPmCsI/s1600-h/DSC05318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347451505322365938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX2z-ReE_I/AAAAAAAABZk/oPt4lWPmCsI/s200/DSC05318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20JcxL_I/AAAAAAAABZs/sm5ZLI9K1Gg/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347451508322545650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20JcxL_I/AAAAAAAABZs/sm5ZLI9K1Gg/s200/DSC05335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20aT3WxI/AAAAAAAABZ0/KECIj3jG9cs/s1600-h/DSC05338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347451512848603922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20aT3WxI/AAAAAAAABZ0/KECIj3jG9cs/s200/DSC05338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Aud and I&lt;br /&gt;2. The oh-so-nice pic with my Daughters&lt;br /&gt;3. and now with Shafie, don't know what we pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20tRQ5zI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yGYar9KUPTk/s1600-h/DSC05340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347451517937968946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20tRQ5zI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yGYar9KUPTk/s200/DSC05340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20lpegQI/AAAAAAAABaE/bI44PYgSgA4/s1600-h/DSC05348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347451515892039938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX20lpegQI/AAAAAAAABaE/bI44PYgSgA4/s200/DSC05348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Us being idiots&lt;br /&gt;2. and the &lt;em&gt;pure&lt;/em&gt; idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX3TQ-vLjI/AAAAAAAABaM/hgUPbaQqiX8/s1600-h/DSC05355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347452042920013362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX3TQ-vLjI/AAAAAAAABaM/hgUPbaQqiX8/s200/DSC05355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. Random group picture, not class pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload more pics when I get them :} Of course, the wedding couple's pics :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6157226151470927566?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6157226151470927566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6157226151470927566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6157226151470927566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6157226151470927566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-miss-suhartis-wedding-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SjX2z-ReE_I/AAAAAAAABZk/oPt4lWPmCsI/s72-c/DSC05318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-899481766019254913</id><published>2009-06-13T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:01:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyya!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been posting much lately, if you haven't noticed, haha. Life and it's cousins huh. Yeah, I have been very busy with some stuff these past few days. Went to watch "Drag me to hell" with YiKiong and his clique. Has been such a long time since I have been with them. Not to say, watch a movie with them. Reminisce. Anyways, the movie was awesomely awesome. Love hate the occasional scares, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mid-June already, mygoodness. Has anyone started on their holiday assignments already? I just realized I have not submitted my first draft for my criterion essay, shoots. And adding to that, NAQ on 2 July. Not to brag or anything, but love the pressure, in an awk way :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went back to school for the last day of structured holiday lessons. To rejoice, or not? I doubt the 'fun' stops there. Haha, it never does at this stage. Had POA mock exam yesterday, was able to balance my balance sheet., woohoo. Shall wait for the results then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update ASAP, when I get a livelier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't believe everything happiness says. What is happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-899481766019254913?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/899481766019254913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=899481766019254913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/899481766019254913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/899481766019254913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyya-havent-been-posting-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4564386691377744762</id><published>2009-06-06T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:47:54.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary confined.</title><content type='html'>Heyya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very boring lately. Don't you think? Well, at least for me -.-&lt;br /&gt;And plus, it's darn hot! Mygoodness. People say the weather is controlled by God. Therefore, God? Why do you fervor us with extreme weather?! Haha, sheesh seriously. On top of that, I wanna go out, and watch movies at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;but then no open chances -it's total blasphemy on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people whom I hold close have either gone overseas for vacation, or simply their camps. Well, I'll take it as solitary confinement training for the not so distant future, I guess. Also look at it as time with self? Anyone heard of the book, "New Earth"? I'll save up alot on my handphone bill. Hey wait, I have unlimited texts and I don't call much. So, what's there to save? &lt;em&gt;*coughs* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have to start on my holiday &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt;ignments already. You know, I had 16 hours of sleep from yesterday till this afternoon? I planned to wake early morning to do the piles of work but then, I woke up darn late -.- Good Job jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a Macbook, somebody please, For the love of Humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only by awakening can you know the true meaning of that word"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4564386691377744762?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4564386691377744762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4564386691377744762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4564386691377744762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4564386691377744762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/solitary-confined.html' title='Solitary confined.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7605371629239664841</id><published>2009-06-04T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:40:20.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism of Fire.</title><content type='html'>Alright, I have relinked and have locked this blog for the first day. Needed to let everything out. Don't know where and who else, but God. But in light of all this, faith is unfaltering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates, and YiKiong clique, listen to me. Friendship is the kind of love that never can grow old. Warm and cozy it will stay when other things are cold. Friendship is a love so true it won't be denied, Because a friend will always be there close by your side. Boyfriends, girlfriends, and lovers come and go in this game of life we play, But a true friend, no matter what, in your heart will always stay. So hold your friends dear to you, and never let them go. Think how much they mean to you, and make sure to tell them so. All for one, you know how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been happenings recently. And unfortunately for me, I also have other parties to help. Have been sandwiched here and there. But hey, no one wants such things to happen. Who would want something to jeopardise a relationship, at the least, friendship. Come on. Let these things not affect us together, and as an individual as well. We've a common (reality) aim for now, the exams. Let's push together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. I don't know what's happening. But you should know how much it hurts me. You should ask others how I behave when you're not there, lost soul to be exact, haha. I hope all these minor or whatever that has happened won't affect the course, furthermore, it's the magnitude and not the length. I know, it's just a few months, but it doesn't grow on length. You know my magnitude in this, amongst others. We're brothers under the skin and I, for one, am willing to skin humanity to prove it. I don't know what's your picture of it. I don't call you this for fun and show, nor do I call you this of your wealth in other areas. When we agree, no fortress is so strong as our common life. Who knows what may happen in the future right? When you lose faith in yourself, Remember that I never did, Nor ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and brother, here. When you think I'm being too tough, remember that which does not kill you, makes you stronger. When you doubt me, remember that I once knelt at your feet, Washing them in service to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there I said it. Guess I can focus more now. Have been bottling this up for quite some time, haha. Why try to be so strong when in the end, the strongest will falter? Right? ;) But still worth a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7605371629239664841?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7605371629239664841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7605371629239664841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7605371629239664841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7605371629239664841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-have-relinked-and-have-locked.html' title='Baptism of Fire.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-103086242034327791</id><published>2009-06-04T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:09:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never too late</title><content type='html'>Hey, went to school today just for 2hours of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt;. Not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;' starting to pile up. So far, it's just 10 test papers of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;yes, 10 papers&lt;/em&gt;), Physics paper, Math &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt; book and paper.&lt;br /&gt;More to come up if mercy isn't shown unto us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it anyways, just have doubts if I have the will to complete them. Can't believe I just said that. I should have the will. In fact, I should be halfway through already, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Mock paper next Tuesday. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-103086242034327791?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/103086242034327791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=103086242034327791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/103086242034327791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/103086242034327791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-too-late.html' title='Never too late'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8977262393761694639</id><published>2009-06-03T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:27:52.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Hamran(: Went out today after 'O' level English seminar.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dry but then we had our iPods and jokes to accompany us.&lt;br /&gt;Will try and get some pictures uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr school supplementary resumes. What more. 2 straight hours of POA.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this... Hmm, anyways, collected results slip yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;good enough but agreed, it can be way way better. Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasya and sec3 Perth trip people are going to OZ tmr. Have a safe journey yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Have fun alright? Ouh sec3s, if you ever go to Joondalup primary, do tell me yeah? Lol, it was my primary school when I lived there, miss it. But both your itinerary looks interesting:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8977262393761694639?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8977262393761694639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8977262393761694639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8977262393761694639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8977262393761694639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-hamran-went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-848356475325074546</id><published>2009-05-30T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:22:50.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Music,&lt;br /&gt;It's like pursuing your degree without going to a university.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being able to write, but not understand fully what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being able to read, and also not fully understand what I just read.&lt;br /&gt;Unconventional style of moving up much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategic planning. Kick in now, please.&lt;br /&gt;I just ended like 3hours+ of intense fast flying fingers practice on my piece.&lt;br /&gt;Feel invigorated to some awk extent, but also exhausted. Hey, you know I sweat at times when I practice. And this doesn't show that I am weak, therefore, intense. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-848356475325074546?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/848356475325074546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=848356475325074546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/848356475325074546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/848356475325074546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-music-its-like-pusuing-your-degree.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3885306917274343337</id><published>2009-05-30T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:55:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday was the last day that the "non-mother tongue" people had their freedom. We won't be having any more free periods from Monday onwards :( No fun. Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;Monday will be the GCE 'O' Level Mother tongue examinations. Wish all people taking it, the best of luck! You've prepared and gone through intensives. This is the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, June holidays is super super soon. Well, holidays, at least that's what it says on paper.&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, we don't really have holidays. Esp the 'O' level students. Pushing like the paper is tomorrow. Don't burnout yeah. And this is quite true, I always get this from my teacher. Once your engine starts, don't stop. Start means start, not warm up. Rather true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start on holiday homeworks in a bit. And go through personal intensives with some topics, wicked ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, bullsh. I maybe going library later. Hmm, see if my feet are light enough, metaphorically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3885306917274343337?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3885306917274343337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3885306917274343337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3885306917274343337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3885306917274343337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-yesterday-was-last-day-that-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1068578754624274638</id><published>2009-05-28T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:53:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is what my fellow "non-mother tongue" people and I and being bestowed with.&lt;br /&gt;1 whole week of free period. Each day free period lasts from 8.30AM to 01.30PM.&lt;br /&gt;How awesome can our lives get. Bittersweet though, I have to admit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aircon&lt;/span&gt; class to just the 5 of us, but then some teachers whom we want to find to catch up work with are busy with other stuff. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it was good. One more day left, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no idea what I'm gonna do after school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not even sure if I even have something on. Gosh, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouh&lt;/span&gt; wait, I have piano lessons. Well, that's a start. Anything else? I wanna be occupied &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. When I don't want it to happen, it does. And I want it, it doesn't. Good job, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better at the piece I'm learning now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, it's kinda long. more than 10 pages plus its like 7 minutes long. I need stamina. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shmack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, schedule is quite tight and things are gonna get hectic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;. Very hectic, that is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined. That I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother bought for me this cool pendant. Shall show you when I get a chain for it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haah&lt;/span&gt;, it's the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crucifix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted the 70$ one, but then yeah. I know, very ex. But it's very nice. But the one my mom got me isn't that bad either. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1068578754624274638?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1068578754624274638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1068578754624274638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1068578754624274638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1068578754624274638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-what-my-fellow-non-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2759144265115502815</id><published>2009-05-25T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:01:48.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have the confirmed results for the papers.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; or not, I don't care. It wakes me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 40/60&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 24/50&lt;br /&gt;Combined: 58.2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: 66%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 44/65&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 34.5/65&lt;br /&gt;Combined: 60.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Humans&lt;br /&gt;SS: 19/30&lt;br /&gt;History: 14/30&lt;br /&gt;Combined: 55%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1: 15.5/40&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 28/60&lt;br /&gt;Combined: 43.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've top-ed for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA in 'O' level batch&lt;/span&gt;, but still fail (&lt;strong&gt;-.-!&lt;/strong&gt;), thus nothing to be happy about. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, I'm already 'accustomed' to the proceedings. This year, the papers were set with exceedingly high standards than the 'O' levels. Marking wise too. But it's what I need. It's what we need, so we can push harder. It's become second nature &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;, which is why I didn't isolate myself from the world much when I got back the papers. But hey, I've top-ed for English Oral (Prelim exams)! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, that I'm happy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah despite all the results, still must push and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;. Mind you Chester, this is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Normal lessons went on today. MT Intensive resumes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. So perhaps I'll catch up for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt;? Mock tests, hallelujah. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't let it affect me much. I can do better, I know. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;People don't give up alright? Pace yourself and avoid the much dreaded burn-out.&lt;br /&gt;And you, watch it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cse&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; blues. No better killer to start the week with.&lt;br /&gt;But was great to see friends :] Terribly warm as well guys! Global warming? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2759144265115502815?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2759144265115502815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2759144265115502815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2759144265115502815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2759144265115502815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2821616386189419776</id><published>2009-05-24T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:35:57.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich History</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the movie "Valkyrie", which I rented, few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting to be honest. I got off my seat to get closer to the teevee, hahah!&lt;br /&gt;Rekindled my passion for History, just like that. Some of you may think History is very boring and its all about dates and people. To one extent, you are correct. But behind everything, lay rich stories. Trust me. And it will also help you to look at your current lives in a very different way. Oh well, growing interest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Humanities, I was thinking. During sec3, if I had chosen to take Geography as my elective, I think my combined Humans would be better. Neither am I saying that I am perfect in my Geography nor that bad in my History. Just that, I feel geog is easier to answer in exams, logic sense to me. History exams; content rich, and requires you to be skillfully proficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, there's school tmr. Plus, I am like given free time cse the rest of grad classes are having MT Intensive. So, while they're having their intensive, I can find my other subject teachers to cover up unstable grounds. But hey, my Tamil lessons are gonna resume soon, total f. I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of a sudden, tear-floods overflowed, unmanageable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rivers of crystalline tears mixed with sobs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminiscing the past seemed to be hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To grasp the thought was unbearable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, new experiences will come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But will these outshine the old ones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2821616386189419776?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2821616386189419776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2821616386189419776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2821616386189419776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2821616386189419776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-finished-watching-movie-valkyrie.html' title='Rich History'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8275375284242632130</id><published>2009-05-22T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:01:34.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits.</title><content type='html'>Yah, Audrey Lim is THE follower. There, said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different topic.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so sensitive when it comes to these things.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even worry of such things when they haven't took place.&lt;br /&gt;Proactive nature? No, not in this case. Over-sensitive on certain stuff. Of All issues.&lt;br /&gt;Idk if it's positive or negative to have this coming from me, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And No, I will not want the past course of events to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;So help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had meeting in school today, productive and satisfied enough.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have to flare up, yay.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, honestly good job. Keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deadbeat. Anyone has special remedy?&lt;br /&gt;I need to conduct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8275375284242632130?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8275375284242632130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8275375284242632130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8275375284242632130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8275375284242632130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/yah-audrey-lim-is-follower.html' title='Limits.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8250141710808427898</id><published>2009-05-18T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:15:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just noticed I've got someone subscribed to my blog. Holla. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Physics and POA paper today. Physics seemed easy, again, don't be over-confident.&lt;br /&gt;POA, need I say more? Mrs Kang is laughing at this, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good luh, I need this "&lt;em&gt;demoralizing&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;oh-so-downgrading&lt;/em&gt;" paper to slap me in the face. 4 times {4 questions}. I need this wake up call. Besides, she counselled me after the paper. What she said is very true and has my 100% stand with. The paper set is very tough, which will prepare you for the final grand finale, ultimately, the O levels. Take a look at elite schools for a start, th papers there are one of a kind. They push beyond the limits, but it ensures that they're students get the distinction when it comes to the Nationals. So,... here I come.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be prepared enough for NAQ though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, had meeting on F.A and crapped alot with queen along with Nat, Hamran, and Mr M.Chua. Mr Kumar drove us to JP then cse Lun was giving us a treat. Thanks :]&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite some time at JP after that, then made my our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lun and I met YiKiong at his busstop, go pay my fees and then eat dinner. And Home-ed. So much for the sequence of events, but yes. What else. Ouh, I had separated talks with Lun and YiKiong. Somehow a relieve session. Me and Lun kinda experience the same thing but in diff situations, and YiKiong and I, my bestie. Haha, loads to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it uh. I have no school in the following two days. &lt;em&gt;To Rejoice or not?&lt;/em&gt; Maybe I'll practice POA, gahaha. Ouh, I made up my mind alr, I'm picking up Cello after exams :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflected alot while I chose to walk home from YiKiong's place. Not that far from mine, thats why. Yeah, spoke with god and kept thinking. People come into our lives, serve a purpose, good or bad, and it affects us directly or indirectly. Once they are done, they leave. But those who stay, are the ones whom you can count on with your life. I guess? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People, ponder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8250141710808427898?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8250141710808427898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8250141710808427898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8250141710808427898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8250141710808427898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-noticed-ive-got-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6168728681442285486</id><published>2009-05-17T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:00:00.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations.</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it, do my last two papers really need that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; factor from me?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, guess not. I'm more confident for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt; than for Physics, but hey, Complacency is still in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent half the day Eating (with a capital E for emphasis), and the other highlighting, reading, and brain damaging. I'm gonna be brain damaged soon, someone please save me to save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading two books that I've borrowed from the library. In a matter of less that 5 days. Good feat eh? The second week of examinations shall pound me in a few hours. But it's gonna last for two days :] &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tmr&lt;/span&gt; and Wednesday, and that's it! Wait, that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bs&lt;/span&gt; are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Cs, help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;D/E/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fs&lt;/span&gt;, get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town yesterday, alone -.-, to get my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; replaced. They'll give me the new pod on Wednesday, long wait -Killer. Yeah, then went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gp&lt;/span&gt; Mac slack and eat with Nat and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lun&lt;/span&gt;, met some others there, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;. Then went to my house. Wanted to call people but not free. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, sweet. Yeah, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;. Had quite good time uh, watch movie and then play piano and roam around, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have great ideas in mind now, shall put em to work.&lt;br /&gt;Much loves confidants, God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6168728681442285486?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6168728681442285486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6168728681442285486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6168728681442285486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6168728681442285486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/revelations.html' title='Revelations.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3063119990183211635</id><published>2009-05-15T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:56:56.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEQ: Why was Perestroika and Glasnost considered a Failure?</title><content type='html'>People listen up. I have only 2 subjects left to be tested on.&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt; on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt; shall treat me if I get distinction. Big time Madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt; and yes, I used the world SHALL, not WILL. So it's subjective. Don't shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;But first need to solidify. Intense much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all my dear 15May babies.&lt;br /&gt;Chip&amp;amp;Dale, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HuiLun&lt;/span&gt;, and Karin :]&lt;br /&gt;May god shower you with his blessings every day. Hope you enjoyed the gifts from the class!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the celebs will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, today I've had my English and History paper.&lt;br /&gt;Confident enough for both papers. Eng was surprisingly easy, hope I answered correctly though. History, question was phrased differently but I think I got the idea. Why am I so confident for all my paper so far? Plus it's coupled with the fact that I only start revision for each paper 1 day before only. Epitome of last minute revision, and it works out for me most of the time. In fact, it's what I did for my N levels. Study only one day before. And see what I got. No brag, but yes -5Points in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had English oral for prelims the day before. Very confident for a high B or even an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, see! Yeah, I hope I did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other papers didn't worry me much. Except for Math few questions here and there.&lt;br /&gt;And Chemistry Q.Analysis section, I think I accidentally wrote the wrong word, screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, they're coming to an end soon. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abit&lt;/span&gt; more Chester. Can't wait for the results though, good or bad I don't care much. I wanna know how I did! Give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe going to repair my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. So SOME PEOPLE can stop bullying me about it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3063119990183211635?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3063119990183211635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3063119990183211635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3063119990183211635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3063119990183211635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-listen-up.html' title='SEQ: Why was Perestroika and Glasnost considered a Failure?'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6267328759088591768</id><published>2009-05-12T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:11:08.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my first written mid year paper today, extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, went to school kinda late cse my paper only starts at 1030,&lt;br /&gt;while the rest have their CL/ML paper. So, means more time for me to revise ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to library to study, kena f by the librarian. And she wasn't even understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, why are all our school librarians like that?! Stereotype much.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, it's my last year. Besides, I don't go there much. Have fun rotting there you biyatch.&lt;br /&gt;Showed her attitude, yes. I did do that. Yeah, walked out of the library, not a word to her nor to my friends who accompanied me to the library. Consider herself lucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. SS paper wasn't that bad. I managed to finish in time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, completing in time is one issue. Completing with SUBSTANCE is THE issue now.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, yeah. I managed to find diff and simi for part (ii) of sbq too. Woots. Then again, substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went to JP to eat lunch. And then went back to school to study chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to GP Mac in the early evening for a while and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda down by what happened within that time, but yeah. It's settled. Thank you father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math paper 2 and Chemistry Paper tmrw. Math, yes. It's only one paper. We don't have paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning this paper 2 is like heavy-duty weightage, shoot. Think I'm gonna focus more on Chem.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need more this and that for Math. I'll do it by my prelims. Mye, with what I have now, plus a quick revision of formulas uh. Better to go to battle with a wooden sword than nothing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone who's dear makes you tear, it hurts you.&lt;br /&gt;But you can see it in their eyes, that it hurts them even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6267328759088591768?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6267328759088591768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6267328759088591768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6267328759088591768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6267328759088591768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-my-first-written-mid-year-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4486389278665200960</id><published>2009-05-10T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:44:02.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I'm going to school tmr for a Chemistry touch up with Ms Sim and some others :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, pretty dry today. Practiced for few hours and then touched on revising for SS.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I did mind maps for Terrorism alr. Done! I'm gonna touch on Venice tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of brainjuicing today. I think I can be like almost an epitome of last minute pressurized revision. I know there are other people same as me out there ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sketchbook for all my mindmaps. I'm aiming to fill half the book with oh-so-much-knowledge. Haha, Mostly I think will be doing for Social Studies, History, and Sciences. Don't think I can do maps for math now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinctions.Distinctions.Distinctions!&lt;br /&gt;Ouh heck, but wait. There's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOCK EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRELIMINARY EXAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O LEVEL EXAMINATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, all this &lt;strong&gt;plus&lt;/strong&gt; Class Tests, Revision Tests, other School Test Papers, 10/20Year Series, Intensives, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S T R E T C H&lt;/span&gt; programme for POA, National Acc/ing Quiz, Farewell. Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I then consider this a crisis and when I need truckloads of god's grace. Dad, please?&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this as an oppotunity. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;I need my confidants; My second family, but better. Gawwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Confidants, when the world walks out on you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be walking in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4486389278665200960?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4486389278665200960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4486389278665200960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4486389278665200960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4486389278665200960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah-im-going-to-school-tmr-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6587245118142179359</id><published>2009-05-09T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:58:10.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it's a Saturday already. How fast will it all go.&lt;br /&gt;Time is seriously of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna copy chapters later. Interested to join my quest? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt;, I woke up and practiced for two hours &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stright&lt;/span&gt; on the piano. Obsessed max.&lt;br /&gt;But I do strike a balance alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you thought of this.&lt;br /&gt;If you pray to god for patience, does he grant it you like that?&lt;br /&gt;Or does he give you the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to be patient?&lt;br /&gt;When you say a situation or a person is hopeless, you are slamming the door in the face of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for strength I might achieve. I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for health that I might do greater things. I was given infirmity that I might do better things. I asked for riches that I might be happy. I was given poverty that I might be wise. I asked for power that I might have the praise of men. I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God. I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. I was given life that I might enjoy all things. I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am, among all men, most richly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of this. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Life's is gonna take a serious hit on me, soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be this walking zombie in school. You can expect it. Cross me, and consider yourself dead. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, nothing much for now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6587245118142179359?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6587245118142179359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6587245118142179359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6587245118142179359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6587245118142179359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-its-saturday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1358174087760492406</id><published>2009-05-07T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:18:32.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am officially entering phase 1 of the stress. Life + Examinations. Great combi.&lt;br /&gt;I got my left index finger squished when I went to mac. Damn it, trying to control myself from shouting at the pain. The manager can consider himself lucky, unless my tolerance just falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day today. Correction, Long day everyday -.-&lt;br /&gt;After school went to jp. On the way there took bus with Ms Joy Chen. She started asking me about my music thingy. And we made some deals I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there will be a History test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Factors to Gorbachev's Fall. Must study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ everyday is a killer, but I believe it can be exciting. Looking forward to the minute where I will feel excited. And I just feel I'm losing my edge at POA. I can't afford for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Chester who studied with his own style last year and got top. He's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, my arpeggios for the first three lines for movement 3 is improving. Haha, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much uh really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw will be somehow interesting though:] Am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alright. Revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1358174087760492406?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1358174087760492406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1358174087760492406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1358174087760492406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1358174087760492406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-officially-entering-phase-1-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3780605443539538358</id><published>2009-05-06T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:50:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Limitations&amp;amp;Sacrifices. That's my display name for my msn acc for now.&lt;br /&gt;It relates to the situation at large and micro now too.&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked yourself this. When it comes to your capabilities, how far are you limiting yourself. Relationships alike. How can one be so patient in dealing with this. How much sacrifices do you make everyday for you most treasured, without that person knowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have deep thought lately, and mind you, I'm a person who finds some comfort when I go into deep thoughts. Not that I want the worst of what I imagined to happen, but if it were to happen, what would follow? And I keep thinking of what is going to happen in the near and not so distant future. I have many thoughts uh, open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week, I need to study and go into full swing revision already.&lt;br /&gt;Stay back at school till close to 7 did POA and discuss some stuff. Then went to KFC to continue discussions and then left for home at close to 9. This week seems to be such a drag, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've noticed. Instead of the graduating students being stressed cse of exams, the teachers are the ones losing their sanity. It's apparent as to who is going into pre-depression phase. I won't name who but yeah, if you are observant enough. What a vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to say today actually. Just too exhausted, plus, I seriously feel like crying cse of my wild thoughts which I fear may turn into reality. Gosh, yeah point at me, I don't give a damn. Sanity is a state of mind. The only time recently, where I cry my heart out, is when I am locked in my room, lights switched off, and I'm sitting in the corner. Sitting in the corner, tearing like it's nobody's business. But god is with me. I do talk to him and he feels. I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough for now. Take care of yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3780605443539538358?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3780605443539538358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3780605443539538358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3780605443539538358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3780605443539538358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/limitations-thats-my-display-name-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5324712393914825919</id><published>2009-05-04T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:31:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetitions, Limitations, and Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>Shoot, I have a &lt;strong&gt;bad vibe&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;History is gonna repeat itself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, to the core, to the max, and to the day when dust was present.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to happen. Things are gonna change. Drastic Changes, that is.&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself at times. You may think I'm such a worry freak, but wait till it happens. Look who'll be the freakshow then. Who can I turn to and count on when it happens, besides God? I know God is there for me no matter what. I seek his conveyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues, it always has to be a spoiler. My mom woke me up this morning, like there's no tmr. She shook my whole body to wake me up, when I already was -.- Can you imagine, this mad woman, shaking your whole body from left to right to wake you up, when you are already awake but just motionless. Gosh, I almost kicked her down. No joke! She'd better be grateful that It's not Mother's day today. I am mean, stick it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more mass assemblies starting from today. Thanks to the National Orange Alert thing {&lt;em&gt;I made it sound like there's a National Orange,&lt;/em&gt; No} So all will assemble in class for time being. Temperature monitoring at every assembly and 1130am. See people wearing duck masks.&lt;br /&gt;What could be worst, besides the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were alright, laughed alot again. I wonder when will be the day when I stop laughing totally during lessons. Gosh, extreme emotional. Yeah, stay back in school for a mini meeting with Mrs Kang. Discussed some "&lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt;" brought some of my points forward in the end. Shall expect final says real super soon yeah. Natasya and Hui Lun was there with me:] We ate at Pizza hut, ouh, Thank you HuiLun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, going home these days is such a torture. And it's freakin weird. I don't have my iPod to accompany me): Thanks spoilt iPod! I'm so gonna send you for repairs super soon. Watch out. Retribution I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my Chemistry test, not bad :] I still have POA homework to complete. Gawwd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna copy textbooks, wow. Freak much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, no rev-up tmr {&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like runnin either. Not that I hate it, just no mood. Well, maybe it'll change tmr?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wanna practice my Arpeggios. Want, no wait. &lt;em&gt;Essential&lt;/em&gt; for this new piece I picking up. &lt;strong&gt;Totaly presto arpeggios, mind boggling&lt;/strong&gt;. Watch out for it :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5324712393914825919?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5324712393914825919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5324712393914825919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5324712393914825919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5324712393914825919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoot-i-have-bad-vibe-that-history-is.html' title='Repetitions, Limitations, and Sacrifices'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7331363120021042978</id><published>2009-05-03T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:15:43.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I just completed my homework which would be due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my own breathing away, shocking much. Yes, told you I'm determined.&lt;br /&gt;But doing homework isn't enough you know? Which is why, I plan to revise for Chemistry for the later part of the day :] I have my ways! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt; besides that, I can't forget to practice on the Piano right. Yep, I'm striking a balance here!&lt;br /&gt;I intend to build my own portfolio. As in, what songs I have played/learned (sightread+memory), and I'm gonna/already am learning new pieces. How exciting. But it'll take some time to remember what songs I have played though. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, don't read too much into my last sentence, wasn't meaning anything besides itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! I just miss school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. People please understand, it's my last year there. Must live every moment, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Right... And I have came up with a theory as to why I can't go to sleep early at nights. I blame all the sugar that I've taken before sleeping. Is it just me eating sugar before sleep most nights, or are there other people going for it too. Either way, both psych. Ahem, You're right ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7331363120021042978?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7331363120021042978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7331363120021042978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7331363120021042978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7331363120021042978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-what-i-just-completed-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2458524131940281801</id><published>2009-05-02T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:42:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some pictures only. Shall upload more when I get the memory stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxNgPiz29I/AAAAAAAABZU/OdhCmO5GVgA/s1600-h/3292_1144140956225_1008527649_30428574_63018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331221275223514066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxNgPiz29I/AAAAAAAABZU/OdhCmO5GVgA/s200/3292_1144140956225_1008527649_30428574_63018_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwsRyieI/AAAAAAAABZM/Xhj8Qq0YneA/s1600-h/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220458303031778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwsRyieI/AAAAAAAABZM/Xhj8Qq0YneA/s200/wow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwvoLPEI/AAAAAAAABZE/dgQ0wOAhJuE/s1600-h/hmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220459202231362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwvoLPEI/AAAAAAAABZE/dgQ0wOAhJuE/s200/hmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwTQgX4I/AAAAAAAABY0/pEM8S1mwT9E/s1600-h/coolio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220451586760578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwTQgX4I/AAAAAAAABY0/pEM8S1mwT9E/s200/coolio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwdzewUI/AAAAAAAABY8/kEwmad8IFEM/s1600-h/brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331220454417809730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxMwdzewUI/AAAAAAAABY8/kEwmad8IFEM/s200/brother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate corn soup, not so yum-yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went out for this outing yesterday that I've been craving for. Has been such a long time my goodness! Brother, Myself, Nat and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lun&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;citying&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;towning&lt;/span&gt;! Not the best but still good :] Didn't take loads of pictures, but took some here and there. Went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;, Esplanade, Marina Square, Orchard road, Paragon, and Plaza Sing. Enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouhouh&lt;/span&gt;, and we ate Popeye's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; and I bought a conductor's baton, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woots&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing much happened. My granny came from Malaysia, visited her brother (my other grandad) who is seriously ill. My whole family went to visit him, but I stayed home. I'm down with the flu bug, and no, don't assume it's the swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to revise for the exams today. But I woke up at around 11-12(?) today, and played Piano till 5? and then online till 7-8? Gosh, I seriously need to revise. Someone slap me please, no really. I do need it. Brother, wanna do the honors? Gosh. And I don't think that night is the best time for me to revise and stuff. I'm just half possessed by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note.&lt;br /&gt;I feel complete recently. I don't know how to put it into words, really. It's kinda mixed, but I feel complete overall. Just have this small gut feeling that spoils it though, now that, I don't know. I'm just hoping that the worst won't take it's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What words cannot express the feelings of a person, Music can.&lt;br /&gt;What music can't, the Psalmist steps in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2458524131940281801?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2458524131940281801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2458524131940281801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2458524131940281801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2458524131940281801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-some-pictures-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfxNgPiz29I/AAAAAAAABZU/OdhCmO5GVgA/s72-c/3292_1144140956225_1008527649_30428574_63018_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3491416173082406262</id><published>2009-04-29T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:19:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.</title><content type='html'>The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be- and when they're not, we cry. No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. Do you have someone like such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different note.&lt;br /&gt;Madam &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suharty&lt;/span&gt; is back in school today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heyhey&lt;/span&gt;. She kept telling me to start my revision and was very concerned. Not just for me but for the rest as well. Well, I am starting my revision, not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other lessons went on as normal. Just that after MT, there was a buzz about someone from 4E losing his/her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, lucky we were returning from free period and went on high alert once we heard the news. Yep, the level was raised to Black alert. The class acted accordingly uh, should have seen all the reactions, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Our eyes were more focused on the Discipline comm on the other side rather than our teachers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; back for a while with Chip after eating. Waited till 430pm for nothing, then made our way home. And now I'm here. Voila.&lt;br /&gt;It's the last school day for the week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;, and it's two days of rotting plus one day of anniversary outing. Looking forward much, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Chester. Stop being complacent.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th PamSis :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3491416173082406262?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3491416173082406262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3491416173082406262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3491416173082406262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3491416173082406262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/complacency.html' title='To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1877589828850922095</id><published>2009-04-28T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:44:28.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev-Up session was cancelled today, yet again. Big thanks to the heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow relieved but disappointed. My aching leg muscles are so annoying. Had this long lecture by Mrs Chow, has been some time since my ass became stone. Yeah, so it was time for another refreshment, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was the first lesson. Went to hall to help the PE misters facilitate their classes. Haha, mainly 2B and 3G. Both had their 2.4 run at the same time. So yeah, FP people and misters were at the ending point cheering the runners on. Awesome run, and I personally am amazed by how fast Amirul completed the run. Wow. On a different note, I got fast heartbeats cse of fear of history repeating itself. What happened to the twins last year during the run, I was praying so hard it wouldn't happen to someone just now. It wouldn't be a nice thing, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then when they finished their lessons, it was our class's turn. Did sit-ups first and then pull-ups. I got A for both, yes! Hmm, yeah and we went for recess after that. Shafie and I are like the permanent people who bring food orders up to those who eat in class. They have their orders, and we get it for them and smuggle it up. "The Transporters", they call us. Cool not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 9/13 for History essay. Not bad uh, just missed out one or two points if not can be better.&lt;br /&gt;Had Chemistry test on Qualitative Analysis, and Redox reactions. Relatively easy? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Got back the devastating POA test results. Two passes only; Ken and Myself. But the marks is not good enough, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nothing much uh today. After school went to JP with lun and nat to buy some stuff and popular and coffee bean. Went home soon after that. Fatigue-d much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna revise for Math and Chemistry later. Well, Determination and Action are two separate entities, aren't they. It's a Wednesday tmrw, how fast can time fly past. Goodness! Idk what's happening tmr. Happy go lucky mode? Hmm. What do you think is happening when one is very prone and has more leg cramps/pins and needles than usual? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Suharty is returning to school tmrw, like finally huh! The whole class will be thrilled to see her back. One of a kind uh. Can anyone suggest a book for me to read? I've got nothing to read as of now, as in, nothing which interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing amazes me somehow, too. I made this quiz on Facebook, "How well do you know Sarveen Chester?". Go take a look at the quiz, take it :] I'm surprised to find that all the people who took the test, actually know that I fear being/or watching caning and executions. I mean, perhaps everyone fears it luh, but no. Not like how I fear like one of a kind. Haha, and no, I have not been caned by the school. And I never will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1877589828850922095?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1877589828850922095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1877589828850922095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1877589828850922095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1877589828850922095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7197893651853892954</id><published>2009-04-27T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:48:48.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; crashed, sending it for repair under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;warranty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different topic.&lt;br /&gt;Time heals all wounds. You agree? I having second doubts on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as routine. Had discipline check, and yes, I passed thanks to Ms Lee. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouh&lt;/span&gt;, that wasn't meant to be anything. All lessons were as normal, funny, and irritating. I'm sensing that Michelle is getting irritated by the noise made by the front row &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt;, sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miche&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lessons somehow brought me a state of exaltation. I have never felt so good in doing a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compre&lt;/span&gt; for such ages I tell you. I was like the first to complete? And Ms Lee nodded her head for all questions. Just that she wanted me to change to focus in the first question. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, shall wait for results. Stop it Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free period, standard. After school went to cafe and then slack around. Brother came and went.&lt;br /&gt;Went to hall to play Piano, but see people there. Then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;. Play not so loud, I don't want much attention. The came this irritating person and just played his oh-so-not-in-harmony segment when I was in the middle of playing my piece, gosh. Totally no respect, damn it. I just left when he came, not what I needed seriously. It's not I hate him, I despise what he does.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to just go home to play and revise instead. Sickening &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. And I totally hate it when whenever I'm alone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cse&lt;/span&gt; I'm waiting for someone/something, people will assume that I'm such an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Annoying. Yes, I may have my moments of deep thinking, but come on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt; please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home, seriously lost my whole exuberance in a jiffy, weak, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But in such light, I felt more determined to make myself acclaimed and rise to even greater and tougher challenges. I know I can do it, and only I alone am stopping myself from achieving my fullest potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, on a different topic.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have a million friends, it would be nothing if you couldn't call one, your own.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7197893651853892954?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7197893651853892954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7197893651853892954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7197893651853892954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7197893651853892954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-ipod-crashed-sending-it-for-repair.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6317825752302606811</id><published>2009-04-25T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:35:02.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfMRB-4opNI/AAAAAAAABYs/7if8f2OMxH0/s1600-h/DSC04795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328621509867513042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfMRB-4opNI/AAAAAAAABYs/7if8f2OMxH0/s200/DSC04795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;That was a picture of me playing a piece, taken on Monday. The fan in the background is a real spoiler, thank you fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 630 today thanks to my Britney Spears Womanizer song.&lt;br /&gt;It's really adept at waking me up from my sleep. Hardcore wake up song fan.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school to observe this meeting/course that some sec3s were going, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I was at the back though, invisible. Just to observe only. It was at the AVA room :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so when they went out for some creative thinking activities at the hall, I was alone at the AVA room. Guess what? It's just piano and me. Yes. I brought my piano scores cse I knew it would happen. Hahha! So much for planning eh, hmm. Yeah. They were out for quite some time so I took my time to play many pieces. But when I heard them coming back I quickly closed everything. Didn't want them to see me playing, haha. Too many people all one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, continued observing and then went home at around 12. Family went out so I was the only one home. Ate my lunch and then slept while watching teevee, yet again. Sheesh. And the teevee was switched on while I was sleeping for 1-2 hours. So much for being environmentalist huh. But luckily I woke up thanks to 2 phone calls from Brother and Mom. He wanted to come my house since I was alone. Coincidentally my mom called half way saying that she is coming home, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I won't let guests into my home when parents are here, just that I feel weird when they're around. Rather have the whole house to myself and my guests. Hmm, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept again cse folks would be coming back. Woke up at around 6? Haha, man I sleep alot these days. Pig ._. Bathed and then practiced Piano again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nothing much right? So flat. Tsk. I wanna go out on adventures, or some outing at least I want to climb mountains. I want to go skydiving. I want to go scuba diving. I want ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The extent of the O levels on spoiling my life and making it boring is very large&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;Damn spoiler&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can some smart geek please stop all the irritating popups from msn?! Eric?&lt;br /&gt;You're a geek, aren't you? Haha. At least that's what you claim. Prove it, hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6317825752302606811?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6317825752302606811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6317825752302606811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6317825752302606811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6317825752302606811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SfMRB-4opNI/AAAAAAAABYs/7if8f2OMxH0/s72-c/DSC04795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-361579152633715769</id><published>2009-04-24T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:08:02.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm blogging in cool air. The air-con is switched on in my room. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're thinking that's it's my first time using the air-conditioner, no it's not. I am totally not a mountain tortoise, how you doin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had History test today, surprised I wrote alot for the essay. But still, Essence of the answer is of paramount importance as compared to how much is written. English lesson wasn't that bad. Math and Physics was hilarious. We had better days, but still. It has been some time. I kept quiet during lessons, again. I need breakfast, desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons went home, yes. And then I napped while watching teevee. 3-4 hours? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;I needed to catch up on my sleep anyways, and then hopefully I will be awake, back and active for lessons the following week. All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Piano lessons after that, I am already learning this piece, technically challenging yet fun to learn. Challenge myself huh. Flight of the bumblebee arranged for Piano. Trying out a new method to learn this too. It'll be easy to master if I put in the time. Hey, I still do practice my duet part okay(: It's not forgotten. We'll see how it goes :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading the book, "The Last Executioner" already. Impressive right? It's the fastest time taken to read a book; 2 Days. Fiction is so not for me, despite the intensive vocabulary and phrasing. I'd rather read true stories. I'm gonna return the books promptly. Don't wanna cause trouble to brother. Later he has to pay fines -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tmr to observe a meeting. Don't know where to go and do what after that.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch? Self-outing (shoot)? Rot and study at home huh? Perhaps It's time I should do that. But I also feel like renting a Piano studio tmr, not decided. Practicing at home can sometimes be annoying, esp when parents complain and nag. So sickening, maciam like tape recorder put on loudhailer placed beside my ear. Believe me. Sometimes when they complain/nag, I'll deliberately play louder that I can feel the hammer really hitting the strings and then making nearby objects vibrate. Really! They do vibrate. And gheez, I seriously thnk that I'm progressively going deaf in my right hear. Lord have mercy om my ear. No wait, that sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say this in times of such tides. People never know how special someone is until they leave, but maybe sometimes its important to leave, so they are given that chance to see how special that someone really is. Never look back...Never regret...Never remember the people you've met. Never begin...And never end...Never say never when it comes to your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-361579152633715769?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/361579152633715769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=361579152633715769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/361579152633715769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/361579152633715769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-im-blogging-in-cool-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8645747460876219404</id><published>2009-04-23T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:34:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even the strongest may falter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, quite a day today. My mood swing phases are back, oh no!&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not scolding or yelling at anyone, not like last time when the mood was death like.&lt;br /&gt;Control(: Hmm, yeah. I kept quiet for the later part of the day, sorry to the two who sit beside me. Totally out of the blue and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun earlier though. Played handgames at the railing beside our class overlooking other classes. Haha, hilarious luh. We played concentration and catch the mouse. Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;I think we got the attention of people from the lower level classes, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Attention seeking much. Hey, it's not just me alright. It's the whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so engrossed in reading this book, "The Last Executioner", that I am half way through completion. And no, it's not a short story book with big spatial words. It's very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Not for the faint hearted though, but hard to let go of it. I got told off my teachers to stop reading. Haha, and I never read during lessons. I've finished reading "The Rape of Nanking".&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had POA Test on Partnership and Amalgamation today. And I bet you, I won't be one of the top.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm and guaranteed based on my instincts. I totally screwed up. I was prepared, but then suddenly went blank for no apparent reason. Plus, there were many adjustments, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other lessons were as normal, just that I was extremely quiet :\&lt;br /&gt;After school went to find Mrs Kang discuss some stuff, had to rebutt her and fight for some stuff to happen. I won some according to my terms, she vetoed and also advised me on changes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all is well so far, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test on History: Failure of Communism in USSR. Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna study and prepare for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part of me where I start to get complacent about my studies, and worst still,&lt;br /&gt;at the wrong time. Shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8645747460876219404?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8645747460876219404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8645747460876219404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8645747460876219404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8645747460876219404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-strongest-may-falter.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4627700130429903758</id><published>2009-04-22T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:03:01.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I get when I let my Heart win</title><content type='html'>English Language paper 1 today. I'm confident for letter writing, even though I think I didn't compare the points. Compo I chose question 3(Desperation). For once in a very long time, I have done a recall/biography type of style. And with words in the range of 600-700. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended my Wwss day at 10? LOL, bragging much.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, since the free period people don't have MT papers, we were free to go.&lt;br /&gt;But we chose to stay and wait for friends. Yeah, unfortunately for me, I have another 2 sets of papers in the late afternoon. Went to Jwss for paper 1&amp;amp;2 tamil. Can't be bothered much for paper1 but confident enough for paper 2, wow right. And I'm assuming there won't be any tamil lessons till the end of the Mye season at school. Hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after exams, went to JP to meet brother and then we met housemates except Dale.&lt;br /&gt;She went to study with Penelope. Yeah, so we just hung out. Saw Mrs Kang there with someone else, she was of course, terrfied to see us there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates went home, and then brother and I went to library+Yamaha.&lt;br /&gt;Now just reach home after bathing and eating. (Improper phrasing, apologies)&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed 2 books:D Under his card, lol. He can expect fines in a months time. Hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;No luh, can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal thursday tmr, shoot. POA test tmr on Partnership, Amalgamation, AND Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;All the best, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces. Dad, I pray to you lifting my troubles and worries. I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had. Trust in the lord, for he shall make your path and of your loved one's straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4627700130429903758?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4627700130429903758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4627700130429903758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4627700130429903758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4627700130429903758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-what-i-get-when-i-let-my-heart.html' title='That&apos;s what I get when I let my Heart win'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5592537083097183976</id><published>2009-04-21T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:19:35.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Only just later part of today, I was told that my Tamil Paper 1 and 2 will be held tmr -.-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! And No, I'm not pissed because the teacher didn't tell me, I don't give a damn anyways, but because I may have plans after my English paper 1 at school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shite!&lt;br /&gt;I need to prepare myself for English paper 1 tmr, and also do my POA homework.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, and there's a POA test. Praise the lord, hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care much bout tamil though. I had my oral test today.&lt;br /&gt;'Cher said I was better than the express people in reading, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But conversation, can bang wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not bad, painful moments of laughter, yet again. Audrey! Mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, free period, went to hall; standard. Watched people doing the napfa and then also joined 3g for some time. Then after that, our PE time came. Had shuttle run. My time was 10secs flat.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing much? Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while waiting, some of us played some sit-down games. Like concentration and some others.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the pictures and videos that were taken using Aud's cam. Wait for her to transfer to me uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lessons were cool too. History, had laughs alot.&lt;br /&gt;Then for Chemistry, Mrs Chow came in again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, alright. Pee-pole! Good luck for tmrw's paper yeah! All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simply amazing, on my knees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5592537083097183976?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5592537083097183976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5592537083097183976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5592537083097183976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5592537083097183976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-what-only-just-later-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6230369643566655961</id><published>2009-04-20T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:00:47.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Used to Rule The World.</title><content type='html'>School was a blast, lovin it. Happy to say, I wasn't affected much by the Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast before coming to school, and yes, It's rare for me to have breakfast before coming to school. Perhaps that's why I was feeling hyper. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Suharty is on one week MC so yeah, SS lessons are unfortunately, are being relieved by other teachers. Great. Ms Sim wasn't in school today too. So Mrs Chow came to relieve us :]&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when Principals teach. I understood more when Mrs Chow teach, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;She's effective, haha. I miss Ms Laura Lau's teachings though. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had moments of painful laughter today, thanks Audrey and JingHui. Lol, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember clearly now what we were laughing about, but yes, it was somehow a remedy to the blues. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lessons went on as usual. Then after school met RongFan and Leon, Amirul was there too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then went to GP Mac and homed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's feeling the stress of examinations, like way critical.&lt;br /&gt;I, happy/sad? to say that I am not really much of a fuss. Call it overconfidence if you may.&lt;br /&gt;I just call it plain lazybum-ness. Someone please kick and punch me, softly, hahha!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I MUST revise! I have targets to achieve okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push-ball tmr, sickening. Haha, just don't like it. But hey, I'd rather have it than running, cse my leg haven't recover fully, which is much more sickening. Freakin damn it. It's giving my blunt pains as I speak now. Tsk so hard that it echoed -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to improve on my narrative compositions. Chester is always doing argumentative.&lt;br /&gt;And almost all of the time, the only one in the class doing argumentative -.-&lt;br /&gt;Worst still, I need sound support for my stance in the essay. So I need narrative essense to back me up just in case I can't. Audrey Help:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6230369643566655961?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6230369643566655961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6230369643566655961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6230369643566655961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6230369643566655961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-used-to-rule-world.html' title='When I Used to Rule The World.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6145656288249023182</id><published>2009-04-19T11:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:22:22.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures as promised, First up would be pics taken on Awards/POP Evening ,&lt;br /&gt;and then followed by JZ's birthday. Only some pics posted uh, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audtoh, this has 45k words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0WBOg4EI/AAAAAAAABYk/RyxELcvXYtQ/s1600-h/DSC05916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326267799698464834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0WBOg4EI/AAAAAAAABYk/RyxELcvXYtQ/s200/DSC05916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0V_2L1hI/AAAAAAAABYc/OLZ74ABJZGM/s1600-h/DSC05919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326267799327987218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0V_2L1hI/AAAAAAAABYc/OLZ74ABJZGM/s200/DSC05919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0ViG8orI/AAAAAAAABYU/9G-QKfP1gtU/s1600-h/DSC05923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326267791345230514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0ViG8orI/AAAAAAAABYU/9G-QKfP1gtU/s200/DSC05923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0VboexOI/AAAAAAAABYM/hn7gYNvRAFQ/s1600-h/DSC05937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326267789606831330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0VboexOI/AAAAAAAABYM/hn7gYNvRAFQ/s200/DSC05937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0VNOsOyI/AAAAAAAABYE/GoTwR727OHw/s1600-h/DSC05939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326267785740565282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seq0VNOsOyI/AAAAAAAABYE/GoTwR727OHw/s200/DSC05939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqwlKrwzVI/AAAAAAAABX8/lf9vnEWfrCk/s1600-h/DSC05946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326263661888589138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqwlKrwzVI/AAAAAAAABX8/lf9vnEWfrCk/s200/DSC05946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqwk40vEcI/AAAAAAAABX0/DTdc-WrQwoM/s1600-h/DSC05978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326263657094386114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqwk40vEcI/AAAAAAAABX0/DTdc-WrQwoM/s200/DSC05978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqwk-057eI/AAAAAAAABXs/s1-fyLqkxYc/s1600-h/DSC05984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326263658705710562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqwk-057eI/AAAAAAAABXs/s1-fyLqkxYc/s200/DSC05984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqwkvHmLuI/AAAAAAAABXk/LrtS_WPMjCA/s1600-h/DSC06002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326263654489140962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqwkvHmLuI/AAAAAAAABXk/LrtS_WPMjCA/s200/DSC06002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqwkbc4nBI/AAAAAAAABXc/atgMJVbofes/s1600-h/DSC06003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326263649209719826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqwkbc4nBI/AAAAAAAABXc/atgMJVbofes/s200/DSC06003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqtpFS8OsI/AAAAAAAABXU/GsNM52biHXs/s1600-h/DSC06004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326260430626896578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqtpFS8OsI/AAAAAAAABXU/GsNM52biHXs/s200/DSC06004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqtpCmXJ8I/AAAAAAAABXM/IM-EAwz6KT8/s1600-h/DSC06011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326260429903046594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqtpCmXJ8I/AAAAAAAABXM/IM-EAwz6KT8/s200/DSC06011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqto_mLOMI/AAAAAAAABXE/6QllwVitFbg/s1600-h/DSC06014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326260429096958146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqto_mLOMI/AAAAAAAABXE/6QllwVitFbg/s200/DSC06014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqtoito8uI/AAAAAAAABW8/3dgP_Ulr66Y/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326260421343638242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqtoito8uI/AAAAAAAABW8/3dgP_Ulr66Y/s200/DSC06016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqtoL-bLZI/AAAAAAAABW0/b-F49mHyV10/s1600-h/DSC06021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326260415240023442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqtoL-bLZI/AAAAAAAABW0/b-F49mHyV10/s200/DSC06021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsPbHZQmI/AAAAAAAABWs/dlTxvuPKQUE/s1600-h/DSC06026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258890295820898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsPbHZQmI/AAAAAAAABWs/dlTxvuPKQUE/s200/DSC06026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsPPjr0sI/AAAAAAAABWk/ZZ4SWh9whxo/s1600-h/DSC06033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258887193252546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsPPjr0sI/AAAAAAAABWk/ZZ4SWh9whxo/s200/DSC06033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsPALZuTI/AAAAAAAABWc/ZwkOnGkCDlE/s1600-h/DSC06045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258883064871218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsPALZuTI/AAAAAAAABWc/ZwkOnGkCDlE/s200/DSC06045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsOo1GsBI/AAAAAAAABWU/ThSLIn5ssis/s1600-h/DSC06048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258876797333522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsOo1GsBI/AAAAAAAABWU/ThSLIn5ssis/s200/DSC06048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsOjz2XvI/AAAAAAAABWM/qEA5PUG5ve8/s1600-h/DSC06051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258875449892594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqsOjz2XvI/AAAAAAAABWM/qEA5PUG5ve8/s200/DSC06051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day of JZ's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqqyag-YqI/AAAAAAAABWA/6Y_iagLJxwM/s1600-h/DSC05802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326257292406842018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqqyag-YqI/AAAAAAAABWA/6Y_iagLJxwM/s200/DSC05802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqqxtCIJkI/AAAAAAAABVs/nw5UHQuWnso/s1600-h/DSC05807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326257280197862978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqqxtCIJkI/AAAAAAAABVs/nw5UHQuWnso/s200/DSC05807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqqx9h4oEI/AAAAAAAABV0/xgWIPpBQ2LA/s1600-h/DSC05803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326257284626030658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqqx9h4oEI/AAAAAAAABV0/xgWIPpBQ2LA/s200/DSC05803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqqxJy9LiI/AAAAAAAABVk/e6aul50vdGA/s1600-h/DSC05812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326257270738988578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqqxJy9LiI/AAAAAAAABVk/e6aul50vdGA/s200/DSC05812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqqxILgOlI/AAAAAAAABVc/akf5BXdLj8c/s1600-h/DSC05815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326257270305077842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SeqqxILgOlI/AAAAAAAABVc/akf5BXdLj8c/s200/DSC05815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp67agu6I/AAAAAAAABVU/feS2KuO-7wI/s1600-h/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256339165428642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp67agu6I/AAAAAAAABVU/feS2KuO-7wI/s200/DSC05817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp6ph0UxI/AAAAAAAABVM/fH25cWaj7Uk/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256334364234514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp6ph0UxI/AAAAAAAABVM/fH25cWaj7Uk/s200/DSC05819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp6YcHHQI/AAAAAAAABVE/Q0dITuBoIZs/s1600-h/DSC05826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256329776897282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp6YcHHQI/AAAAAAAABVE/Q0dITuBoIZs/s200/DSC05826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp6C-usII/AAAAAAAABU8/6g8FMubGQL0/s1600-h/DSC05828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256324016517250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp6C-usII/AAAAAAAABU8/6g8FMubGQL0/s200/DSC05828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp51ZcUOI/AAAAAAAABU0/zwqRkd-TLEU/s1600-h/DSC05834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326256320370462946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqp51ZcUOI/AAAAAAAABU0/zwqRkd-TLEU/s200/DSC05834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Seqo6R8z_EI/AAAAAAAABUs/QTuBxsnT6fs/s1600-h/DSC05839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; 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Sparks, awesome stripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about time Singapore experiences snow? Good suggestion LS. Damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm somehow more concerned for the environment, gosh. What if it gets hotter in time to come, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt;! Global warming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maximus&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I won't be alive to watch the earth explode, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Lord have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt;, outing has been postponed. But hopefully it will be soon! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;Besides, exams are starting already. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps I'll start revising &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt;, shall start with Physics. I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Venice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. That was unnecessary and random, darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester, doubt you stand a chance. Worth fighting for, but wait.&lt;br /&gt;Reality check, what are you doing? Who the heck are you? Significant much? Even getting there? Getting hollow.&lt;br /&gt;In silence I wanted to be your friend at first, In silence I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;In silence I miss you so much, In silence you’re in my heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;In silence I want to be with you, In silence I want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;In silence I want to see your smile, In silence I don’t want to lose you in my sight.&lt;br /&gt;In silence I want to say hello or hi, In silence I admire you so much.&lt;br /&gt;The silence continues, And so does this game.&lt;br /&gt;What's worst is I know that I'm the only one to blame. It's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It's because of what I did and didn't do, and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;What I've heard for some time, You don't say anything&lt;br /&gt;And at times, I don't know what's on your mind. You leave behind silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6227057350790432500?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6227057350790432500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6227057350790432500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6227057350790432500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6227057350790432500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/coupled-with-fate.html' title='Coupled with Fate.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2980351959296184321</id><published>2009-04-18T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:27:01.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a freakin long day.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to KFC GP to eat lunch and, cse of eating there, I went broke&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the day. Good Job, Chester. Yeah, Bro walked with us there.&lt;br /&gt;He had stomachaches for like the whole day, then he went home. He's supposed to go for his extra lessons though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after eating. Me and Dale went back to school, Natasya's mom drove us there, while the rest went home. Don't ask why I chose to stay at school when I could be at home relaxing and refreshing. Yeah, Dale and I roamed around the whole school. Ouh, we wrote a big&lt;br /&gt;"GO AUDREY -5AC" at the motivational board beside the General office. Made it so outstanding, hahah, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to hall for Piano for like 1-2 hours? Haha, long considered that I'm playing in school.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then after that went down to cafe to see that some people are alr prep for the POP.&lt;br /&gt;I went up to meet Mrs Kang to discuss details of the farewell ceremony. Then went back down,&lt;br /&gt;everyone was prep-ed up by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP started soon after, I'm so happy for all of them uh. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Good job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After POP went to hall for awards day, the awardees area wasn't as stuffy as compared to those who were sitting in the classes, tg. Went up and received award for POA and Science, top for N level. Sweet huh, but if only I had top for Math. Then It'll be like, top for Math, POA, and Science. Coolness. Haha, nevermind, fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awards day went to cafe for reception. I went around taking so much food, not for me, but for JINGHUI -.- Go there so many times until people can tell me every detail on my face. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then Lun, C&amp;amp;D, and Brother came down soon after to have some refreshments as well.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I fetched food. Embarrassing much, lol. Nevermind uh :) They were hungry anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, truckloads of pics were taken. Shall sort the good ones and then post em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 2k6: I will be writing something for you. Shall pass it to you next week :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2980351959296184321?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2980351959296184321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2980351959296184321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2980351959296184321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2980351959296184321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8468206922374236744</id><published>2009-04-16T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:02:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday, It's amazing how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; would be calling an end to yet another school week. So fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was stunned to hear that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MYE&lt;/span&gt; English paper 1 is next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the argumentative topic is kind on me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cse&lt;/span&gt; I suck at narratives, to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I would rather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt; my essay than to write, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cse&lt;/span&gt; I have a tendency to just sleep while writing, wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened during lessons today, had laughs here and there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; Hui never come, and my not-so-wild guess of her reason would be that no one was there&lt;br /&gt;to wake her up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cse&lt;/span&gt; her parents are on a holiday for like 10 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JunZhi's&lt;/span&gt; birthday:)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday yeah! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, first to be tossed around 17 times, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coolio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GpMac&lt;/span&gt; to slack after leaving school at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 4-5+?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and homed at around 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards day and POP &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt; :}&lt;br /&gt;Classic bitter sweet situation. Would like to wish both outgoing and incoming leaders&lt;br /&gt;on their future endeavours. You contributions will not be forgotten, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and all the best to the incoming leads bestowed with responsibilities and duties.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have fun, no doubt(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards Day, since it's held in the evening, it clashes with my Piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yet another event to disrupt my music lessons, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of pictures have been taken today, not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;They will be uploaded as soon as possible. Hold on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8468206922374236744?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8468206922374236744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8468206922374236744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8468206922374236744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8468206922374236744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-its-amazing-how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-6831599591167671975</id><published>2009-04-15T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:10:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the minute of separation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/496/sandsoftimepreviewlj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img106.imageshack.us/img106/496/sandsoftimepreviewlj0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I seriously die-hard do not want History to repeat itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want my confidants to leave, stupid thoughts; but yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be honest and open, I actually teared a little and prayed to god &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before being hushed to post this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh or solemn if you want, it doesn't break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's either me and my out-of-this-world stupid imagination, or a premonition and possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see it repeating slowly. Why God does this happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this accoring to your ultimate almighty will? I trust you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not need another separation. I need them to be with me and me with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, not just a white elephant kinda show. I need to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that some of my friends from past are not as close like last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want this to happen to my MyConfidants and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT EVER WITH HOUSEMATES, and without question, NOT WITH MY BROTHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By all means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened just now with my form teacher made relit my thoughts on fragility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do what it takes to keep this together, all confidants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-6831599591167671975?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/6831599591167671975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=6831599591167671975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6831599591167671975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/6831599591167671975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/until-minute-of-separation.html' title='Until the minute of separation.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2115375375886303557</id><published>2009-04-15T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:50:24.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Though none go with me.</title><content type='html'>This day is full of surprises, and also laughter. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Our dear form teacher got into hyperventillation during lessons, the class started to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Hamran, Hui Lun and myself ran around to assist in all ways possible.&lt;br /&gt;The best the rest of the class could do was to just sit quiet and be solemn, which many did.&lt;br /&gt;She was admitted to hospital and discharged shortly after. May God be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to eat today, in line with saving money for outing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons nothing much, all routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got A1 for my math test, yay. And if you were thinking, yes, I did get the same score as Audrey, yet again. Annoying (much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA was alright, results for those selected to represent wwss for NAQ was out(:&lt;br /&gt;Did english grammar worksheet while the class did some POA correction, so not relavant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP/AWD rehearsal after school. I tell you, awards day rehearsal is oh-so-seriously-dead-boring. I went to POP rehearsal here and there when I had the chance. For rehearsals, I was picked by Mr Chan to act as the GOH to give out awards, how exciting -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended at 7, yep. Eventually went home with Dale. Dk where brother went, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I was half dead by then, really. Gosh. Even till now.&lt;br /&gt;Decision to fast for the day, coupled with high metablosim rate =&lt;br /&gt;Chester is living on his fats, and water. You can guess what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't practiced on my piano for two days, saddeningly sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek first to understand, then to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.&lt;br /&gt;For that the language is not in words, but acts and meanings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2115375375886303557?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2115375375886303557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2115375375886303557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2115375375886303557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2115375375886303557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/though-none-go-with-me.html' title='Though none go with me.'/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-8124029478691496437</id><published>2009-04-14T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:37:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mid Year examinations are supernear, ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes, and Chester needs and must study/revise for the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the weaker chapters, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, before that, one more outing pleaseee. It most prob shall be the last&lt;br /&gt;before the exams are in and intensive revision lessons. Man I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellish day I had; long hours (Tamil lessons even after supplementary)&lt;br /&gt;Not one of you can tolerate my standard tuesdays, let us bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was free periodd (o.0?)&lt;br /&gt;Went to hall to watch people having PE and also piano. Had some fun while watching,&lt;br /&gt;joke around with FP buds, haha. Jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by PE, sit and reach. Those who had nothing to do, we joined in a circle&lt;br /&gt;and played The CONCENTRATION Game :D Hahaha! so coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, nothing much. Ouh yah. Omgawd you won't believe what happened with JingHui today.&lt;br /&gt;And Unfortunately, yes, UNFORTUNATELY is placed on emphasis, I was involved, in her hoohah. While I was changing alone in gents, she came to the cubicle beside me and changed her clothes too -.- OMG, haha what happened next is hilarious. Ask on. Hhaaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS nothing much, but History we had a debate.&lt;br /&gt;The class was split into two. 29 out of 37 students chose to fight in the proposition team.&lt;br /&gt;The remainding 8 people, including myself, chose to Oppose the motion.&lt;br /&gt;How brave are we, come on tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion: Communism is doomed to fail in USSR.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the tough fight we put up with 29 students, and with only 8 members,&lt;br /&gt;we were awesome-ingly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kumar described the class situation at that time.&lt;br /&gt;The democratic people were acting like monkeys and were fighting among themselves to rebutt our points, And he said that We, the opposing team, were so steady and systematic. He compared me to Stalin and my teammates as generals. LOL. Hard to decribe why, ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, school ended not long after, then went for tamil lessons, hurah.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really do much, I continued my read on The Rape of Nanking instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh, can predict it's gonna be a hell long day tmr; Rehearsals Rehearsals Rehearsal -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-8124029478691496437?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/8124029478691496437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=8124029478691496437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8124029478691496437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/8124029478691496437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/mid-year-examinations-are-supernear.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4681362059363706822</id><published>2009-04-13T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:16:25.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{edits-}&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna do this at the coming weekend outing with some loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I shall annoy people, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when in a lift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Attempt to hypnotize the other passengers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Bring a chair along&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Call out, “Group hug!” and enforce it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Hum the theme from Mission Impossible with my eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darting around the elevator&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You’re one of THEM!” and move to the far corner of the elevator&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on random occassions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Accuse innocent people of "glue sniffing addictions" in public&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Announce when I'm going to the washroom&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;As people talk, smell their shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Block the entrances of elevators, buses, and subways&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;strong&gt;Call every girl I know "dude".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edited-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whimsical time during school curriculum time I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed til I felt like my stomache was gonna fall from my butt.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, most credit thrown to my two seating hoo-hahs.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH left and right; Audrey and Jing Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyGoodness, when JingHui sleeps in class. It will the only peace I have during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Else, it's the circus let loose (no joke). But wait, Audrey is sitting on my left.&lt;br /&gt;So even when JH sleeps, I still have another smart clown ._. to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;What a life man... But still, its all and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, Mdm Fauziah didn't return the test. She was too tired, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, the results will be out tmr. I'm sooo gonna beat Audrey,&lt;br /&gt;we both have the same marks EVERYTIME even though&lt;br /&gt;I sit kilometres away from her during the test, gheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, nothing much. I was some sort of Ms Lee's A.teacher (A. not = ASS)? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me bout it, but I know you guys won't bother. So, heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT Free Period, went to hall to play badminton. Man it feels so good. The free period+Bad-ton.&lt;br /&gt;People! Many of you think I'm not into sports right?! Haha, too bad the sports that you are into may not be my kinda thing. Then again, it goes down to Persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Awards day and POP rehearsal after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr I have what? Road-run? Thank you much to the planners -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long day tmr, PLUS tamil lessons. Gawwwd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting on people around me to bring me laughing to my knees again! Haha,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this by myself when I'm normal. Yes, normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people in my msn fav list not online uh, annoying. It's either they block me (stares)&lt;br /&gt;or they simply hate coming online. I need to refresh my life. I need to refresh my life, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You marvel me with something almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4681362059363706822?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4681362059363706822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4681362059363706822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4681362059363706822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4681362059363706822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/whimsical-time-during-school-curriculum.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3677527547802117100</id><published>2009-04-12T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:12:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is changing my blogskin considered achieving something for today?&lt;br /&gt;If not, I seriously am becoming a couch potato; Without the fats that is. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone(: Rediscover faith, religion, and the human devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. If you STILL haven't noticed til this line, I have changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yes, now you know. Wonder why I like solid colors? I ask myself this too.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I know, I dislike LIMEGREEN, PINK, PURPLE, ouh and STRONG NEON.&lt;br /&gt;All else is fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule check: It's Freakin damn April already. Why.&lt;br /&gt;6 months to graduation and O levels, exciting max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to drop out with me? No one? Alright, I'm back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered,&lt;br /&gt;Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?&lt;br /&gt;Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to recall if I have any homework due tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;Do we? Fellow Cupids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards Day/POP rehearsal tmr, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah... Monday blues are a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chester,&lt;br /&gt;Are you silently in love, With someone you may never have?&lt;br /&gt;So close you can touch her hand. Yet, so far to feel her heart?&lt;br /&gt;You are living this feeling in pretense. Quietly loving without any condition?&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of love that's unknown. Hushing it, not knowing for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does thinking of her feel so right? Your heart smiles everytime she's at sight.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her sweet voice makes your day. Hope you can hug her in a special way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3677527547802117100?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3677527547802117100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3677527547802117100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3677527547802117100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3677527547802117100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-changing-my-blogskin-considered.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4603139060422822539</id><published>2009-04-11T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:51:58.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post, I just came back from this mini-outing with Brother and Nat.&lt;br /&gt;Dale met us after her mini-outing with Penelope. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went to JP only uh, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of laughs, glad everyone enjoyed and felt like we never see each other for years,&lt;br /&gt;including brother too. Haha ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next outing will be very soon(:&lt;br /&gt;Here we come! And this time, pictures are a definite.&lt;br /&gt;Better have close outings now than later cse exams are comin up, great extentage killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, tmr's Sunday, duh. I actually thought tmr would be Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy sounding, but I miss school to the bit. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how I would miss school when the holidays come.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, correction. There won't be much holidays for graduating students,&lt;br /&gt;how could I think that ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr shall be a day for me to revert back to studying, wow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna climb and get back what was initally mine people.&lt;br /&gt;So help me god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday tmrw, Happy easter, finally. Haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4603139060422822539?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4603139060422822539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4603139060422822539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4603139060422822539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4603139060422822539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-readers-short-post-i-just-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1209687324341109687</id><published>2009-04-10T18:24:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:03:14.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;READERS BE WARNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS A HEAVY ENTRY OF HIGHLY SATURATED AND VIVID PICTURES MENTIONED FROM THE PREVIOUS POST. EXPRESSIONS OF PEOPLE'S FACES IN THE PICTURES MAY CAUSE CARDIAC ARREST TO THOSE OF WEAK HEART&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s:&lt;br /&gt;AudToh! If a picture paints a thousand words..&lt;br /&gt;Mann this is a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sd80fo5rqXI/AAAAAAAABS0/p8Nx66LMRwA/s1600-h/DSC05473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323031002735159666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sd80fo5rqXI/AAAAAAAABS0/p8Nx66LMRwA/s200/DSC05473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sd80fEsi7VI/AAAAAAAABSs/pG5etYx8DP4/s1600-h/DSC05487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323030993016384850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sd80fEsi7VI/AAAAAAAABSs/pG5etYx8DP4/s200/DSC05487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sd80ewr6zZI/AAAAAAAABSk/K6DNMOI_SlE/s1600-h/DSC05508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323030987645046162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sd80ewr6zZI/AAAAAAAABSk/K6DNMOI_SlE/s200/DSC05508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Normal thursday but school had mass early dismissal to give time allowance for Cross Country! Haha. It's the graduating batch's last one though. Gonna miss it,&lt;br /&gt;even though I don't like it. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I can tell you we took hell loads of pictures yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Dont' wanna upload all of em here though, maybe all in facebook but selected ones here(:&lt;br /&gt;Met up with housemates at jp and then went to Chinese garden.&lt;br /&gt;We were so high by then, seriously. At and one point I just instantly felt sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am very weird and abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, sec 5 only got 8 people in line. Pathetic maximus okay.&lt;br /&gt;And finally the rest came, phew. Gone are the thoughts of having only 2 sec5 boys running.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and the event started not long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally upper sec guys time to run. Was at the front of the heap, but then yeah, I slowed down around the end. Wasted, but yeah. It was worth it. Haha, congrats to those who have received awards! Very happy for them, really. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after the event we stayed back and literally camwhored with almost all teachers and us.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, will upload some of the best here, not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to jp after that to eat dinner and walk around. Homed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is Good Friday people!(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year this time I went to City harvest for service.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm going this year): I love the service and performances,&lt;br /&gt;but then, sigh. Idk how to put it to words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3416213498522004831?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3416213498522004831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3416213498522004831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3416213498522004831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3416213498522004831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-weird-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3942631684812038418</id><published>2009-04-08T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:01:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, I feel like quitting school and going into full time music.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I may not be at the top of the heap, I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of everything already; studies and responsibilities although I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Passion for music just surpasses what I is expected from a typical son.&lt;br /&gt;I am my own and my destiny is in the hands of my dad above. It is in the moments in my decisions that I mould my destiny too. Now I have regrets about what I did during my childhood music education, damn myself. Only myself to blame, funny story but still If only I knew what was going on with the world. I wouldn't be here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, if I didn't make that decision, I wouldn't be here, where I am, doing what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;I may have not meet the people whom I know. I may not have grown close to those who I confide in now. And I thank dad for being with me along the way even though I didn't realize his presence most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week already had many tests. I somehow have confidence in what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;Will inform you of the results when they come super soon.&lt;br /&gt;Had POA and SS test today though, didn't study much but felt that I was able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Well then again, results will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess today went to babygrand, Brother met me there soon after. Scared me from the back.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, he has this fetish of imagining me running bare naked with my hands up.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of fantasies does he have! Of all possibilities, it haddd to be me running bare -.-&lt;br /&gt;Thanks uh! Haha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school went for CCA. Don't wanna talk much bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smoothly and I was happy with the NCOs, but&lt;br /&gt;some stuff happened in between and after the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;People need to think rationally at times, don't regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Brother and Taufik, was mostly quiet all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Was in a state of deep thinking, so Bro and Tau were talking lor, I just listen and grin when call.&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, Cross country is tmrw. I would rather get food poisoning than to run. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, I miss your cupcakes that you baked on th day before valentines.&lt;br /&gt;I know, random. But yes, it stays with me. Haha(: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3422092913_562d0a637e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3422092913_562d0a637e.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/241772965_34af9b5807.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/94/241772965_34af9b5807.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3942631684812038418?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3942631684812038418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3942631684812038418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3942631684812038418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3942631684812038418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/ladies-and-gentlemen-i-feel-like_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-423010110059544975</id><published>2009-04-07T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:01:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin and aunt from Malaysia are over, has been some time since.&lt;br /&gt;I just miss my granny who couldn't make it here. Too cubersome to go through all the checks,&lt;br /&gt;even though she can still walk perfectly. Gosh I love her so much,&lt;br /&gt;I spent my baby days with her, as in she raised me up while my parents went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Look what times now have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rev-up briefing was okay. I don't wanna run :( I shall see how uh.&lt;br /&gt;First 1 hour of school was free period, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Went to hall to slack(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played piano too, I couldn't play that loud,&lt;br /&gt;later teacher complain I disrupt their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Best time to play is after school or when no PE being held.&lt;br /&gt;I made my own song while slacking too, haha, random uh. Maybe I'll improve on it.&lt;br /&gt;My very own, haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, PE I passed my standing broad jump.&lt;br /&gt;While the rest re-took whatever, the guys play catching and iceman. Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 5, believable. This is an epitome of deceiving ages. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess ate with Nat, Lun, Mr Michael, MsSu, and MdmAz.&lt;br /&gt;We literally laughed our ass out, talking bout all sorts of crazy people and their doings.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha! Omgoodness, really! I had no appetite cse of it, I wasted food ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lessons were as usual. Of course with our crazy culture. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/-Extract from Aud's blog:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest: Zit you short or cannot on? (To miche abt the air con)&lt;br /&gt;FT: Don't be so mean&lt;br /&gt;Chest: I was just asking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what question i asked..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was just asking!!&lt;br /&gt;Chest: Yea! Don't know what's wrong with ppl these days&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya lor.FT: Huh purple? (people)&lt;br /&gt;FT: (Talking to Chest) You like purple?&lt;br /&gt;Miche: (Unintentionally) Purple is international GAY colour (On repeat)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY* Inside joke la huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest, now it's scientific proven that you're gay YAYYa and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I told Jy miche called you gay and the math lesson&lt;br /&gt;Chest: *Diao* and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Me: HA-HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day..&lt;br /&gt;Chest: I read your blog before going to sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh my blog bedtime story or what!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new classmate in class, he(r) name is Audester!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYAnd (s)he is definitely not gay YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/- Extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness Audrey! Haha, you remember word for word?!&lt;br /&gt;I think you were asking MsHaty about the slide colors. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I played piano after tamil lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I put my feelings into it, felt so great. Hahah,&lt;br /&gt;seriously. When all words fail, music speaks(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-423010110059544975?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/423010110059544975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=423010110059544975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/423010110059544975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/423010110059544975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-cousin-and-aunt-from-malaysia-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4418719339860362243</id><published>2009-04-06T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:41:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chester, you should be revising now. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you are alr in the motivation phase.&lt;br /&gt;At least you are alr motivated, but no action. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't mind my self talk. I do that most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;Weird, spooky and crazy. Heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Suharti showed us her O level cert, O level studying timetable,&lt;br /&gt;her motivation letters to herself, and some other private stuff. Only us, the form class know. Haha, kinda boosted my morale. I don't know how, but yes. I can achieve that. I will:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test and English test results have been obtained.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat disappointing for a person of my standard, no brag and boast.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it's tough. Main factor to losing out: Only I shall know, and act upon it.&lt;br /&gt;It's within me, sooo it can be eliminated. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test yet to be returned, earliest would be next Monday. Great&lt;br /&gt;Now this is fun, seriously. I don't know why I am so anticipating them,&lt;br /&gt;but I have 4 tests that I know of coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA - Incomplete records&lt;br /&gt;POA  - Partnership/Amalgamation&lt;br /&gt;SS - SEQ Impacts of terrorism&lt;br /&gt;History - SBQ Cold War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, can't wait. Bounce up and down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so nerd now ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today was a joy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who aims at excellence will be above mediocrity; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who aims at mediocrity will be far short of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burmese Saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Because everything we say and do is the length and shadow of our own souls, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our influence is determined by the quality of our being." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale E. Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4418719339860362243?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4418719339860362243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4418719339860362243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4418719339860362243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4418719339860362243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/chester-you-should-be-revising-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-5704195500410081959</id><published>2009-04-05T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:35:42.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out just now, so hilarious cse I kept telling stories of my cousins. Will share more with confidants when I'm with you guys, lmao. Great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, school tmrw. Kinda excited but something is just stopping me. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the homework, for once I really feel unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;I think I left my math homework under my desk, good job Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures as promised, snapped on Izzyan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get the pictures from those birthday celebs that we have done so far.&lt;br /&gt;More celebs to come of course, it's still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures speak, and only hear the good stuff please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJmtLv2I/AAAAAAAABLU/3cxbbUqXIkE/s1600-h/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226325607563106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJmtLv2I/AAAAAAAABLU/3cxbbUqXIkE/s200/DSC05377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJvuomAI/AAAAAAAABLc/sw58b4ASGzo/s1600-h/DSC05379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226328029566978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJvuomAI/AAAAAAAABLc/sw58b4ASGzo/s200/DSC05379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea what we were lmao-ing at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I wanna take picture with Dale, look who other came. Hahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJzmnp6I/AAAAAAAABLk/MSlZzfzZIqM/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226329069692834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJzmnp6I/AAAAAAAABLk/MSlZzfzZIqM/s200/DSC05384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJ_nbsJI/AAAAAAAABLs/e7B1FK39yA0/s1600-h/DSC05388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226332294328466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJ_nbsJI/AAAAAAAABLs/e7B1FK39yA0/s200/DSC05388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class from the whiteboard, impressing how we are so everready for photo opps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJ_-dKTI/AAAAAAAABL0/IBiWFSD7EwY/s1600-h/DSC05400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226332390893874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJ_-dKTI/AAAAAAAABL0/IBiWFSD7EwY/s200/DSC05400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMSsfUvPI/AAAAAAAABL8/5dbpm3dOsW8/s1600-h/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227581290495218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMSsfUvPI/AAAAAAAABL8/5dbpm3dOsW8/s200/DSC05405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is how mine and dale's middle row looks like from the back, oooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surprise, voila. Standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMS3qIgMI/AAAAAAAABME/bkp158T1C-M/s1600-h/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227584288620738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMS3qIgMI/AAAAAAAABME/bkp158T1C-M/s200/DSC05410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMS40a7OI/AAAAAAAABMM/I4K2Z9sciKU/s1600-h/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227584600206562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMS40a7OI/AAAAAAAABMM/I4K2Z9sciKU/s200/DSC05416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting the birthday girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and her gift from the class :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjM-CnTq2I/AAAAAAAABMk/JGv5Qbt7aFY/s1600-h/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321228325963934562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjM-CnTq2I/AAAAAAAABMk/JGv5Qbt7aFY/s200/DSC05462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMTLn2g_I/AAAAAAAABMU/r9MJiNrTWi0/s1600-h/DSC05418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227589647762418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMTLn2g_I/AAAAAAAABMU/r9MJiNrTWi0/s200/DSC05418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another group pic, omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the class pic ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMTJvpHsI/AAAAAAAABMc/zsCZodOwPaY/s1600-h/DSC05455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227589143568066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjMTJvpHsI/AAAAAAAABMc/zsCZodOwPaY/s200/DSC05455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dale and I, leading the folks to a revolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-5704195500410081959?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/5704195500410081959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=5704195500410081959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5704195500410081959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/5704195500410081959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-idea-what-we-were-lmao-ing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/SdjLJmtLv2I/AAAAAAAABLU/3cxbbUqXIkE/s72-c/DSC05377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2274063896909970367</id><published>2009-04-04T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:47:54.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have th mood to post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Very tired, really. I slept early, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was somehow monotonous yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;History - Mr Kumar left early for seminar. Left to do assignment.&lt;br /&gt;English - Compre test ._.&lt;br /&gt;Math - Congruency revision test&lt;br /&gt;Recess - Didn't eat&lt;br /&gt;Physics, when we ended lessons, we took class photos again with Mr Chng's webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Haty joined in cse she was just next door. Haha, finally a full strength pic with webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, I'll get the pics soon and upload em yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me face for awards day rehearsal. I'm the 121'th awardee/seat.&lt;br /&gt;What a wait for my turn uh. Yeah, wasn't much of a rehearsal cse Badminton folks were using&lt;br /&gt;the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went for POP rehearsal. Nope, I'm not in it.&lt;br /&gt;But my daughters and I are aides to Mr Chua, if I can put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Dale was helping Shaun with his commanding. Dale is the best uh at commands.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, uber sound barrier shattering voice when she's at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chip looked into the procedures and mainly everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were reminded of our POP. We didn't have the chance to do the parade,&lt;br /&gt;cse of mother nature. We rehearsed so hard and perfected it, but then, it had to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, let's see if it will rain this year. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, left school at around 5+ rushed home to prepare for Piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like changing my teacher, cse sometimes I go lessons, waste time -.-&lt;br /&gt;No solemn studies at times, ticking me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Nothing much right? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I know, how arid and mundane can my life get, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me to live up to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels are coming up, and fast. It's April! Can you believe it? Lord have mercy uh.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get less than 12 points. No wait, I NEED to get less than 12 points.&lt;br /&gt;Optimum? 10 points for my choice courses.&lt;br /&gt;It's about strategy too yeah. Haha, I don't wanna suffer due to a burnout.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work according to my pace, smartly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not much competitors too.&lt;br /&gt;Ken said he has many competitors in POA, the list includes me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, List. Haha, around more than 8 people alone in sec5 POA class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine, Some of those in his list I don't find them threat.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do it, I will do it. So my list? 3-4 people only.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, weird. I'm not being pompous though, If that's what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, it's the final lap. It's the grand stage, and it's on me with others.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of laps, I'm not in top form for the upcoming X-country.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should, relatively speaking, chicken out eh? Haha. Nah,&lt;br /&gt;I can do this. Matter of lazy or taking up as a challenge. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced Piano for 3-4 hours today :}&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more to come later, haha. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall update if something provocative comes up.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2274063896909970367?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2274063896909970367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2274063896909970367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2274063896909970367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2274063896909970367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/greetings-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-7404597046763312645</id><published>2009-04-03T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:51:49.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thought of being with you tomorrow gives me the strength to go on today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you without fear&lt;br /&gt;Trust you without questioning&lt;br /&gt;Need you without demanding&lt;br /&gt;Want you without restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Accept you without change&lt;br /&gt;Desire you without inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted, shal post more tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-7404597046763312645?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/7404597046763312645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=7404597046763312645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7404597046763312645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/7404597046763312645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/thought-of-being-with-you-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-9210543540954461971</id><published>2009-04-02T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:31:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If I know what love is, it is because of You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day at school today was adventitous, no joke. Maybe perhaps everyday uh.&lt;br /&gt;During contact time, we did English summary practice, hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Then after pledge-ing and stuff, English again. Rightt.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't that bad, MISS LEE had to embarass me infront of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that she's my competitor in English? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;The followed by POA. Mind wander off but was able to understand 80%.&lt;br /&gt;Efficiency is there, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go down for recess, save money and part fast.&lt;br /&gt;Stay in class and slack, was trying to revise for physics test, but of course,&lt;br /&gt;there always had to be something distracting; OVER distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've heard screams from 1030-1100am, then yeah. It's coming from 5a.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised, we are very unpredictable and wild at times. Ask the teachers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lessons were as normal, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Break time ate prata. Chester, Big deal?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yeah then went for practical at chem lab and then SS lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Haty dismissed us wayy early, yay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left school at around 4+, walk walk then bro was behind us.&lt;br /&gt;So sudden, yeah so he walked with us. Then walk and bused home,&lt;br /&gt;slept for 3hours straight. Yes! Finally I caught up with my sleep debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday tmrw, man. Time really flies past fast, very fast.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a grip on it quick before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-9210543540954461971?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/9210543540954461971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=9210543540954461971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/9210543540954461971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/9210543540954461971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-1143422568776171648</id><published>2009-04-01T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:50:11.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoot, I didn't blog yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, had road run for rev up. I donated 0.05$ for returning to school within stipulated time.&lt;br /&gt;Big achievement much ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzyan's birthday yesterday:)&lt;br /&gt;And as custom, our class will celebrate. Yes, celebrate EACH CLASSMATE'S birthday.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet are we right? Ilovemyclassmax. The best chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PE lessons, NAFA test. I hate standing broad jump.&lt;br /&gt;Idk how to explain, but yes. I'm anti-standing broad jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, tamil lessons after school. What a life.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for almost the whole lesson, yes. Good job Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today lessons as normal.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting, duh. Had CCA after school.&lt;br /&gt;Mygoodness, chaotic again. And again, seniors and teacher had to step it to do damage control.&lt;br /&gt;Sec3s, please wake up alright. You will be in official power few weeks alr. Please.&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, didn't go home with bro today. He remained back a while more.&lt;br /&gt;So I went with daughters and lun. Haha, yeah, then 185 bus-ed home :}&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, thursday. Great. And there's Physics test, just what I needed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-1143422568776171648?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/1143422568776171648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=1143422568776171648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1143422568776171648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/1143422568776171648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoot-i-didnt-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-2909503558223061416</id><published>2009-03-30T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:27:05.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday blues wasn't that bad, wasn't really affected:]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went to school a usual. Routine already uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more interested in the book which Ms Fong loaned to me,&lt;br /&gt;titled, The road to lost innocence. Very intersting, this woman tells her story about being&lt;br /&gt;in prostitution in Cambodia. She eventually turned to be a woman who saved girls and women&lt;br /&gt;like herself from the atrocities of prostitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary school day, no big happenings or such.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm asking the obvious. School? Much big happenings? Wake up Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my Chemistry test results, not bad. Compare to the masses, it is utter disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Fauziah didn't come for lessons today, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;It's so sickening. Worst still, the Ten-Year series for all subjects are not out yet.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cse they're still waiting for copyright approval.&lt;br /&gt;Much thanks to those who delayed uh.&lt;br /&gt;Our morale for the international exams has been dampened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to eat with brother, yong jie, and luqman at Kenny's.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah. The bro and I went Piano-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, honestly, I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but I am losing my feel for the Piano. How dare I say that right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can't imagine me saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, Bro also like feels the same way. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just that life gets more of us, and we end up giving crap on the Piano -.-&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did when I practiced on my Piano just now, and my mom started her nagging.&lt;br /&gt;Mygoodnesss, I actually tried many ways to shut her off completely.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I making music now, can you totally not pick on me?!&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when you do that. Fine, you  wanna do your job as being the unnecessary nosiebox,&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a bit, but when I'm at the Piano, can you give me a little respect?!&lt;br /&gt;Heck! Goshhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Piano took the beating from me -.-&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mean. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;When all words fail, music speaks. I really took it out on my music.&lt;br /&gt;End up the music I played was kinda different from what the composer actually intended,&lt;br /&gt;call it my own individuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love concert band music.&lt;br /&gt;Bro and I were watching band performing. If we had a chance to choose CCA again,&lt;br /&gt;we're making it Band. Nevermind, Poly Band, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;Too much commitments? Heck, Music is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to revise, no joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-2909503558223061416?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/2909503558223061416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=2909503558223061416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2909503558223061416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/2909503558223061416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-blues-wasnt-that-bad-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-3972759134092662498</id><published>2009-03-29T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:24:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Readers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a few minutes ago from Maryam that WSNP won awards at the annual Air Rifle comp,&lt;br /&gt;yet again! Hahaha, we have a niche in this field, safe to say.&lt;br /&gt;The comp was help yesterday if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my batch we took the Championships.&lt;br /&gt;Guys team 1: Champion&lt;br /&gt;Guys team 2: 2nd runner up&lt;br /&gt;Girls team: Champion&lt;br /&gt;And we won alot of best individual shooters also. Hahaha, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we still won awards! :D&lt;br /&gt;Guys team: 2nd runner up&lt;br /&gt;Girls team: 2nd runner up&lt;br /&gt;And we got one girl individual shooter, Maryam. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for them luh, should see the presentation next week :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, it's a sunday today. Huraah, school's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch the movie Valkyrie, but I think it's not in office alr :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, wait for the DVD/CD. You should know, History also captivates me.&lt;br /&gt;Esp the Coldwar and wars in Europe. Hahah! Awesome much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-3972759134092662498?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/3972759134092662498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=3972759134092662498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3972759134092662498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/3972759134092662498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-readers-i-learned-few-minutes-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-4477934849498858636</id><published>2009-03-28T23:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:17:02.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Random posting, I'm bored and famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion-the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that they exist.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is not diminished by distance or time,&lt;br /&gt;by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence.&lt;br /&gt;It is in these things that it roots most deeply. It not friendship divine in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign of a good friend is that he/she can read your mind and know what you're giong to say even before you begin to speak&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;br /&gt;who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;or will stay awake just to watch you sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats,&lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;br /&gt;who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32325751-4477934849498858636?l=abiding-passion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/feeds/4477934849498858636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32325751&amp;postID=4477934849498858636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4477934849498858636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32325751/posts/default/4477934849498858636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiding-passion.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-loneliness-in-sickness-in-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Life's a bliss...The flow of time...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4300/3531/1600/RIMG1148%20(Medium).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32325751.post-951961731106521749</id><published>2009-03-28T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:53:41.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends are back again babe.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna go out today, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Some close ones know that I love going out, but love spending time alone too.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, weird much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, slept till from 8/9pm yesterday to 10-11am today.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the longest, and yet, I alr feel like a pig. No wait, I feel it every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;To be exact, I feel like this at the very start of my well waited weekend. Pig wannabe? Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, by the time I woke up, my family went for grocery shopping. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to call friends over and stuff. Ask bro or Housemates uh huh. But then, idk why, something hindered me; myself. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed and watch teevee after my morning rituals.&lt;br /&gt;Then practiced Piano, yes. I touch her everyday, don't envy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning two new pieces, one is easy and the other is Chopin's "Raindrops".&lt;br /&gt;And I need to perfect my grade6 theory education by the end of this year, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, my house lights were switched off in support for the global movement of earth hour. Totally wicked and cool. What started out as a Sydney thing, became a global event, better still, for the place we have been living in for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, switched it off for one hour. Walking around in the dark like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;And now the lights are back on, yay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGIt's Sunday tmr. The last day of the weekend, great -.- Do what?&lt;br /&gt;Most probably rot, eat, revise, practice, revise, practice, prepare. I seriously need to get out. God, any plans for me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country is coming up, soon. I don't feel like running of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;Partly cse of the timing that the run is going to take place, mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;For the love of all people! Please revert the timing to morning, NOT MID AFTERNOON!&lt;br /&gt;Christ. Should I start my track training? I'll see :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood for Pikchers! x] some from sec 3 till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sc42zFU0AlI/AAAAAAAABK8/tEbLnPY0FGA/s1600-h/Photo2178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248461201834578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sc42zFU0AlI/AAAAAAAABK8/tEbLnPY0FGA/s200/Photo2178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sc42x7cupBI/AAAAAAAABKs/rs3wys4AgZA/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248441370813458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sc42x7cupBI/AAAAAAAABKs/rs3wys4AgZA/s200/DSC04000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sc42zEtUArI/AAAAAAAABLE/pDgZMY0GVa0/s1600-h/DSCN0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248461036159666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWjqf8FPOr8/Sc42zEtUArI/AAAAAAAABLE/pDgZMY0GVa0/s200/DSCN0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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