<?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-7001299208313773835</id><updated>2011-09-17T12:19:16.916-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='The Day After Band Camp'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='mad'/><category term='Kyle XY'/><category term='survey'/><category term='MYE'/><category term='mummy'/><category term='EOY'/><category term='bad monday'/><category term='scolded'/><category term='Exams r over'/><category term='music'/><category term='hot'/><category term='siao liao'/><category term='Sports Heats'/><category term='Sports Day'/><category term='fooled'/><title type='text'>What's Going On</title><subtitle type='html'>The blur person who always does funny things......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1288198228782372959</id><published>2011-05-14T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:10:43.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Down the Trench</title><content type='html'>Hit another low point in my life again. That's not good, you know? It's like the 3rd time this year and best of all? They all happened after my 17th birthday. To hell with sweet seventeen. I will NEVER make a damn film called 17 Again man. I never ever want to relive this depressing year of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, it was the band issue. I gave in, for the first time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, it was the school issue. Giving in once made me extremely vulnerable and I gave in yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it was the homework and studying issue. I lost my drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, to conclude the "Ruin Ying Hui" effect came the virus. My beloved baby caught a virus and died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine how depressed I am right now? I even lost the drive to live. I just want to sit here crying all night and day until I expire. I love how this blog is public, yet obscure. I can share how I feel with people who want to know and yet keep this from most other people's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM A TOTAL WRECK NOW. I don't know exactly how I'm going to pick myself up again and live life normally like nothing happened. I need a break from my ultra-eventful life, I really do. I can't do this anymore. I have so much to do, yet so little time. And I really have no more strength to push on. I really want to give up now. Give up on everything, give up on life. It's just not myself to be able to give up easily, but I had to do that so many times this year, it already seems second nature to me. I want this to end. Really. I thought life would change. It did. It got so much worse. I really regret the first time I gave in. I'm losing hope on life. There's nothing really, that can make me go on already. I lost too much. You know those stories people always tell me when I think of giving up? Those stories in which the characters are so much worse off than me? It's not going to work anymore. They are not going through the same thing as me, no matter how much more they suffer. Everybody's case is different and in my case, I'm too much of an emotional wreck now to be able to live on normally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with life? Maybe if it's not getting better, I should give up on it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1288198228782372959?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1288198228782372959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1288198228782372959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1288198228782372959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1288198228782372959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/05/deep-down-trench.html' title='Deep Down the Trench'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8827929301833727544</id><published>2011-04-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:22:07.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Day</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Speech Day. The day when people get to talk. We got speeches on how to improve the education system, what sort of programs the school prepared to provide a holistic education to its pupils and we also got a speech from a friend, talking about school life in the past 4 years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time really flies (forgive the cliche). Here we are, all graduated and travelling on different paths, crossing paths occasionally and really having fun. We talked and talked and insulted people and I will admit that it was really entertaining to insult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since it was Speech Day, it was also Prize-Giving Day. I didn't know what to expect though as I didn't attend any of the rehearsals earlier this month. So I was caught by surprise when I had to go up on stage 3 times to collect my awards. I was really nervous getting up on stage as usual. It's definitely not my comfort zone, but a few embarrassments aside, I managed to get down alive. I'll have to be proud of myself whether I like it or not. The fact is that I was disappointed with myself for getting those wretched results, but a new chapter of my life is starting soon and I am going to face it with optimism. So the first thing I should do is to forgive myself and start praising myself more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I got $190 worth of book vouchers to spend. It seems really little now, though when I think back to my schooling days, it was quite a lot for me already. I'm really growing up now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8827929301833727544?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8827929301833727544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8827929301833727544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8827929301833727544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8827929301833727544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/04/talking-day.html' title='Talking Day'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5292417565484021884</id><published>2011-04-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:41:21.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of boredom and friends...</title><content type='html'>It has been a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG day. First, I woke up tired and frustrated after sleeping at 5 yesterday and went back to sleep after having lunch. Then, I woke up tired and frustrated (notice a pattern here?) and started pulling my hair out about really little things. I came online then and started playing games. Really lame ones. Then I started watching shows. Or to be precise, A show. I'm really bored to death now and can't wait for school to start. There'll be new people to meet and new subjects to pick up. That'll keep me busy for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I WILL NEVER forget my dear old friends. Really. I was talking to a few of them and hey, they really DO care about me. I feel really blessed to have friends like them. Speaking of which, I have to get someone a birthday present. Oh, the pains of not knowing what to buy. But no worries, this guy was prepared. He wanted SOCKS. Yes, SOCKS. I know, he's a bit mental, but he's still one of my good friends and YES, I'M GOING TO GET HIM SOCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5292417565484021884?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5292417565484021884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5292417565484021884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5292417565484021884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5292417565484021884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-boredom-and-friends.html' title='Of boredom and friends...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1671447037125265455</id><published>2011-04-12T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:09:53.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Me</title><content type='html'>My right ear is hurting again... As usual. This pair of spectacles is driving me nuts. I have to wear it like it's gripping to my poor head. Alright, the point now is that I want a pair of contact lens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to style my hair before school starts. I want to do so many things that I couldn't. I want to get new clothes, I want to pierce my ear, though I'm not too sure about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing that I don't want to do is to lose myself. I still want to be me amidst all these temptations and freedom. I am me. I am the girl who hangs out with guys very often. I am the girl who doesn't get high seeing guys. (But trust me, I'm straight) I'm the girl who's depressed half the time and crazy the other half. I'm the girl who smiles at herself at random points of time. I'm the girl who can't get as enthusiastic as others. I'm the girl who doesn't change her mind so much. I'm the girl who puts herself through so much just to get to her goals. I'm the girl who cares, who wants to achieve the best she can. I'm the girl who doesn't like lying when I can tell the truth. I'm the girl who reads. I'm the girl who blogs. I'm the girl who stays up till 5 am when she can. I'm the girl who wants to be the best she can be. I'm the girl who dreams, both the possible and the impossible. I'm the girl who doesn't dare tell anyone who she likes. I'm the girl who doesn't care how the pretty and popular kids think of me or even look at me because I'm just who I am. I can't change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a guy were to fall for me, I want him to fall for ME, not some fake me. I will never change just to make friends or to make a guy like me. I want to be me and if it's not getting me anyone or anywhere, it's fine with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1671447037125265455?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1671447037125265455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1671447037125265455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1671447037125265455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1671447037125265455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-me.html' title='Being Me'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5289306905857298898</id><published>2011-04-10T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:03:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hundredth</title><content type='html'>Hi hi! The 100th post in What's Going On's history! It's such a significant number, no? Okay, so maybe we'll talk about how I'm feeling right now, with exactly a week to go till the start of school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe I had been very unwilling to budge, to move on. I had enjoyed my time in Secondary School too much. That was good, but overdoing it is not. I have to move on. Life moves on. I made the decision myself, I cried about it for a few days and there's nothing I can do now except move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to admit that I'm filled with anticipation. I don't know what to expect in a totally new environment with totally new people, but I'm hoping for the best. I know the previous time I was faced with this, it didn't go too well and brought along a whole chain of issues that ultimately led me to where I am right now. Hence, I am extremely determined to start afresh. I'll have to throw away some of my hopes and dreams. Those that I had been clutching too closely to my heart. Some things are just not meant to be, and they will not happen, though I still do believe in miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be faced with new challenges, new perspectives and I know I'm not ready to deal with them at this point of time, but I am prepared to take them up and show them what I've really got. It's me, really, to use my heart and my mind to deal with issues and I will not rest until I've got them all settled. Nobody likes the way I push myself. It's like locking myself up in jail every single day, but that's the power that drives me to accomplishment. It's something so uniquely mine that no one understands it. That's why everyone's shocked by the way I do things. That's ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to change anything because that's my strength and I'll work with my strength to get me through everyday. I dare say the giving up part was not easy for me. It was extremely tough. I had to cry, to scold myself, to knock my head, I had a lot of negative thoughts because I never liked to give up on things. I have this internal pride in me. I must show myself that I can do it. I don't care what others think of me. I didn't even need friends as the last 2 months have shown. I just cared about achieving what my mind is set on doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's different already. I made this choice, based on my instincts. I blocked out other people's thoughts, though I'll have to admit that making my parents happy about me giving up was the very last thing on my mind. I'll have to start anew whether I like it or not. I had to give up more than my self-respect. I had to give up some really important things in my life, like my friends and music. That wound is still raw, so let's not touch it now. However, I gained some things too. Like the fact that I get to spend more time with my family although I know that this may be more bad than good, given the number of times I spent quarreling with them the past few weeks I was at home. But the fact is still that they are my family. I can't abandon them. No matter how much I hate what they do, they are still my family. I can't change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also get to live life like a human. Yes, looking back, I had not been living like a human. I studied, ate, studied, ate, studied, ate, studied, ate, slept, studied, ate, studied, ate, studied, ate, studied, ate, slept. The whole cycle was like this. It was insane. I didn't feel that at that point of time, but now, when I look at it, I was a robot and I'm really proud of surviving that routine for 2 months. BUT life's not all about studying. My other JC friends sure do lead better lives than me because they know how to relax. The problem with me is that I don't. So that's what I'm setting out to find out in my next journey. How to relax at appropriate moments and live life like a human. Seriously, animals do have better lives than what I had gone through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make the most of my life the next 3 years and learn how many things work in society as well as in LIFE. My timer is counting down to the day my heart stops beating, so I have to seize the opportunity and enjoy life while it lasts. I sure had gone through so much pain in the past and I'm not willing to relive the experience over and over again in my life. I deserve to enjoy too and I will. Carpe diem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5289306905857298898?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5289306905857298898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5289306905857298898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5289306905857298898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5289306905857298898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/04/hundredth.html' title='The Hundredth'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4337246509726087303</id><published>2011-04-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:51:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Right?</title><content type='html'>Sitting at home with nothing to do drives you insane. It just makes you think. About what? you say. About everything under the sun. It's that crazy. What have I been thinking about then? Here's the breakdown:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I made the right decision? I was so happy the first few moments I set my mind, but then, I realised with horror, that there are so many things I'm thinking about. I know I should have moved on already, not think about it anymore. What's done is done! Why can't I stop thinking? I really can't stand myself sometimes. I know what I'm thinking about and there's no need to further elaborate. I feel lonely already. Just a few weeks fresh out of 'prison' and I'm feeling lonely. I'm supposed to be free, be happier, but I realised with great horror, what exactly I was missing. It hurts so deeply even now, because by making the decision, I am actually diminishing my chance of getting what I want. I also had to give up something I love in the process. So is this doing me any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll have to learn the hard way. I'll have to push myself through this immense suffering and learn to move on, but should I? Because there may still be a feeble chance, no matter how small it is, it's still a chance. Never give up, I say. Believe the impossible. But it's so hard to fulfill my life and believe at the same time. I guess that's why so many adults lose the ability to believe. They get tired of balancing. They just lose hope completely and move on, supposedly to greener pastures. But it's different for me. I don't want to lose this innocence. I feel so innocent. It's like any other similar experience later in life would not be so pure, so clean anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh great. I sound as though I'm facing some growing up pains, but I AM. I don't want to grow up, I don't want to move on. The little things that make me smile, they won't be there anymore. New faces, new people, not again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may sound weird, but I think this whole issue of transferring out is giving me depression. I've had issues, experienced trauma when I was a little kid, so I think it's not going to be an easy transition for me. It never was, and never will be. I need to talk to someone about this. I need to solve this issue quick. I don't want to be stuck in a trap anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4337246509726087303?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4337246509726087303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4337246509726087303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4337246509726087303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4337246509726087303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-it-right.html' title='Is It Right?'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3723417633893402897</id><published>2011-03-30T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:58:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Time to be alone again. In other words, time to emo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was quite a meaningful day, with me hanging out with 2 of my 2 month old friends, watching a theatre production. I love the arts. I love theatre, I love drawing, I love music. But the main point of writing today is not about my musings. I just happened to be listening to my fully charged iPod while travelling and my thumb rolled over the song list to highlight the song Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars. I love this song. Made me think and link over his lyrics to my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Talking to the moon, tryin' to get to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, am I a fool? I think I am......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3723417633893402897?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3723417633893402897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3723417633893402897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3723417633893402897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3723417633893402897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/03/talking-to-moon.html' title='Talking to the Moon'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4538520699744958722</id><published>2011-03-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:25:34.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pained</title><content type='html'>Good thing this blog's deserted. I can now just write about anything that's been tugging at my heart. Yes, it's not private and I don't mind anyone reading this, but then, will anyone read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I made a decision. A major life decision that requires me to forgo some of the things I hold really dearly in my life. It has always been what I wanted all along, to go to a polytechnic. I yearn freedom and the power to make my own decisions. The opportunity there to learn something out of academics also pulled me over. I identified something deep within me that's keeping me powered and that is my &lt;strong&gt;INTERNAL DRIVE/WILL/POWER&lt;/strong&gt;. It's been keeping me going for the past few years of my life, in studies and in life and I'm sure that it'll keep me going for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to talk about some pretty typical issues teenagers face in their lives. (Well, at least I'm facing it now...) Making this decision to transfer means no looking back. I should move on and live life happily, but then, being me, I'm worried for some things. I know I'm getting what I ask for already, but I'm reluctant to lose certain things I already possess. Call me over-possessive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose the friendship forged and strengthened over the past 2 months. I'm letting a lot of people go. We could have been closer friends if I went on. Yeah, I know with Facebook around, that seems quite impossible, but how many people would keep in touch with someone who's not sharing the same problems and issues with them? Therefore, I've given up on some of my close friends. I love them and can't let them go, but we'll have very few common topics to talk about already. I'm willing to invest time to keep the friendships going, but I'm afraid, they do not have the time to do so. They WILL forge strong new friendships along the way as the road they're travelling on is so tough, and I will be just a former good friend soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will be making new friends and probably will find good friends in my next 3 years in polytechnic, but I am never one who's willing to let things go. The times in secondary school were the best times of my life and I'm never going to forget that even if I die. The closest friendships, the sufferings, the heartbreaks, the joy of breaking rules, nothing can beat that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I think of it, it's my life and I'm living for myself, not for my loved ones, not for my friends. I will make my own decisions and decide what's best for me, despite having to forgo some of the closest things to my heart. It pains me a lot to make this decision and I have put a lot of thought into this, but I'm sorry, I'll have live my life, so please don't ever forget me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4538520699744958722?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4538520699744958722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4538520699744958722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4538520699744958722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4538520699744958722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2011/03/pained.html' title='Pained'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4299668828073514073</id><published>2010-12-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:06:17.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Just realised I had never talked much about myself and my problems here before. Of course, I won't reveal any information, but there are things that some of you might be able to help me with. My first question: Am I cold? I think I've found one flaw about myself and that's being very cold towards others. It's been my nature to do so. I was always a quiet child, you know, one of those emo kids around. It's only after I made this bunch of friends in secondary school that I slowly began to emerge from my shell and start talking more. However, you can't expect that emo part of me to just disappear into thin air like that. Deep down inside me (well, maybe not that deep), it's still there. I fall into emo spells randomly. Nevertheless, I would like to apologise to anyone who was offended by my coldness. I admit, I do have a major problem with human relations. It's not easy for me to relate to people and make friends. I try my best everytime, but maybe it's not right. I hope you all can forgive me for my frozen attitude and would appreciate if any of you can give me suggestions on how to treat people nicely. I don't want to lose any of you, because friends are so hard to come by in my life. I treasure every friendship deeply and would do anything to preserve them. So please, forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4299668828073514073?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4299668828073514073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4299668828073514073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4299668828073514073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4299668828073514073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3644130873265794359</id><published>2010-11-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:12:21.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly a week since I finished my "O" levels and here's how my life's been going on the past week. First, it's boredom. Next, it's boredom. Lastly, it's boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Boredom engulfs you right after the exams. Before it was over, you had something to do whenever you get home. You sit down and study. You hope for freedom. It was definitely hard. Now, you complain that there's nothing to do. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I went on a whirlwind week after the exams. I bowled right after that, I finally touched the computer (a new touch-screen baby), I could sit down and read for hours on end. However, I just couldn't help thinking how aimless I'm living now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, straight to the point now. Today is a very special day. Why is that so, you ask. Because it's the Graduation Ball tonight, I say. Man, I can't wait any longer. The sense of anticipation is building up so quickly, I might experience a dreaded bought of diarrhoea. I can't sit still any longer, but I thought I just had to finish up this post and write something on my dead blog. Nobody comes, but I love writing. Maybe I can be the future JK Rowling or Stephen King. Ignore the last sentence. It was just a fleeting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I'm jumping up and down excitedly now, barely able to contain my eagerness at attending the ball. It's the last day I'll ever meet my friends at some school event. I'm beginning to miss them already. It's a weird thing people tend to forget one another after they have moved on somewhere when they spent wondrous times together before. I guess this is just a certain way of life. I know I'll never forget them, I never do, but will they remember me 10 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to log off now. I have to get ready for the much-anticipated, once in a lifetime secondary school graduation ball. Oh, by the way, the theme for tonight is Masquerade. Sigh. Half the schools are having a masquerade ball, I bet you'll see many masked figures wandering around the streets. I got my mask, dress, shoes, accessories, pouch, myself ready. All I need is a good long bath to smell nice and of course, put on all those stuff. I definitely won't be turning up stark naked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3644130873265794359?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3644130873265794359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3644130873265794359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3644130873265794359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3644130873265794359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/11/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2664828728943224028</id><published>2010-09-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:24:01.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Achievement</title><content type='html'>What comes into your mind when you see the word "achievement"? Surely, results, goals, or even finally getting your hands on something. Well, my achievement didn't cover any of these at all. It all happened on Friday. I'm not going to use any real names here to protect the identity of those involved (although she doesn't deserve that at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a particularly difficult A Math paper, me and one of my best friend, Y, were starting off for home. We only went as far as the school foyer though. It was raining buckets and once you stepped out, there was no turning back. It was a get-wet guarantee. We stood there contemplating on whether to make a dash for it or to stay in the canteen and do some studying. Turns out we didn't have a hard decision to make. Just then, we noticed this notorious reptile pacing about the foyer. Typical case. No umbrella. It's just that the person involved was not that typical at all. Y and I decided to run out quickly to avoid being attacked by that scary thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath, then darted into the showers, opening my umbrella at the same time. Then, I heard it, the reptile calling my name. I didn't care anymore, pounding into puddles, wetting my precious shoes. I just couldn't risk sharing my umbrella with such a person. A person who tries to deny everything she had done to me and think that I would be ignorant of the fact. A person who after hurting someone, expects that victim to help her. NO WAY, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I achieved, without a hint of guilt. I learned over the 3 years or so in this school that one could never be too nice to strangers or they will take advantage of you. It's a crucial lesson that will definitely help me to face other worse people in my life in the near future. I learned things the hard way, being 'harmed' by so many people because I was so soft, so weak. I learnt that there are people who just express hatred towards another of their own species just because they don't like how the poor person looks. I learnt that there are people who shoot you in the back and hug you when you turn around and still find their guns smoking. These are examples of people of ages 12-16. Just imagine. Young people being able to so such stuff to others, to take advantage of others. I don't intend to think of the future just yet because it will inevitably make me want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home that day, drenched, stinking, but nonetheless feeling proud of myself. The Yes Girl has finally learnt to say No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2664828728943224028?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2664828728943224028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2664828728943224028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2664828728943224028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2664828728943224028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/achievement.html' title='Achievement'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5580881712445085885</id><published>2010-06-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:18:42.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow. A word you'll most probably use every single day. There will always be a tomorrow no matter what happens, be it good or bad, but how many people would treasure tomorrow? Very, very few, I expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just why am I sitting here blogging about tomorrow? Simple. It's because I'm looking forward to tomorrow (going to Malacca - well technically I'll be leaving today). I have never treasured my tomorrows that flashed past my life to become the all-too-depressing yesterday. Of course some yesterdays are a joy to remember. That doesn't need much elaboration, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this topic as I clicked on the title bar to key in the title. I don't know how it just got into my head, but well, it's there, so here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tomorrow may be exciting. Tomorrow may be depressing. However, only tomorrow will tell us what tomorrow may be."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5580881712445085885?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5580881712445085885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5580881712445085885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5580881712445085885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5580881712445085885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-498620736392710551</id><published>2010-04-11T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T07:01:51.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retired</title><content type='html'>I'm officially relieved as a band member. I didn't know it would be that hard to leave. The only thing on my mind days before was "Yay". It nearly turned emotional for me. But it didn't. I miss my juniors a lot already. Juniors, if you are reading, you are the best juniors anyone can hope for. Thanks for lifting my mood when things don't look good and for laughing and playing with me. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted all the photos on Facebook and tagged them all. Sorry to those I don't recognise. It was a really painstaking job... Well, I think I'll go and play games then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-498620736392710551?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/498620736392710551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=498620736392710551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/498620736392710551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/498620736392710551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/04/retired.html' title='Retired'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8185725671801646533</id><published>2010-04-01T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:15:03.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for others...</title><content type='html'>"Never live someone else's life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of this quote before? I considered it seriously and decided that this is really affecting me. I mean the part about living others' lives for them. That's the primary reason of me having to stay up well past the devil's hour every night. What exactly am I doing to myself? Torturing. It's that simple. In a bid to satisfy social relations around me, which I suck at, I compromise my own life. I'm kind of a 'Yes Man'. I can't bring my dumb self to say no. What is typical of a day in my life is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up! It's 7 plus already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line is for all the mundane tasks you carry out in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press lift button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift stops at every damn storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse lift again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run as though a lion's chasing to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line is for all the monotonous stuff they do during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down at table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put head down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ying Hui!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know how to do (blah blah blah)......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, erm, (blah blah blah)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before being able to react,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ying Hui!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How to do this ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before there is time to answer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ying Hui!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on and on like this for the whole day including lesson time. The only free time I have is during recess where I have to catch up on the previous lessons, during which I was teaching some people to do stuff. Pointless to live? I agree. Where is my right to pay attention during lessons or steal a nap? My every movement is being tracked by prying eyes. The moment I retract my pen, the questions start bursting in, or worse still, while I'm doing my work, people from NSEW call my damn name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shooting at any particular person, but please, I appeal to everyone, I have a life. It doesn't mean that with my results, the only thing on my mind is studying. Does anybody know how I long to live a normal life? Everybody assumes that I study all day. I unknowingly threw myself into the limelight and so many people flock to me just to check if they have the so-called 'model answers'. It is getting on my nerves. I'll be truthful now. None of you understands this. I can't be helping you guys all day and neglecting my own work, my own life, such that I have to stay up horribly late every night even when I have band practises. All you say is "you look tired". But can you experience how I feel everyday like this? And when I mean stay up late, I don't mean to relax or something. I mean doing my normal day's work until god knows what time. Just because I have to help you guys to achieve your results even by sms around 10-11 plus. Should I create a hotline number for you guys to call? Please, I'm begging of you people, let me live normally. I can't help but accept the fact that I'm famous, popular, but I don't want this to turn my life upside down. One day I might just end up lying in Woodbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A NORMAL HUMAN BEING WITH THE SAME EMOTIONAL, PHYSICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL THRESHOLD AS YOU DO. SO PLEASE TREAT ME LIKE ONE. If you can't get your turn to ask me questions, please ask the teacher. The teacher has the most accurate results. I make lots of mistakes. I fail tests. I'm NOT a genius. Please stop calling me as if I'm a mechanical being. I'm NOT a robot. I only have one brain, so I can only process one kind of information at a time. If you are impatient, then I'll be impatient too. What goes around comes around. For your information, the Allspark on my pencil case is an imaginary being made up to fascinate somebody only. I DO NOT have a real Allspark like in Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people who say that I'm weird and strange and all that sort of bullshit, thanks. It's your mouth and it's up to you to say what you feel about me. Carry on saying that all I think of are books. Carry on saying that I'll marry a book in the future. I seriously don't care about all these childish remarks. I know that's not true. I have myself and my close friends to prove that point to you. I'm no different from anyone of you. It's just that you force me to the brink of insanity with all those incessant questions which I sometimes find irritating because of the simple fact that the answers can be found in the textbook or notes. Everyone is blessed with a brain, so send that nerve impulse to your hand and pick up that book. I can't be there for all of you anytime you need me. I need to study as much as you do, I need to relax, I need to spend time with my own family, I need to take my O levels. I'm warning you guys out there. Around the O level period, I'll never help to solve your most basic questions. I'll be at home, doing my own revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step to doing well is to buck up and not be lazy. Pick up your books and read. For god's sake. You have a brain. It's definitely functioning normally or you won't be here. Make good use of it and stop bothering me like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, you have no choice but to be selfish. It's for your own good." - Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8185725671801646533?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8185725671801646533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8185725671801646533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8185725671801646533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8185725671801646533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-for-others.html' title='Living for others...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6666478590300090963</id><published>2010-03-20T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T04:00:55.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a break, have a KitKat...</title><content type='html'>Hello, and welcome back to funny-4ever! It's been quite a long while since I updated. Been trying to live a 'no life' out there till the O levels are over, but I realised it won't work out this way. Everyone must take a break. Whole months lived with books and worksheets right in front of my eyes will cause some kind of psychological disorder, some of which, I believe, are already dominant in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes left to indulge in the digital world... This year didn't start off really well. I got some really bad grades for my various tests, but I did try my best to tell myself 'Nevermind'. It's really hard, but quoting from my mum,"The thing you are focusing on is your O levels." Yeah! We have to learn from mistakes made during normal lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday assignments are pains in the ass. I still have quite a lot undone, but am determined to complete them all during the holidays. I will give it everything to get straight A1s this year. My ultimate aim is to go to Harvard, the number 1 university on Earth!!! It seems a bit distant, but I believe that with just this amount of determination and perseverance, I can achieve my dreams. Alright, so long and hope we meet again in the not too distant future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6666478590300090963?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6666478590300090963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6666478590300090963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6666478590300090963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6666478590300090963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-break-have-kitkat.html' title='Have a break, have a KitKat...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2697760163993878837</id><published>2009-12-18T01:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:31:30.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange......</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 1318 h today. I was really exhausted after the trip to Escape Theme Park yesterday. Among the crazy money-wasters included: Me, Li Yue, Li Ting and Dorothea. Here are the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;The park tore down most of its thrill rides. No inverter, no rainbow, no roller coaster. That explained why we went on the Pirate Ship 5 times. The first time, me and Li Yue took the seat on the far end of the ship. I still don't understand why we were so brave. When the ship went up to the maximum point, my entire body was shaking as if I was in Antartica. It was crazy and the ship felt like it was rocking for ages before we were let down. I was too concentrated on screaming to count the number of oscillations the ship made, but all I knew was that it made my legs feel like jelly when I got down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet and Wild got wetter than ever. I was wet all through the day and stinking when I got home. I sat at the back during the first time and when the boat slid down, SPLASH! I was drenched. The higher drop brought more murky water into my clothes and I looked as if I had depression, standing under the rain for hours. It was not so bad at the front. When only my pants were soaked, we went for the boat which could spray water. That got us drenched again. Li Ting and Dorothea upped the wetness by spilling entire bottles of water on our bodies. We looked horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Li Yue went to spin around on the superman thing later to dry our butts while Li Ting and Dorothea took the Wet and Wild for 7 consecutive times. While they were at it, we went around on the Ferris Wheel and stuff, to make full use of the $9 entrance fee. We left the park when all the rides closed for the day and made our way to the MRT station. We bought some food and drinks to fill our stomachs and that's when some queer things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We go throw first," Li Yue stood up with all the packaging and walked towards the dustbin with Dorothea. Li Ting was in the station already, waiting for us. I followed them a few seconds later only to see Li Yue being confronted by an old smoking man with white hair. He was scolding her in Hokkien, and all 3 of us there couldn't understand it. Li Yue could only make out a vulgar phrase. He was picking rubbish from the bin there and transferring them to a bigger one the rubbish men drive around all day. He was scolding her for throwing the plastic bag into the big bin, which made no sense at all because he had to clear it from the small one anyway. There was an old skinny woman beside him too, and she too was mumbling and grumbling along with him. We paid little notice to her and move further away to contemplate their words. This was when Li Yue realised that she hadn't dumped the small plastic cups. I glanced at the unreasonable old man and volunteered to throw it for her. He couldn't do anything to me anyway...... Or could he? I didn't give it much thought as the right time came. A boy walked past the dumpster and flung some rubbish in. I quickly followed and dropped the cups in. Then we ran up the steps into the safety of the MRT station with the man cursing behind us. Something weird ran along in the back of my head but the only thing I thought of at the point of time was the darn old man scolding me but not the boy. We met Li Ting and told her everything and Dorothea mentioned the old lady...... She had disappeared as I dropped the cups into the dumpster. It was like a now-you-see-me-now-you-don't thing. Only that it was really creepy. She couldn't have walked away so quickly and definitely she couldn't have disapparated like Harry Potter...... Or could she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sparked off the topic about ghosts all the way back to the west. The weird thing was a headline from a Chinese newspaper a lady was reading on the train. It read: "Rubbish Truck Crashes Into 7 Cars" and on top of it was a green arrow with the words "Driver dies suddenly". It was really creepy, but after much thought, we concluded that the man was human as he could touch and pick up rubbish, but the lady......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2697760163993878837?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2697760163993878837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2697760163993878837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2697760163993878837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2697760163993878837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange.html' title='Strange......'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-929170337144172499</id><published>2009-12-10T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:02:09.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons are changing...</title><content type='html'>It's the festive season again! Cheers! I want turkey... Candycanes... Presents... Santa... Dream on. We don't celebrate Christmas. The only thing we do is wear some silly Santa hat and sit in front of the TV watching some movie special on 5, never forgetting to munch on potato chips. Tomato flavour's the tastiest. I'm going to search for a nice X'mas themed blog skin complete with Christmas songs, most likely chipmunks. Everywhere I go, I hear Christmas songs being played and some store personnel wear Santa hats. They look hilarious. Maybe I'll wear the reindeer one this year and be a laughing stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of celebrations. I CAN'T FINISH MY DAMN HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS!!!!! Phew, I feel so much better. I'm done with Chemistry part 1 and E Maths set B. That's it. I don't know how to do physics, A Maths, dreading to start on Chinese, Bio's with Hannan, Social Studies' torture, saving up my energy to start Geography, English TYS with teacher, lazy to flip dictionary for the Vocab section. This is so NOT looking great. I have to rush through everything again, it seems. I still have a bit of time left. A wee-bit. Gone are my sit-down-and-read-all-days. I can't pull myself away from great books. Some amazing stories pros have written are keeping me glued to the sofa, and the bed, - after staying up all night reading - and this shouldn't be happening at all. I should be studying. The 'O' levels are coming up next year and after being held up by the concert, I should be starting on my revisions. Anyway, the concert was great. That was comments by people. According to me, it sucked. I screwed up much during the front part and squeaked throughout the whole thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be sitting here. I should be doing my homework. Darn it. Will be back. Can't stand not being in front of the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-929170337144172499?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/929170337144172499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=929170337144172499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/929170337144172499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/929170337144172499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/12/seasons-are-changing.html' title='Seasons are changing...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7851344086494036809</id><published>2009-12-08T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:21:13.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That sickening feeling...</title><content type='html'>I'm back again. I find myself stupid, or silly. Enough of that. I can't get over the fact that some people can't co-exist in harmony. They have to go around hurting people and stabbing their backs till they're happy. I can't stand it anymore. Why? Why must you do this to us? You may not know that I'm talking to you, because you think that you have successfully brainwashed me like you have done to others. Some of my friends, they have been influenced by you too. Please, stop doing this to me, or my friends. Don't you know how much it hurts people? Don't you? I may not have been nice to you (but remember the fact that I had) lately, because of what you always do to me, and the worst thing is, I feel bad for not being nice. I feel horrible for days. I can't stand this. Can you please stop? I had to give up things I love in order to get out of your stupid ways, and that makes me hate myself... So much. See how much I have changed? See how bad I've become? It all boils down to your merciless way of living. I had to hurt myself, I had to hurt others, and after seeing these, do you not feel nothing at all? You know what I think? You're BLIND. INHUMAN. And you do not deserve to live on Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7851344086494036809?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7851344086494036809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7851344086494036809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7851344086494036809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7851344086494036809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-sickening-feeling.html' title='That sickening feeling...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5147351598408147853</id><published>2009-12-08T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:51:56.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven. Or not...</title><content type='html'>Damn me for believing that this week would be heaven. It will NEVER ever be heaven unless I die a good soul and go there. I came back to Malaysia yesterday, after the CIP with band. We had a great time there, picking all sorts of wacky stuff like banana skins soaked with sea water. When we were done picking up stuff that some really considerate people left, we had an hour to munch and play. Immediately, I ran to the pyramid and started climbing. Turns out I laid my foot on the wrong rope and kept on sliding down like and idiot. I made it up successfully, suffering only a few rope burns on my palm and good thing I could make it down too. After that, we played the swinging thing (I can't find a word for it). It was great fun, but lacked a bit of thrill. McDonald's next. Fillet-O-Fish student meal. I couldn't stuff down the fries as usual. Please, some more fries and I'd rather eat shit. We proceeded back to school and fatigue started to overcome my craziness. That gradual change led to me being a pissed-off animal. We did 4 rounds of punishments for being very slow - great, compared to 10. Then came the worst part of the day, band camp meeting. I tuned out almost everything and was more than glad when I had to leave for Malaysia. I won't be going for the camp. I'll be holidaying here. All the best to the rest then! I'll be off doing my holiday assignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5147351598408147853?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5147351598408147853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5147351598408147853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5147351598408147853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5147351598408147853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/12/heaven-or-not.html' title='Heaven. Or not...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8776612457409434160</id><published>2009-12-02T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:02:19.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>The worst has yet to come. This is the week of Hell. Great. The concert is on the 5th December, this Saturday. I am suffering from fatigue. I can't sleep at night even though I'm really beat. That's not amazing news. I really don't want to fall sick at this point of time. After coming all this way, I've got to perform at the darn concert or all my efforts will go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mac for lunch yesterday and it was really great. No, I don't mean the food which I have gotten sick of because of the Monopoly thing. I mean the conversations we had there and all the way back to school. I only had 3 packets of small fries and a nice cup of iced latte. Those are what I got from the Monopoly. Amazingly, after that, the bitter but nice latte couldn't keep me awake. I was exhausted to the bones already. Halfway through playing the last song, I was finished. I couldn't keep up anymore. My lips were sore with a stubborn ulcer that wouldn't go off and my hands just didn't want to hold the clarinet any longer. My left hand and left leg went numb and the whole room was swimming. The first thought I had was, "Am I going to faint? Does fainting feel like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would honestly say this. When I thought that, I felt a sudden rush of excitement because I have never fainted before. I just wanted to black out and leave reality behind. Too bad, my body was too strong. I managed to stand up and stumble all the way to the toilet at the 3rd floor. It felt so good to have warm water running down my almost-as-cold-as-dead hands. I felt slightly better as I stepped out of the washroom, but my legs were still wobbly and I had to breathe like a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got much better soon enough and got home safely without collapsing on the road. I immediately reached for something to fill my stomach - Oreo. I only ate a piece of bread and some peanuts the day before so I was really glad when my dad took me and my sister out for dinner. The fried rice is really nice. Well, I'm still eating some of the leftovers as lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect this much stress from a CCA before. It was usually studies that kept me up all night, worrying and pulling the ends out of my hair. Now, I think the whole band thing is keeping me awake till 3 in the morning. I don't worry about anything. I think it's just stupid, but I'm down with insomnia again. My pants have gone loose again, for goodness sake. I just gained back the exam weight. I really don't want to be skin and bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8776612457409434160?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8776612457409434160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8776612457409434160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8776612457409434160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8776612457409434160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/12/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-192949412437803626</id><published>2009-11-27T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:24:19.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapped</title><content type='html'>Wonder why I'm sitting down here again? I should be sitting on my uncle's black sofa, watching a nice movie on his so-called cinema. Well, I'm now in Malaysia, so I didn't lie about going overseas, but the part about going to KL? Let's put it this way. My father is really tired, robbing him of the ability to fly his caroplane. We went out anyway, and I dare say I will return on Sunday with more mass to carry about. The internet here is lagging as usual and what could be worse? Messenger is down. There's apparently something wrong with this computer because it kept rolling back the installation of the newest version of MSN when we have already waited till it was 80+% complete. You'll know how irritating that feeling is when you experience it. Now, even the Windows Live Messenger has poofed and I'm left with the oldest version of MSN which I don't even bother to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I hurt my foot yet again. It happened this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha! I'll box your head, *****!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PUNCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha! Let me try kicking you!" I raised my right leg and hit the punching bag smack in the middle. I was feeling so satisfied that I tried to achieve the same with my left foot. I carefully took aim and swung my leg backwards in order to propel it with as much force that was possible......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THUD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OUCH!!!!!" The pain shot through my bone and I fell on the ground, clutching my beloved left foot, rubbing at the spot which hit the metal stand. It was a portable kind of punch bag, complete with a metal stand and spring to balance it. Nice one, I thought. An attempt to defeat an enemy in imagination ends up in real life casualty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing much, apparently as I started sliding down the treadmill within a minute, with the speed going up to 5.5km/h. It's fun, really. Everybody should try it. Well, I brought back a nice patch of blue-black to remind me of this incident, but who says I'll never kick your *ss again, *****?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-192949412437803626?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/192949412437803626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=192949412437803626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/192949412437803626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/192949412437803626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/scrapped.html' title='Scrapped'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6341960331441155024</id><published>2009-11-23T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:06:00.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Darkness Turns To Light...</title><content type='html'>It ends tonight. That's simple. I do hope life's as simple as that though. My whole family's enjoying themselves in Malaysia again and hi! I am sitting here in Singapore as usual. With them gone, problems start cropping up. First thing in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rooster alarm started to sound. It's my phone by the way. "Cockadoodledoo!" It went on for about 3 times before I forced my eyes open. I felt for the phone under the pillow and pressed the stop button without even having to look at it. I took a vague glance at the time: 8:15am. Then, groaning, I went back to my dream. I didn't really dream though because the next thing I knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! You don't need to go meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mphf..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! Hello! You don't need to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked. There, right in front of me was my sister who had apparently came back from school because she heard the wrong timing for basketball training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go where?" I mumbled groggily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm... Band?" came the reply. I rubbed my eyes, continuing to stare at her blankly. Then, without warning, a sudden jolt of realisation hit me so hard that I jumped up from the bed instantaneously. Oh no, oh no. I picked up the phone. 5 missed calls and no space for new messages. My eyes flashed to the bottom right-hand corner of the screen: 9:28am. GREAT! I was late. Very, very late. I sat down again, wondering what to do. After pondering for about half an hour, I decided to go during the lunch break since I had to settle my own lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, band sucked. As usual. I can't say anymore on a blog where anybody could be reading, but I do know that the next time we have band practices, please bring some bananas. It'll help a lot. Turns out that I was late for 3 hours. It was 15mins/set. Quite an acceptable deal. I accumulated 12 sets and since I'm in the committee, 24 was the number. I can do it? was ringing in my messed up brain. In the end, the very kind Brandon gave each and every one of us 5 sets. Such a great deal. Bridget, you're lucky. However, that caused some innocent beings to get punished too and I felt slightly guilty about it. Not so, since Li Yue saboed me to do the notice board with her. Anyway, my vision started swimming as I was completing my 5th round and my poor legs were feeling the strain. I was incurring an oxygen debt and I was darn sure about it. I could just fall any moment but I told myself to keep going because I did not want to squish some millipedes or momos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite okay now. Only feeling slightly exhausted. I had thought I was going to get a cramp but I was stronger than I thought. In just 5 minutes, I was up and about again. One thing I learned today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6341960331441155024?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6341960331441155024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6341960331441155024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6341960331441155024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6341960331441155024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-darkness-turns-to-light.html' title='When Darkness Turns To Light...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8686656561752421713</id><published>2009-11-16T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T06:20:32.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many, many things...</title><content type='html'>So many things... I'm going to sigh my head off soon if I go on like this. Life has been a tad terrible recently and I don't think it's going to get any better soon. Ever heard of people who are really nice on the outside, but really nasty and vicious on the inside? They really mean to hurt you though I wonder what they gain from it. Joy? Joy at watching others suffer? These people must be really poisoned. It hurts so bad sometimes, but I can't just shoot at that fellow. Imagine you giving your trust to someone. Then, WHAM! he hurls a boulder at you. How would you feel? Hurt? Definitely. Really sad? Of course. Furious? It covers all the other emotions. I had to keep all these emotions inside my heart all the while when that particular vicious fellow hurt me constantly. I couldn't vent my anger at any point of time because I was so surrounded by people. Just for your information, that fellow is a well-liked person although I don't know what everybody else sees in that person. That person has definitely many more supporters than me and if I just lose it one day, EVERYBODY will be loathing me. Well, except for my few close friends. It's been countless times that I went to spend time alone, thinking too much, on the brink of going crazy. I can't think of a reason why somebody could withstand the horror of seeing others writhing in pain. I had to put up a false front every single day when I come into contact with that fellow, smiling, laughing, but grimacing behind the person's back. I can't take it anymore. You know what? It ain't worth it to sit down here brooding over a black-hearted person. I should save my energy to do some other things that will benefit my wrecked heart and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8686656561752421713?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8686656561752421713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8686656561752421713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8686656561752421713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8686656561752421713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-many-things.html' title='Many, many things...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6071679222142247884</id><published>2009-11-12T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:45:44.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delving into the world of fantasy.</title><content type='html'>In the course of a year, I've been to the Lourve in Paris, watched vampires hunt and am now trying to read the alethiometer. Interesting huh? Well, the only thing is that they all happened as images in my pea-sized brain. These are the few books I have immersed myself in so far this 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown (This is where I first went to Paris)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer (My very first encounter with vampires)&lt;br /&gt;3. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (I realised how love could be so violent)&lt;br /&gt;4. His Dark Materials Trilogy by Philip Pullman (Lyra still hasn't learnt to read the alethiometer yet. Be patient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much but at least it's 6 books at the moment. I intend to finish The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass by this year. After that, I will continue my journey to Vatican City with Robert Langdon in Angels and Demons. I am supposed to have read that before Da Vinci, but nevermind. That's all for now. I gotta rush off to school for another bout of music. So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6071679222142247884?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6071679222142247884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6071679222142247884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6071679222142247884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6071679222142247884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/delving-into-world-of-fantasy.html' title='Delving into the world of fantasy.'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3860590253412372387</id><published>2009-11-04T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:52:18.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break...</title><content type='html'>From school. I've had enough of socializing with people and worrying about my precious coloured socks being confiscated. I do wonder what the school does with the smelly socks they rip off from students' feet. Do they resell them? Or do they actually give them out to model students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of digressing. I really intend to take a break and let my tired-out body shut down for a few days. It's getting weaker and weaker day by day. I pant like an 80-year old grandmother after climbing just 3 flights of stairs everyday in school. Well, I have to go. Got tons of homework to complete by tomorrow? I'm not that sure, but I know I owe Chinese homework. A lot too. No wonder my grades are dropping. I really hope to get an A1 for Chinese during the O levels. I've been bordering on the A2-A1 border and I do not want to start another nuclear war. Speaking of wars, I had just experienced Cold War at home. It's not a new experience for a rebel like me, but all the same quite harrowing. Oh darn. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3860590253412372387?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3860590253412372387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3860590253412372387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3860590253412372387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3860590253412372387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-break.html' title='I need a break...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7232958151283940790</id><published>2009-11-01T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:19:57.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No connection...</title><content type='html'>Ying Hui baked a cake. It's the weirdest sentence of the century. Well, but you can't deny it. It's true. Though I didn't really BAKE the cake. It's just a cake mix (Devil's Food Cake Mix). There's this really mouth-watering picture of a chocolate cake printed on the box, so no matter how hard my brain told me to walk away, my stomach had to interfere. It's not cheap too, but you know, once in a while won't hurt. I started washing the egg beater and tray then ate lunch. Nuggets! This setting places me in Malaysia. I'll be coming out to Singapore in no time at all (when my dad finishes washing his car). The cake turned out to be the nicest cake I ever tasted. It was really simple. Just add some water, oil and eggs to the mixture, beat it, and pour it into a baking tray. Wait by the oven if you have nothing else to do and in half an hours time, you'll be savouring the fruit of your labour. I'm known to be a failure in the kitchen, smashing eggs and dropping plates, but this few months have proven me to be &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a successful chef but at least I could cook my own meals (consisting instant noodles and oiless eggs). It's an achievement and I think it boils down to the Home Alone times. I've really learnt to take care of myself - I used to skip meals- and gain weight (urgh, it's irritating). It's really alright though. I did lose a kilo during the exam period which leaves me wondering if I'll end up becoming a skeleton during the O levels next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm dying to play facebook games now, so I think I'll end my post. Internet here is really snail-like if you're wondering why I'm not multi-tasking. So long then. See ya in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7232958151283940790?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7232958151283940790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7232958151283940790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7232958151283940790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7232958151283940790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-connection.html' title='No connection...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2216226866910643144</id><published>2009-10-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:37:39.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Murky River of Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>My brain's in a complete mess now. It's just a swirling river of thoughts. Not murky in that sense. I mean it's so filled with so many different thoughts that it's something like a mixture. That makes a river murky right? I don't know. Really. Before I go, here's some wise words: Procrastination kills. Remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2216226866910643144?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2216226866910643144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2216226866910643144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2216226866910643144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2216226866910643144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/murky-river-of-thoughts.html' title='A Murky River of Thoughts...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2433660595160071129</id><published>2009-10-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:36:55.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exam Depression</title><content type='html'>I finally got to use the computer. Mum's busy working on her extra job - teaching at the Building Control Authority Academy - which requires her to sit in front of the computer longer than I sleep. She's currently struggling with Power Point now. Don't laugh. It's true. People of another era face so different, so contrasting problems from us. I had to teach her how to draw lines and shapes. She's not to blame either. The new Microsoft Office version had me stumped tons of times too, only that I had the determination to unearth those hidden sources. Well, my Daddy loves to spend his time playing Super Text Twist. He could sit hours on end playing that single, simple game and of course, scold anybody who gets in his way. Then comes my little bro. He's really fast when it comes to the computer. The moment my mum gets up from the chair to cook dinner, my brother sits on it. It takes quite a while for me to lumber into the dining area so I lose out everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my whole family's asleep and I have the whole computer to myself. *Hah* This is such a nice feeling though I'm going to sweat all the fats off me soon enough. Seriously, the weather has been getting to me. My temper flares easier than normal now and I sweat like a &lt;strong&gt;PIG&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't sound depressed. There's always a trigger to the wreckage of nerves in the brain and maybe this will cause it soon enough. I seem unusually happy at times and moody the next minute, especially when I start engaging in my favourite pastime - Brooding over stuff. It's the worst pastime anyone could ever have but I just can't seem to get rid of it. Okay, I think I should update the one damn thing that is making me mental now - Exam Results. Don't look at me like that. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English - I did the worst for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese - I'm really happy for this one, finally getting an A1 this year.&lt;br /&gt;3. Combined Humanities - Geography was quite alright, though I really don't know why the oxbow lakes can't stick in my brain. Social Studies was the killer too. I nearly plucked out all my hair. Somebody, please teach me how to do SBQs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Elementary Mathematics - I love this subject.&lt;br /&gt;5. Additional Mathematics - Finally an A1 too.&lt;br /&gt;6. Physics - A feeling of affection for this once-stupid subject flows in me now.&lt;br /&gt;7. Chemistry - Always loved it and will continue loving it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Biology - Horrible, Terrible, Vegetable. This phrase is so familiar. Bio MCQs and essays suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it then. Wanna know more? Look for me in person though most likely you'll get a punch in your face. I cannot do well in subjects that require remembering and memorizing. It irks me and makes me feel at a disadvantage. My memory is horrible for the record. Don't argue. I won't listen. Anyway, anyone got songs to recommend? I'm dying to update my music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2433660595160071129?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2433660595160071129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2433660595160071129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2433660595160071129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2433660595160071129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-exam-depression.html' title='Post Exam Depression'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4183375144697581120</id><published>2009-10-18T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:11:10.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of retribution...</title><content type='html'>I will be blogging about the so often used word here: Retribution. What in the world is retribution? I only know that it's something that happens to you after you mock others, pick on their flaws or well, just laugh at them to destress. For me, the latter applies. I do not have to reveal the full story out here as I do not need the whole world to know how EVIL  I can be. The only thing I'm going to say is that my NOSE is running like a waterfall now. Post exam flu you may call it but I, insisting to be paranoid, think it's retribution. Yes, indeed, I have been a really bad person. I have laughed at many - well, isn't that everybody's usual pastime? - who have done things that they shouldn't have done in front of me and guess what? The person who got me laughing the longest has finally given me what I deserve. Wet tissue papers fill my bin and I constantly wonder when my NOSE will stop running. Well, I have revealed too much, I must say. I will hereforth sign off and leave you guys guessing who I think has cast me this long-deserved flu. Enjoy laughing and don't forget your retribution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4183375144697581120?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4183375144697581120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4183375144697581120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4183375144697581120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4183375144697581120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-retribution.html' title='Of retribution...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1011061810188860334</id><published>2009-10-16T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:33:37.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Okay. Let me admit first. I nearly died. From what? From the EOYs. It's lame and stupid but I nearly 'burst'. God knows how much sleep I lost from studying for the damn exams. The latest was around 2.30 am. I know it's not late but I slept at 1 am on average everyday. The weird thing is, I haven't started hibernating yet. Everytime it comes to studying, I'll be the first to knock out but now, since the exams are over, I'm up and alive. The computer is one of the main reason for this. Don't tell my mum. Well, here's the report on the exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English paper sucked.&lt;br /&gt;2. A Maths paper was sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm gonna punch myself for that 1st question in E Maths paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;4. E Maths paper 2 was okay.&lt;br /&gt;5. Physics was okay.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bio paper 2 was sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bio paper 1 was okay.&lt;br /&gt;8. Chem was quite alright (before Mdm Lock told me that I left out one question).&lt;br /&gt;9. SS and Geog were both okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Oh I left out Chinese. That was quite hard too. I couldn't understand the passages. That's it then! The post exam update. I still am quite stressed. I think it's because the release from stress is too sudden. It hasn't hit me yet though I feel quite happy already, not having to sit at the study table, banging my head and laughing for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1011061810188860334?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1011061810188860334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1011061810188860334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1011061810188860334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1011061810188860334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3045430183062876356</id><published>2009-09-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:08:59.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munch, Crunch</title><content type='html'>Just finished my dinner. I went out at around 7.15pm to meet Ming Siew at the traffic light. We then went to complete some chores. We caught sight of yupi gummy in popular and that started our feeding frenzy. Thinking that value dollar might offer some cheaper alternative, we proceeded there. Nope, we didn't eat gummies for dinner. We saw some fish satay sticks. We went down later, through tom and stefanie and I saw the escalator going down. That's when I thought of Old Chang Kee. I randomly picked 4 items, feeling sure that I was going to eat more than I should today. Then the weirdest thing happened. The auntie who helped me pick the food started counting mentally. I was surprised and all I could do was stand there open mouthed and "huh". Then she said I could have a free curry puff because the total price was more than $5. Stolen joy. Ming Siew also bought some food and while paying, the auntie asked if we wanted to pay together because that would entitle us to another free puff. THAT got us laughing and we laughed and laughed and laughed at almost everything. When I got home, my cousin offered me a dumpling. A damn huge dumpling. I accepted it and guess what? I can't move now. Too full. Far too full. I haven't finished everything yet actually. Guess that's for breakfast. Well, gotta go now. I'm trying to be self-disciplined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3045430183062876356?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3045430183062876356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3045430183062876356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3045430183062876356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3045430183062876356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/munch-crunch.html' title='Munch, Crunch'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3970080530086736044</id><published>2009-09-18T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:06:33.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Just how depressed can I get? I have a limit too. I’m totally like any other person on earth. I have feelings, emotions, thoughts and a heart. I feel so sad, so depressed whenever I see my family leaving every single weekend and I know I have chosen to stay here or maybe I haven’t but I really don’t want to be so alone. I am like majority of the people. I crave human contact. I may be anti-social, but I need people in my life too. People who care about me, people whom I can talk to without having to hide anything and at the same time trust him or her. I do not have that. Instead, my life is filled with all the “do your homework quickly” and “the best time to do your work is when the whole house is quiet” things. Let me ask you. Have you ever been left all by yourself (not exactly though) at home when your family goes to enjoy themselves and you are told to finish up your homework and live the weekend all alone? Have you had that experience? Some of you may have it, but you have fun, you have friends, you have the computer. I have them too, but the problem is, my friends all have their own “big” problems and they have so many more friends than I do. Next, I do not have fun. I study and sleep and wake up and study and listen to music, all devoid of human contact. The computer doesn’t give me much fun too. I sit here not knowing what to do most of the time. You want to know what I do when I’m alone? Well, let me enlighten you. I’m not joking. I brood over stuff. Lots of them. I become moody, depressed, tired, angry and all the negative emotions you can experience. I start talking to myself, singing, whistling, laughing, smiling, crying like a crazy woman. I am definitely not joking. You can see for yourself if you want to. So many people matter to me and they just treat me like an air molecule, breathing me in when they need me and exhaling me out if there isn’t a need for me. Nothing can make me happy, truly happy and I think I have already accepted that……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3970080530086736044?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3970080530086736044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3970080530086736044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3970080530086736044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3970080530086736044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8848076544299684585</id><published>2009-09-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:30:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>Prolonged periods devoid of human contact can lead to craziness. There's a live example sitting here. I have become so numb I can barely feel anymore. Suddenly my emotions are all locked deep in my heart. It's not that I do not have feelings but that I'm so numb to all the things that happened in my life that they just refuse to show anymore. Time, to me, passes like a lightning bolt. Everything that happens has little effect on me. The most exposed and easily brought out of its hiding place is anger itself. I've become so irritated by the tiniest thing in this world recently and the worst thing is that I am having severe difficulties controlling it. It's horrible. I wasn't like this before. I can't help wondering what is happening to me. Just a few days ago, I went to KL with my family. We went  to Genting Highlands after that. Sickeningly enough, the thrill rides were totally nothing to me at all. Other than that space shot thing. The roller coasters failed to induce fear in me and there was hardly any adrenaline rush running through my veins. Every drop was like a car driving down a slope. It all seemed so slow to me. All I felt was tiredness and headache. It's weird. Even the usual things that will trigger my adrenaline rush only makes my heart wiggle. It used to be huge jumps that got me crazy the whole day. What in the world has happened to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8848076544299684585?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8848076544299684585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8848076544299684585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8848076544299684585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8848076544299684585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2816464329695196845</id><published>2009-08-29T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:27:01.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, Depressed, Lonely</title><content type='html'>I'm back... Feeling so tired now. I haven't finished my A Maths homework. I really don't know how others do well in A Maths. It's so complicated. At least E Maths is easier. I have been listening to music for the whole day, sitting in front of the computer, staring into space. I have nobody, nobody with me. Life alone is depressing. You'll see your mood change from a happy one to a very very horribly depressing one. Especially at night. The effect comes on full blast. I talked to myself already, when I was doing the English assignment, but now, I have totally no idea what to ask myself. My neighbours must think I'm mad or something. That's the funny thing. I dropped so many things and nearly got myself into hospital I think. I think all the neighbours heard crashes and ows the whole day. It's a good thing I'm still alive and typing though. My mum says I have to finish my homework by today. I figured I'd better do so before the whole family comes back tomorrow. There's one thing I like about living all alone. I don't know what it is. I can just sit down alone, anywhere at home and brood over things that's totally unnecessary to brood over. I think I got it. When you're all alone, you have unlimited space to think endlessly. To think of lots of things, lots of possibilities. You get to sigh and feel depressed without having anybody to come over and interrogate you as if you had commited murder. However, as much as I enjoy living my emo life, I do want people in it. I need them. Or else I'm going to go crazy soon and you'll see me at IMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually cooked dinner just now. A tiny portion of it is being corroded by my gastric juice while the other part is lying snugly in the fridge. I was so satisfied with it. Creamy mushroom and onion pasta. It's those packet things so the only things I had to do were to add water, milk and butter - it's so hard to cut butter - , boil the whole mixture, stir and add in the ingredients. I only ate a few mouthfuls then realised it was too creamy. I could gulp down a whole packet of apple juice though. Well, here I am, late in the night. I can't believe how I'm able to just sit down here the whole day in front of the computer. Time really flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2816464329695196845?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2816464329695196845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2816464329695196845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2816464329695196845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2816464329695196845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/bored-depressed-lonely.html' title='Bored, Depressed, Lonely'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1902214084911604253</id><published>2009-08-28T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:35:30.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Gotta Feeling...</title><content type='html'>That tonight's gonna be a good night. Well, actually that's random. I'm all alone at home now. My family went back a couple of hours ago and my cousin went too. That means it's the premiere of Home Alone 15! I wouldn't mind people coming though. It's so boring being alone that I have to talk to myself or my panda to feel better. I have quite a number of assignments to complete this weekend and haven't thought of how to start work. That sucks. This is why I'm left with the internet. I feel like sleeping my time away. That's when I leave reality and have my sweet dreams accompany me. Well, that's impossible though. I really gotta feeling of something. I don't know what it is but it's just a feeling. Not that tonight's gonna be a good night. Actually I've decided to stay up all night. At around 4am, Bridget's dad will be coming to pick me up to go to Changi Airport. Yeah, Bridget, Chunwen, Mr and Mrs Shark and finally me will be going to the airport to send Leonard off. It's really sad. I will definitely miss him. Especially when there will be nobody borrowing my notes right before tests when I'm studying and there will be one person less eating during Physics lessons. 3E3 already has the least number of students in the whole level and now we're losing one more friend. I guess it's part of life. You'll have to go through all these times when you're losing a friend. The second time I'm going to the airport this year to send somebody off. Somebody who's not going to be back in a matter of time. I can't do anything about it anyway. I just hope that I won't have to send yet another person off. Not my close friends...... Nor do I wish to have people sending me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1902214084911604253?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1902214084911604253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1902214084911604253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1902214084911604253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1902214084911604253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I Gotta Feeling...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7446056271062889076</id><published>2009-08-20T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:23:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted effort...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it was wasted. I kept on putting my emphasis on river channelisation and guess what? None of it came out in today's Geography Common Test. Well, I just shrugged it off. Couldn't manage the paper. Turned out my drawings looked like some kid's doodling of themselves. Scribbled through the paper like mad. I guess the teacher can't read my horrible handwriting. I nearly died and I think I'm half-dead now. Can't type fast enough. Typing like a little kid. My hand's numb... Oh enough with those stupid complains. I hate people who complain and I guess that means I hate myself. Strange... I finally added songs to my blog. Really nice songs. They'll make you sleep if you listen to them in bed. Strangely though, try Poker Face. I actually put it on repeat and fell asleep. I only realised that when I woke up to 'Puh puh puh poker face puh puh poker face'. Cost my player half his life too. He's half dead now too. That's barely 6 months when I switched it with my old one with the warranty. You know what? Don't buy Shiro. I love my player. It's cool. But if you want one that can last you more than 6 months and possesses good music quality, don't buy the cheapo Shiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7446056271062889076?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7446056271062889076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7446056271062889076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7446056271062889076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7446056271062889076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/wasted-effort.html' title='Wasted effort...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6513725299358037108</id><published>2009-08-07T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:20:52.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday at last.</title><content type='html'>Friday rocks! It's the last day of the school-going week. I seem to prefer even weeks to odd weeks. I think it's because the friday of the even week, Day 10 is at the end of the timetable. It makes me feel that a long break is coming. Haha. We had a 'long' day in school today. I finally got to bask in the morning sun just now. I was sweating like a pig during the National Day celebrations in the morning. It was crazy. They even repeated the recollection thing. We missed one whole period of Geography as a result which I don't mind. Haha. We watched a couple of National Day videos and had a little chat in class. Guess what crap we got as souvenirs this year. Toilet paper pens. Well, I have learnt to be satisfied after studying in this school. We didn't even get anything last year for the record. I had macaroni in mushroom soup for lunch. It was nice. I'm hungry for chocolates again. A choc a day keeps the person insane. That's me. Alright. I think I'll play games and go blog-hopping. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6513725299358037108?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6513725299358037108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6513725299358037108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6513725299358037108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6513725299358037108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-at-last.html' title='Friday at last.'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4731966944752073158</id><published>2009-08-03T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:33:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Homework Day</title><content type='html'>Today surprisingly is No Homework Day! I'm going mad with happiness. I got another good news too. We're going to start school late again on Wednesday after that long more than a month having to get up early for school with mid-week blues. It's so long since I updated my half-dead blog. One thing I share with this blog is that I'm dead most of the time. There's one more thing I found out during biology lesson when we started on Chapter 8 on Transport in Humans. You know red blood cells? I love them a lot. Blood is Life. They lead a really sadistic life though. More sadistic than mine. They're born in the bone marrow and immediately start working around the whole body sending and picking up oxygen. That's 3 months non-stop by the way. Who can last that long? They proceed to be engulf and destroyed in the spleen when they're about to die and be turned into blie pigments in our livers for digestion purposes. What happens next is that they come out as what many people call shit from the anus. Not exactly the real thing but as the nice brown colour you see in your toilet bowl. That's all for today. Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4731966944752073158?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4731966944752073158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4731966944752073158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4731966944752073158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4731966944752073158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-homework-day.html' title='No Homework Day'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4116830193282302102</id><published>2009-07-19T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:15:12.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm back. Just to update a little thingy so that my blog is alive. There really is nothing to blog about these few days. My life is just that little monotonous world. Hmm... Okay then. I finished my homework for the next week. Haha. Feeling tired too. I have been 'deprived' from sleep for a few days now. Should I end this thing? Probably. I'll be going out later so see ya guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4116830193282302102?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4116830193282302102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4116830193282302102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4116830193282302102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4116830193282302102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to say...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2089155872838418883</id><published>2009-06-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:27:43.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH!!!</title><content type='html'>This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me. Haha. That's right! I crashed the sofa. It all happened like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! Go measure your weight!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh... Shut up lah. Later later......"&lt;br /&gt;*Whispers*&lt;br /&gt;I slid the bookmark in between the pages of the book I was so engrossed in and stood up. Then I went to the room. I hit the weighing scale with my foot and stood on it. "Whooo!" I lost my balance but didn't fall. "1..2...3...4...5!" I looked down. "Whoa! Siao!" I wasn't surprised. It was just an exclaimation to show how heavy I am. "How heavy are you?" "Hahaha! 60 leh!" "Whoa! Hahaha! Heavier than me already!" I was lying. No time to talk though. I gotta go back to my book. The all too absorbing book. I picked it up. "Ahh..." I jumped onto the sofa. It was just so nice to be sitting down...... Wait a second, why am I sinking down? The impact I felt on my butt answered me. The sofa crashed. It took me a second to react. Then I laughed. It was just so funny. "Ooi! Walao eh! The sofa crash already still can laugh?" "Hahaha......" I continued.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so that was the whole story. I still find it funny. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2089155872838418883?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2089155872838418883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2089155872838418883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2089155872838418883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2089155872838418883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/06/crash.html' title='CRASH!!!'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7603186570996525503</id><published>2009-06-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:33:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache......</title><content type='html'>Oh man. I really got a headache. I swear it's true and I got it from doing Geography holiday assignment. I woke up at about 1pm today. As usual for a lazy bum like me but I slept at 3? I forgot. Haha. I sat down to do that darn homework after lunch, only stopping for a short ice-cream break and short instances while daydreaming. I want to finish all those holiday spoilers by this week but I can't seem to do that. Sigh. Life sucks. I really look up to those people who can finish holiday assignments in one day. This is an impossible feat to me. I was copying and rephrasing at certain places and drawing diagrams. I think teachers will get caught if there's a law saying that you cannot use too much paper. I think my staple can't even hold them together. It's just too much. I planned to finish the assignment by today but my darn mind and darn body can't take it. With blood circulation problems since primary 3, I think, I can't sit down for too long or I'll have a blackout once I stand up. Trust me people, it's not fun at all. Sometimes I wonder if I would faint but obviously some part of my body is too strong. I came here to relax and haha. I won't care about the blackout later.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Oh ya. I'm going for the 2e4'08 chalet this Wednesday. 1st time at chalet. Got to thank my parents for letting me go and stay too although I'm quite sure I'll be emoing there. Li Yue isn't allowed to go so yeah. Haha. I don't mind though. At least I can sleep my head off there without anybody having to shout at me. Alright, I'll make myself busy now. So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7603186570996525503?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7603186570996525503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7603186570996525503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7603186570996525503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7603186570996525503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/06/headache.html' title='Headache......'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7922166911877381673</id><published>2009-06-01T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:15:55.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a bad day......</title><content type='html'>Actually, I had a couple of laughs today, but it's still considered a bad day. The FUNNIEST thing that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;Ying Hui walked down the 4th floor corridor with Li Yue and Ming Siew after taking the band store key from the recruit teacher. As we walked, we met a junction to the science labs. There was an exit sign hanging from the ceiling and we were planning the same thing as usual. Try to reach the sign. Me and Ming Siew passed with flying colours while Li Yue just passed. Haha. We were laughing as we turned back and guess what we saw... A green exit sign. This time hanging higher up. We made a run for it. I ran first and took a GREAT leap in a bid to reach that darn sign. Obviously I missed it. The next thing I saw was the shelves in front of me. I shouted. AHHHH!!! Then I crashed straight into it. The corner jutting out. Well, all I can say is it hurt quite a lot. I was rolling on the floor, cluthching my what-part-of-the-body-is-that. It's the part in the middle of the yeah-you-know. Man, I totally couldn't get up. Li Yue was laughing as usual and I laughed too. It was just too hilarious. Tears builded up in my eyes. I didn't know whether it was from the excruciating pain that I still feel now or from the laughing. For the most part, I think it was from the pain. I went into the toilet to check my condition and found out that the whole part was sore with a small piece of skin rubbed off. Great. So much for trying to enjoy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7922166911877381673?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7922166911877381673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7922166911877381673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7922166911877381673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7922166911877381673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-bad-day.html' title='I had a bad day......'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5073208801583896582</id><published>2009-05-26T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:21:37.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky...</title><content type='html'>Oh no. Oh no. I am really unlucky. How can this happen? For once, I thought my life was acceptable but now? We are changing our English teacher. I'm feeling horrible. I don't know how our lives are going to change...... I don't know how I will face it, how I will pull through this nightmare. It's really like a sudden blow. I should have treasured our current english teacher much more. She's nice really and I'm happy for her as she got her promotion but...... Oh man. I'm sure Li Yue is feeling the same way. Life CAN get worse anytime when you're enjoying it or living it normally. I feel like banging my head on the wall. I have been growing dumber day by day. I think it's the blows inflicted by my small but hard fists on my forehead. God knows how many thousands of brain cells I killed. I really hope life can get better but I think my hopes are meant to be unanswered. Alright. Here goes: I, Ying Hui, will pull through this tough time no matter what obstacle comes to block my path. I will not give up no matter how much blood and tears are shed. I will collect them to remind me that I must help myself. I WILL SURVIVE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5073208801583896582?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5073208801583896582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5073208801583896582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5073208801583896582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5073208801583896582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/05/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7880279427058666974</id><published>2009-05-20T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:29:41.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverting back to the usual monotonous life</title><content type='html'>That's it. All the results are back. All the marks finalised. And lastly all suck. I got a B3 for my Add. Maths which is horrible for me and the fact that I'm only one mark away from an A2 makes things worse. The good thing is that I got A1s for my sciences, the subjects that I put most of my effort on. English this year is as bad as Chinese, both of which I got A2. Well, this is life yeah? I guess I have to work a few trillion times harder during the holidays and I'm admitting that I will study till my intestines drop out. I won't give a damn about what others out there say about me now. I am NOT a nerd and that's final. Studying doesn't make one a nerd. I wonder why people like to label others based on their inference. I think those people get full marks for their SBQ all the time. Speaking of SS, I got a really terrible score. It's a good thing my Geography could pull up my marks. The teacher actually recorded the wrong mark on her list. It showed my marks as 24/25 and 24/25. Which adds up to 48 when I only got 23 and 24. It was embarrassing. The teacher from the other class told them that I got the highest when I did not and guess who I lost to. Isaac. By 1/2 a mark only. If only I didn't own up...... Hey I'm not that bad. Anyway, band started today. We were planning to skip but in the end I didn't know what happened that made everybody decide to go. We're planning to have a concert during December this year and guess what? We have to play 10 pieces I think. One of them is Pirates. Jian Xin was in charge today and he was mental. He kept on saying weird stuff and look at him giving commands. I think you'll laugh your pants off. Alright then. Enough of typing. I'll go play now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7880279427058666974?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7880279427058666974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7880279427058666974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7880279427058666974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7880279427058666974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/05/reverting-back-to-usual-monotonous-life.html' title='Reverting back to the usual monotonous life'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4480419824036409407</id><published>2009-05-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:15:56.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking Day</title><content type='html'>Today's Marking Day! Let's make it official on the calendars every year. If only I'm the person who sets the school holidays every year. I'd make it a holiday every single day. Hahaha! Okay. I woke up at about 10am today, well because I slept well before 12am last night. Life after the mid-years is great although it can get really boring like just now when my mum was using the computer to do her work. I was sitting down in the living room the whole morning reading my newly bought book, The Boy In The Striped Pajamas. It's a story about the German war thing, killing of Jews but told in a nine-year-old's point of view. Simple but interesting. I have only read till Chapter 5 I think but will retreat to read it again later. I tried asking my friends out but they obviously have other plans. My mum told me to buck up during the holidays so 6 assessment books are sitting out there waiting for me to tackle them. I didn't buy Chinese and Social Studies although I intend to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Done with studies, let's move on to life. I have been spending much more time with my youngest sister nowadays. She's experiencing lots of difficulties in school now since she has a pregnant old hag as a form teacher. The teacher is seriously a witch man. How can she just scold a class of 30 odd Primary 3 students stupid and praise one boy? It's totally unacceptable. I have a strange feeling the boy is her relative. My sister cries a lot about school nowadays but that doesn't stop her from being herself. We just had a good laugh last night after cracking jokes about grown human's bodies. That's what she's interested in I think. Haha. Okay. I will return later. So long! Enjoy life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4480419824036409407?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4480419824036409407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4480419824036409407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4480419824036409407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4480419824036409407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/05/marking-day.html' title='Marking Day'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-317517435641913825</id><published>2009-05-15T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:04:23.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><content type='html'>Exams are over! I've been waiting for this day. At least since the past few weeks. Life has been so stressful with thousands of late nights and chocolates. I just came back after going out to 'celebrate' with Li Yue. It was fun. We were supposed to go celebrate with Chunwen and Joanne but they invited someone we didn't know and if you know us, we are anti-social people. In the end, we ended up eating Swensens. Nice. The baked rice was delicious but the oyster was horribly great. Horrible. Haha. We were loitering around Westmall after that. We bought drinks after that and sat down at the bus-stop under the overhead bridge. We talked for hours before finally deciding to go home. So here I am typing a post for my blog. You guys complaining that I don't update, here's a post. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-317517435641913825?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/317517435641913825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=317517435641913825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/317517435641913825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/317517435641913825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-last.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6824161448188867634</id><published>2009-05-10T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:19:45.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's a HOLIDAY.</title><content type='html'>Yup. Tomorrow's a holiday. Just 1 day is enough to make me happy. Have been reading and studying until my eyes are watering but computer is different. Music's still a big part of my life although I'm not listening to any at the moment. I slept for 10 hours? But I still feel so tired. I guess it's the amount of sleep I lost during the weekdays. We still have a few papers to go before I can finally put down my books and sleep the whole day. I think I will end up in IMH by then. My parents have gone out and this is the very first time they're leaving me with the internet connection although we're in JB. I have to wash my socks again. Hmm... I think I've got nothing else to say now. See you guys later. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6824161448188867634?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6824161448188867634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6824161448188867634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6824161448188867634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6824161448188867634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrows-holiday.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s a HOLIDAY.'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8480173232513788165</id><published>2009-04-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:53:31.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chain Of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;April 4, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time passes so quickly. I hardly have time to blink my eyes. Weeks have passed since the start of school this year and we have taken numerous tests that harmed our brains. SYF is on April 6, probably around 2.15pm. 2 days. That's all we have now. We have practised very hard and we really want a Gold very badly. It's in everybody's hearts. Deep down where you can't see it. We're going to show the whole school that band is not just a lousy CCA where the foot drills suck and nobody can play well. We're going to show them that we can achieve our dreams through hard work and perseverance. We don't have support from the school and we really suffered a lot during these few grueling months. Despite not having a place to practice, we still survived and truth is, we have grown much stronger than we first were when we entered the school. We are small but we have power and the determination to pull through all our hardships and show the world that size really doesn't matter. All it takes is your heart and soul and the hard work that you put in. We're going to do our very best on the 6th April and come back with the best result the school has ever attained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 6, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cried. Almost the whole band cried. We really didn't expect this. Now, I feel that all our time and effort has gone to waste. I woke up by myself in the morning, looking forward to the SYF. I was feeling excited the whole while. It felt really great to be outside the classroom looking at the rest suffering from boredom. Then, we went to the hall to practise. All the way to 11am. Then, we had a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; break. Me and Li Yue went to the cafe to look for Chunwen and Joanne. Then we laughed and ate. I accidentally ate Chunwen's chilli noodles. So much for trying to control what I ate yesterday. Then we changed into the band uniform and went back to the hall. Atiq and Junie and some of the ex-seniors checked our attire then we went to board the bus. Shafarie sat beside me and told some really long stories of his new school and his dance partner. Oh and A and B. Haha. When we reached, we sat down on the floor to wait for our turn. After that, we did tuning in the tuning room. Everbody was full of confidence. Well, maybe some we nervous. Then, we went up. To the area outside the performance area. We moved in and sat down. Then we started playing. I thought, I thought, I thought, everything was quite normal. Except for my shivering fingers and my faster than normal heartbeat. And I was quite contented with our performance. Most of us were relieved when we finished. Li Yue was one of the happiest ones. Then, lots of negative comments came. That's when we realised that something went wrong somewhere.  We went back to school and kept all the stuff. All of us were feeling the suspense as we waited for the results at the canteen. I bought something to eat and drink. I couldn't take it any longer. I was partially bus-sick and 1/2 too hungry. Finally 5.30pm. The time we have been waiting for. The time when our fate is sealed. Li Yue was considering running around the parade square with the speech day rehearsal going on shouting 'Gold!' if we got gold. But then, we saw Thwe Ni running over saying 'We got bronze leh...' We didn't believe initially because she wasn't sure as well but then Atiq came sobbing and then Viknesh called Angeline. And then he mouthed the word Bronze. Li Yue broke down. I broke down then Liting. Then Cassandra. Then when the rest heard about the results, practically everybody cried. Even the guys. Imagine, non band members. Imagine our disappointment. I went on crying for the next hour or so, crying harder when someone consoled me. When we finally decided that we lost enough water through our tears, it was around 7 if I'm not wrong. Li Yue's mum called and she cried again just as Joanne came shouting bronze. I almost broke down again. In the end, Li Yue's mum went to pick her up in front of the temple and me, Joanne and Ming Siew walked to the MRT station together. Joanne went home and I went in to the air-con mall to cool down. Then, I accompanied Ming Siew to eat dinner at the Kopitiam and received a call from my mum. She asked me how was it and I nearly cried. Then I went home. I spilled everything out. Got some funny lectures. I went off to bathe in cold water and here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now you guys who really have the patience to read my post, things are always unexpected. Really unexpected. Sometimes, you do something full of confidence and the outcome is disastrous. Sometimes though, you really don't know what you are doing but things turn out fine. With this, I end my post and hopefully all my disappointments and sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8480173232513788165?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8480173232513788165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8480173232513788165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8480173232513788165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8480173232513788165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/04/chain-of-thoughts.html' title='A Chain Of Thoughts'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5094744682738356041</id><published>2009-03-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:36:39.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 15 March 2009</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm back. I guess I'll be back more frequently from now on although I'm quite sure that I won't be posting anything after tomorrow because I will be going to Singapore for another installment of Home Alone without a computer. Not to worry though. I have my handphone to keep me company the whole day. This March 'Holiday' means nothing to me. Life just goes on as per normal. I still have to go back for remedials and band practices. Plus homework, holidays are just normal weekdays with the exception of using the computer. I find myself being more and more sadistic. I don't know why. I hope it can be changed. I really miss my carefree life. I can't just sit here and do nothing though. I must do something to change this. Yeah. That's the way. I think I'll have to dream of an idea tonight and turn my life around. Alright then! Let me change my blog's music. Haha. Bye! Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5094744682738356041?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5094744682738356041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5094744682738356041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5094744682738356041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5094744682738356041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-15-march-2009.html' title='Sunday, 15 March 2009'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-442749009182703012</id><published>2009-02-28T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:03:04.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 28 February 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm back again. This blog will not be dead. I will try my best to revive it although it seems quite difficult. I'm feeling so tired. I'm practically staying back almost everyday. Monday band Tuesday double/triple dose of chemistry with english in the afternoon Wednesday band Thursday hehe... nothing friday band... EVEN SATURDAY ALSO HAVE BAND! Ahhh! Nevermind. It's only until the end of March. Man. My 15th birthday is coming. I can't believe I'm growing up. I want to be a little kid forever... Here's an update on my really boring life. I practically just fall into a daze during lessons and have completely no awareness on what's happening around me. That's what happened on Thursday. We had MT right after maths and when the bell rung, I was still sitting down staring into space when I heard hustle and bustle outside the classroom and some of my classmates walking out with their bags. At the same time, foreign people were walking in. I turned to Bridget and asked,"Where are we going?" She looked at me with this expression and replied,"Now's  mother tongue..." It finally came to me that we were supposed to go for our mother tongue lesson. And with aiyos from Bridget, I packed my bag and left. See... My life has been overturned by all the stress. But Wednesday was a nice day. Really nice day. It was a day when I got to laugh my head off. All thanks to a worker working in the hall when we were having our band practice. He was standing on this structure with only support on the 2 sides so he had to split his legs to work. One cannot help but wonder what if he fell down with a pole underneath him... And after that, we saw this really spectacular rainbow in the sky. We kind of acted like crazy kids who have never seen rainbows before. People were shouting, snapping photos etc. But then, seriously, it's this rainbow which gave me the motivation to have a little bit of hope and never give up although I nearly flunked my SS common test the next day. Ok. Enough for one post. I'll keep on updating. So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-442749009182703012?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/442749009182703012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=442749009182703012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/442749009182703012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/442749009182703012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-28-february-2009.html' title='Saturday, 28 February 2009'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1183028248344513324</id><published>2009-02-15T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:19:53.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 15 February 2009</title><content type='html'>My very 1st blog post of 2009! Time flies... This beginning of year has proven that 2009 may not be a very good year. 1st, there is stress, then there is SYF. It's taking up most of my time man. Gotta go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1183028248344513324?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1183028248344513324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1183028248344513324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1183028248344513324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1183028248344513324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-15-february-2009.html' title='Sunday, 15 February 2009'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6541992285010870201</id><published>2008-12-21T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:42:19.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 22 December 2008</title><content type='html'>I finally found time to update. I'm taking a big risk down here. I'm in JB again. Most probably will be back on the 28th. It's so boring here. One can only do homework and daydream. The computer can only be used when you finish your homework. I haven't completed all my holiday assignments, to be honest. I don't know how to do so. I vow to finish them by the end of this week or else. Anyway, I'll be in 3e3 next year. When I first heard it, I was hopping mad. Hey, I've always loved the number 4 ok? I had to accept it anyway or I won't continue in this school. That would be stupid. I've got really really good friends here and it would be a great waste to transfer away because of the class. I've decided to post something on why 2008 isn't a good year for me on the 31st of December. Of course, in other sense, it's also quite a great year. Sigh. Things have changed. Things do change over a matter of days. I don't know why. I do hope things could be the same. I miss my old life. Let's end today's topic or I will be killed. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6541992285010870201?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6541992285010870201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6541992285010870201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6541992285010870201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6541992285010870201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-22-december-2008.html' title='Monday, 22 December 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1053894951022147334</id><published>2008-12-06T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:47:21.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Camp</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Camp. You know I hate it. Haha. Have no choice so must go. I don't like the fact that I'm away from home. I pulled through. I lived to tell the story. But I slept till I got scolded. Hey. It was tiring ok? We practised for a few hours and went for lunch on the 1st day. Then we practised for the ensemble. Then we did a run through which sucked because of me. Then we went to do footdrills. Then we went to get dinner stuff. Fruits. Then we went to our house to cut fruits. Then we came back late. We held everybody up. So sorry. Hehe. Then we performed in the hall for the VIP, Mr Hoe. Then he did not like it. Then he asked us to do a second round. I was seriously pissed at myself because my clarinet got stuck. At least the second round was better. Then we falled in at the canteen. Then I was told to fall out with Xiao Hui, Wen Jun and Walden. We were hostages for the kidnap game. Haha. Quite fun joking with them and Shafarie at the carpark at the back of the school. Then we sat still in case our beloved groups heard us. They had to try out stations in order to 'save' us. My group reached me the 3rd I think, but I was way too heavy so we lost on that. They actually chose the correct card but the seniors thought it was unfair that they didn't have to try out their stations so they switched cards. So began our torturing way back up the hall. Not so torturous for me because I only had to hop around or bear with the fear of falling down. We made it at last. =) I was so happy to be able to walk again. Haha. Then we went to bathe. Peggy smashed a lizard into porridge by the way. So horrible right? Then we went on a night tour around the school in hope of finding something supernatural. Nothing happened to us but Xiao Hui and Ming Siew saw some kind of light coming out from a window on the 4th storey. I didn't even dare to look. =P Then we chatted in the bunk. Nobody could sleep until Atiq came in to shout at us. Then we turned off the lights and tried our best to close our eyes. I think I was the only one who slept so soundly despite waking up at 4 plus shivering. Haha. We woke up at 6 something and I was totally dead. Nobody has ever seen me dead before. No mood, no appetite, no voice. We still had to play some kind of balloon game. I had no air too. Took me quite some time to blow that balloon. That Peggy burst it in the end. Tragic. I love you balloon. The person who killed you will get her retribution. Then we ate breakfast. Returned to normal at the sight and smell of food. Ate quite a lot of biscuits. Then we had to do footdrills again. We went bare-footed because some people dragged their feet. It was funny. There were table tennis players looking at us. I saw Eric, Kenneth and Wei Sin. We also had to learn how to march with instruments so we rolled paper and played pretend. Haha. Then Junie played a footdrill game with us. I passed level 10!!! Woohoo! Crazy. Then it was reflections and prize presentation. Our group got last as usual. Anybody suay suay got me in their group sure get last one. But I got another prize. Haha. Good conduct. Extra sweets! Haha. Sound like little kid. I can't believe I got that prize. I have never been a good student. People who know me well will know that. So we packed up and ate Syafiq and Jian Yu's birthday cake and wiped up Xiao Hui's egg and went home. I immediately went to bathe. 1st time you know. Then the next thing I did was eat bread for lunch while waiting for my hair to be dry. The next thing I remember was lying down on the bed. Then everything went black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1053894951022147334?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1053894951022147334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1053894951022147334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1053894951022147334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1053894951022147334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/12/band-camp.html' title='Band Camp'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7339176606161868750</id><published>2008-11-20T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:59:43.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 20th November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/STqg9ZcJK8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PXtOdwm7xbo/s1600-h/CIMG2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276706890079349698" style="DISPLAY: block; 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That's the number of photos I took or more accurately, WE took during the Macau and Hong Kong trip. This was the 1st time my family got to go somewhere out of Malaysia by air. The whole trip was not as great as I had expected but good nonetheless. Macau is filled with casinoes. 31 in total. I wonder if people there pass their time gambling. We stayed at Casa Real Hotel. We also tried their food. The fried rice and kway teow is totally different. They don't use black sauce and chilli. But I like the yang zhou fried rice. Haha. They put ham in the rice. Totally delicious. Very oily though. Ok. I don't have the time to post everything I did so I will post pictures. A picture speaks a thousand words. Let's summarize everything. I woke up at 3am, went to the Budget Terminal in Changi Airport, took the Tiger Airways to Macau, then took a ferry called TurboJet to Hong Kong the next day, went to Hong Kong Disneyland, stayed at West Hotel, went to Ocean Park, then took TurboJet back to Macau, slept, and took Tiger Airways back to Changi Airport's Budget Terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7001299208313773835-7339176606161868750?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7339176606161868750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7339176606161868750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7339176606161868750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7339176606161868750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-20th-november-2008.html' title='Thursday, 20th November 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/STqg9ZcJK8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PXtOdwm7xbo/s72-c/CIMG2589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6031521161798632841</id><published>2008-11-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:58:47.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 8 November 2008</title><content type='html'>There goes one hectic week. Finally. I was so tired. We had to go back to school for band rehearsals to prepare for the BIG day. Our first ever official performance in front of a large number of audience. We were scheduled to perform at the UCC. That was horrible considering how large the place is. The few rehearsals sucked. Really. We screwed up on the 3rd Nov and got a hell of a scolding. That made me mad and some really unpleasant words came out of my usually clean mouth. Haha. Then came the worse 5th Nov. The day before the BIG day. The organisers had some kind of silly finale and expected 10 people from band to do a short dance thing while flinging some horrible pinky ribbon around. I was lucky enough not to get chosen the first round but not lucky enough when they were kind of short of people. I nearly burst. The anger inside me was bubbling dangerously but everyone thought I was okay. I was not, by the way. In the end, after arguing with the teachers, we got our own way, that is to march out with our instruments and do some crazy actions with it. I accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the BIG day. I woke up to the sound of old folks exercising nearby with music. I had to rush and the horrible thing was that my stockings couldn't quite fit. In the end, I had no choice but to scream for my mum to help me. I tugged and heaved and finally got it into place. Then came the shoes. The clog shoes. At least that's how I think it's spelt. I walked like a limp. My mum said I was lamer than Mas Selamat. I had to limp all the way to the school toilet to stuff tissue into the shoe. It hurt. Then I made my way up to the band store. I didn't dare to look at anyone. I was perspiring through my white shirt and it showed. I had to put on the blazer to cover up. Unbearable is all I can say about how I felt. We reached the UCC and went to our dressing rooms. Then we went to practice for the finale. That took hours. When we went back, everyone finished their lunch. I practically ate 2 packets of the not nice meesiam but I was really famished. I didn't give a care about the world. Then we went to practice on the stage. I could tell that Mr Hoe was pissed off. It didn't feel scary at all when we were practising but when the real thing came, I was shaking. The worst thing was seeing all the crazy audiences down there and up there. I told myself not to be afraid but when I started playing, my fingers were shivering on my clarinet. Horrible. It &lt;em&gt;squeeeaked&lt;/em&gt; so many times that I assume everybody in the hall heard it. Towards the end, I gained more confidence and all went better. On the whole, almost everyone enjoyed it. Mr Hoe said it was good anyway. Haha. Better than expected. We saw seniors during the finale and screamed our lungs out. Then, we packed up and waited for the bus. Junie and Atiq wanted to take pictures. Then we boarded the bus and poof we were back to school. We shifted everything, did a quick count to make sure everyone was there and home sweet home. I was tired out. It was Mummy's birthday too, so we celebrated before I went to bathe. I couldn't wait for my hair to dry and just went to sleep. I woke up at 11.30 the next day so you know how exhausted I was. Haha. This is the end of my loooooong composition. Thank you for your kind attention although I bet nobody would read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6031521161798632841?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6031521161798632841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6031521161798632841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6031521161798632841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6031521161798632841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-8-november-2008.html' title='Saturday, 8 November 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-9137615312028290975</id><published>2008-11-01T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:59:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 1 November 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I'm back! Haha. It's so nice to see you guys again. Don't mind me. I'm talking to myself. Let's start things off. I woke up at 11 today. Not late ok. But at least I know that I'm back to my usual self. I watched survivor last night that's why. Haha. Ace finally got voted out!!! I didn't like him from the start. Ok. So I woke up and ate bread with curry tuna. 2 pieces of them then I skipped lunch-instant noodles yuck-until my mum offered to toast bread for me. So bread for lunch again. Then we departed for Malaysia. Stupid traffic jam. Sucks so much till I got headache. I fell asleep only to be woken up by my brother's pokes. He claimed that he was beating up Baby Taz-my sister's stuffed toy by the way. My parents brought us to McDonald's there and I ate a spicy filet-o-fish. Nothing special by the way. Just normal filet-o-fish plus chilli sauce. Then I got a mudpie. Nice mcflurry with chocolate toppings and chocolate sundae sauce. I'm sick so I had the whole cup to myself. Then we headed back to Malaysia home. My sister borrowed the latest Jonas Brothers CD from her friend so I started operating on it. Haha. Rip. I like their songs. This version has a CD-ROM part to it. It gives us access to Exclusive Video Footage, Printable Photos, Lyrics, Downloadable Graphics and much more... It's stated there like that. So far, after many tiring hours, I've completed viewing the whole CD and ripping the songs. That's why I'm here now. Blogging. Haha. Ok. Night. I wish my mp4 is ok now. I can't stand living without music! It's horrible. Silence, quietness, just no music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-9137615312028290975?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/9137615312028290975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=9137615312028290975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/9137615312028290975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/9137615312028290975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-1-november-2008.html' title='Saturday, 1 November 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3944740291718425967</id><published>2008-10-26T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:35:08.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 26 October 2008</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back again. I practically have nothing to do online these days. I find online games too boring. Mostly, I'm looking for music!!! Man, my mp4 player spoiled. Not a surprise actually. It had always been like that. Since the day when it was born, I had to worry about it all day and night. I have to live without music in my ears all these days and that is torture to me. Haha. I haven't really completed yesterday's post. There's one last thing I want to add. The parting wasn't so painful after all. The thing that hurts was the fact that I may not be able to see them agian. You see, my parents are considering transferring me out of this school. Most likely, I will be transferred to my sister's future school. It will definitely be one of those good schools. Not neighbourhood. But I just can't accept the fact. I love my friends in this school. I love my class. I don't want to change school just because my parents think I can do better. I'm happy here. Despite all the complains. I really am. They think friends are secondary and that I can make many more friends or even better ones at better schools because they are much more hardworking and better behaved. Sorry, I can't accept that and am not going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3944740291718425967?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3944740291718425967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3944740291718425967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3944740291718425967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3944740291718425967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-26-october-2008.html' title='Sunday, 26 October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8691320799670362919</id><published>2008-10-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:39:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 26 October 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm back again. Haha. Sorry for not posting on last day. My parents have been using the computer lately. That's sad. But I can post now. I went to school early. I think I went to school early. I felt kind of sad. I thought that's it. We all went to the hall to listen to some long talks. Then went back to class for the use our hands campaign. I got made to wipe tables. I really don't mind. We got to bond. That's the most important thing. We got to talk and enjoy ourselves. Oh. And we had to wipe the whiteboard. Angel wiped with me. Haha. We didn't want to wipe tables. It looked so boring. Jian Yu got the easiest job there. He just had to sit down and make sure nobody squeezed water on the floor. I PURPOSELY did that to see what he would do. He just stared open eyed at me and... didn't tell Mr Shen. Haha. I really had a lot of fun the whole day. Then we threw the rag up the ceiling to see who could throw higher. Haha. Then Mr Shen caught us. He scolded Li Yue because she was the model student. Haha. The benefits of being a normal student is that you can do bad things and not get punished or scolded for it. Ok. I gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8691320799670362919?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8691320799670362919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8691320799670362919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8691320799670362919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8691320799670362919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-26-october-2008.html' title='Saturday, 26 October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-904008268429499505</id><published>2008-10-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:32:06.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 22 October 2008</title><content type='html'>The dull and blunt pain in my heart is just getting &lt;em&gt;duller&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;blunter&lt;/em&gt;. Ok. I'm bringing my camera tomorrow to capture the &lt;em&gt;what will be&lt;/em&gt; memories of my best class. It doesn't make sense. We will still be in the same school next year right? Why am I so sad and hurt to go to a new class and start afresh? The reason's obvious. I love you guys too much to be able to bring myself to accept new people, new friends. And I don't even want to think of how I will ever start talking to my new classmates. I really miss everyone. I don't want to think of what will happen in class tomorrow. I wonder how I will feel when I see my BELOVED classmates leaving the class tomorrow. What kind of teacher would separate his students for the sake of helping in the D&amp;amp;T block? Tomorrow is the last day we get to spend together in the same class. Also the last time we carry out the use your hands campaign together. I miss the days. I wonder how I will get over this pain of losing you guys. Not everybody will be "lost" but most of you guys will be. I don't know how to describe this feeling but it feels like somebody has just died and there's this hollow pain in your heart. I feel so horrible. So very horrible.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hope you guys will allow me to take pictures. I really cherish the time we had together and want to re-experience it all over again. But I know this will be impossible. For the 1st time in my life, I'm looking forward to going to school. At least I want to say my last goodbye to my precious classmates and my beloved class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-904008268429499505?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/904008268429499505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=904008268429499505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/904008268429499505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/904008268429499505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-22-october-2008.html' title='Wednesday, 22 October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8321270014908393058</id><published>2008-10-21T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:52:19.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 21 October 2008</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Nothing Gonna Change My Love For You. Really. I love you and will always do. Don't misunderstand. It's 2E4'08. I really miss you guys. Even before holiday ends. It's so sad and kinda painful. Although we will only be a few classes apart. I don't know how to describe how I feel now. I don't know why I'm feeling so much pain. Truth is, this is the best class I've ever had. Really. There are some things we don't like. Some things too gross to look at. Some things we fight and shout over. But we are still 2E4'08. Only ONE 2E4 can so special and it's US. Remember guys, I LOVE YOU. Without ANY one of us, it will not be 2E4'08. I went to Xiao Hui's blog and read her latest post. It NEARLY moved me to tears. NEARLY only hor. I swear I didn't cry. Haha. I'm really afraid that I will cry in front of the whole class on Thursday. I don't do that. I will absolutely feel embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt by the fact that we have to be streamed apart. I only want to be in this class. I don't want to be separated from all of you. It was so hard to make friends when I first stepped in to this class. But you guys proved my thinking otherwise. I have loads of friends now. Yeah. All thanks to all of you. I really can't bear to part with you guys. I wonder why things are so cruel. Why must they end our happiness? Why must they pull us apart? Why? Man, I sound like a depressed person. Maybe I am, after all.&lt;br /&gt;Look, I really don't dare to do these, but I really want to hug all of you. I want to say that I love you guys so much. I know that these are impossible feats to me, but I'm not crazy. It's just that... I really don't know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we, 2E4'08, must keep in touch with each other. I don't care what it takes, I don't care what others say of us. We will pull through everything together and make others jealous of us. To those suckers who spammed OUR class blog, who do you think you are? Are you jealous of how united our class is? If you think you're BIG, you're not. By doing this, you are hurting others and belittling yourself. To us, you are just a pathetic little kid who doesn't know anything about our class. We will not let you get it your way. We will not let you hurt any one of us. We'll make sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm betting on my computer usage by finishing this post. Gotta go now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8321270014908393058?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8321270014908393058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8321270014908393058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8321270014908393058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8321270014908393058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-21-october-2008.html' title='Tuesday, 21 October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-834227137032781196</id><published>2008-10-12T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:58:40.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 12 October 2008</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Had loads of fun last night with SHH!. They rock my life. The whole conversation was filled with lameness and laughter. Luckily my whole family was asleep or else they would have sent me to IMH. Anyway, I woke up early again. Ate 2 currypuffs for breakfast then went to watch kidscentral. Haha! Then I completed a book. Actually I had already read it for 2-3 days. Then... LUNCH TIME!!! Fried noodles again. I was so disappointed. It seems like everytime we come back to JB, my mum will cook fried noodles. My face clearly showed what I felt because Mummy said she will cook tomato sauce noodles. Same. Only the last time we ate, it was black sauce. I felt better. In the end, she cooked extra black pepper noodles and of course, I ate some more. Haha! I wonder what I will look like after the holidays. Thinking about that, I don't even think I will gain weight. There's band. The most effective weight losing company. Just go for 1 single practise and you're BEAT. I tried weighing myself before and after each practise and it's proven. 1 kg per practice. I really dread going back to band. I dread what we will get from &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. It's scary. No. It's just sickening. I thought I was going to enjoy the music when I 1st joined band, but it turned out otherwise. Ok. Lets not talk about unhappy stuff. My parents went out with my sisters just now, leaving me and my bro at home. He was busy playing his computer game and shouting at every success he made. I was BORED. In the end, I ended up watching Kyle XY. Missed damn lots of episodes. I didn't even know what happened already, but more or less I guessed Kyle had found out a little bit more on his past. After that, I was lazy, so I continued watching a game show. Then, my parents rang up and told me to stop my bro from playing games. I finally got up and switched off the TV and played the piano for a while. I nearly fell asleep, so here I am. Haha! Sitting in front of a computer will never make one sleep. Ok. Gotta go! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-834227137032781196?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/834227137032781196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=834227137032781196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/834227137032781196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/834227137032781196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-12-october-2008.html' title='Sunday, 12 October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2365799041841775023</id><published>2008-10-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:28:56.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 11 October 2008</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back! Haha. Now you guys can see new posts more often. I can go online almost everyday! Haha! All because exams are over. It doesn't mean that everything is ok though. There are some cons about finishing exams. The thing is, you get so bored at home and at school. There's like nothing to do. When I say that, Mummy will ask me to do housework. That is worse. Haha. I woke up too early today. Like 8 or 9 o'clock. Too early for me. I normally wake up +-lunch time. About 12 to 1 p.m. Yeah. I know I'm a pig. Eating and sleeping the whole day. I holed myself up in my room to read. Then, without knowing, I fell asleep. I only woke up with a jolt when I saw the lights on and the sky outside dark. 7.20 p.m. Cool. Haha. Now, it's my life. I mean, everybody has gone to sleep. Privacy. Hahaha! That's why I prefer using the computer late at night when everybody cannot take it anymore and retreat back to their rooms. Luckily I'm a night owl. Sleep late, wake up late. Haha. Ok. This is getting boring. Like I'm talking to myself. I'm gonna sign off. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2365799041841775023?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2365799041841775023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2365799041841775023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2365799041841775023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2365799041841775023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-11-october-2008.html' title='Saturday, 11 October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1764984577255975048</id><published>2008-10-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:10:07.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 9th October 2008</title><content type='html'>I'm back. Everytime I look at this page, I don't feel like typing anymore. I don't know why. It's so boring. Haha. Got back some papers today. Home Econs, History, MT and Maths P1. Did ok ok except for Chinese. That seriously was the worst paper of all. I mean Paper 1. I actually failed. Wow! The feeling's great. Since I got to vent my anger on that stupid exam script. Why must they use Higher Chinese marks? Why? It seriously pulled and will definitely pull down my results, so why did I put in so much effort for all the other subjects? Yeah. I got back HMT paper too. B4. Just B4. That's worse than me failing my normal Chinese and still getting 69.8 for my SA2. I felt horrible. I seriously regret taking higher chinese. Seriously. Now, I lost my freedom, free time, time to spend with my friends, lunch with my family (I really miss lunch cooked by Mummy T_T) I had been eating out in the canteen everyday of the week. It's a horribly good thing I didn't suffer from hair loss from eating too much MSG. Finally the exams are over. Which means I have to re-get use to the usual hectic life I lead. NO TIME FOR EVERYTHING. The only good thing about exams is that I have time with my family. Although I spend most of the time studying. It's better than barely interacting with them at all. That's what happens during normal days. I've lost my carefree life and presently almost buckling under pressure. Yeah. Although exams are over, I still don't feel it. What I feel is a normal day, with friends moaning and groaning about exam scores. Can I ever return to my primary school days? The days I enjoyed at home even though I cried in school almost everyday. I want to go back being the stupid, retarded, emo person I used to be. I think I should stop here in case I go mad. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1764984577255975048?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1764984577255975048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1764984577255975048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1764984577255975048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1764984577255975048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-9th-october-2008.html' title='Thursday, 9th October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1140079151323425167</id><published>2008-10-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:11:02.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 7th October 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey! Exams are unofficially over! There's art left only. Cannot study. I feel so bored and tired but cannot put off the temptation to come online... Still dunno what to blog about. My typing skills getting worse because I have been using my phone too much. I went to press 1 for a full stop. Nevermind. We'll talk about exams. I practically finished everything. Worried about Science. I want to go to pure science class because I want to do Biology. I'm horribly afraid that I cannot make it. Bio seems very interesting. Better than Physics. Haha! Daddy says physics is a must because our everyday life is involved with it. What can I do? Take physics. Ok, enough of all the crap. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1140079151323425167?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1140079151323425167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1140079151323425167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1140079151323425167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1140079151323425167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-7th-october-2008.html' title='Thursday, 7th October 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-711641593543589457</id><published>2008-09-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:03:40.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 21st September 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Here I am. Let me update a few stuff. Especially about the horrible thing that I found under my table on Friday. It started when I was feeling very thirsty. I had finished drinking the water in my water bottle. Lynette offered me hers. When I opened the cover of my bottle, a whole group of red-black ants swarmed around the bottle. I got a piece of tissue paper from Lynette and tried to wipe them away. Of course I killed quite a number, but the rest found their way to my body. It was itchy, but they suffered the same fate as their counterparts. This happened more than once but this time, there were many more ants. I wanted to find out what it was that made them come, so I bent down and looked under the table... BISAI!!!!! Yuck! I was horribly disgusted. Kie Yan laughed so hard that SJ wrote his name on the board. It's so gross. One long green strand of bisai. Sorry if you lose your appetite. Then, Hu Han and Robson came along and told me it wasn't bisai. I didn't believe it. It's green. And long. Like the ones that came out of someone I cannot say's nose. Forget about it. It's the sickest thing next to the bisai eating people. I feel so unlucky to be seeing all these things. They're horrible. They're disgusting. I don't know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-711641593543589457?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/711641593543589457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=711641593543589457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/711641593543589457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/711641593543589457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-21st-september-2008.html' title='Sunday, 21st September 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4691841279826494836</id><published>2008-09-01T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:41:21.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 1st September 2008</title><content type='html'>Smile! I'm back! I posted the last post long, long ago. Glad to be back. My sister's sitting for her PSLEs this year, so can hardly use the computer. My dad says that it will distract her. Haha! I don't know what it feels like to take PSLE. Some of you guys know the reason. I'm a weirdo. I don't have PSLE result and I seem to disappear from the surface of the Earth for 2 years. Yeah. I'm feeling more at ease to reveal all this because we have been in the same class for almost 2 years. I still feel mad at my past. I still don't like the way things have turned out for me. But, I have no choice. I have to live with my horrible past haunting me like sh*t. None of you had had this experience before, so you don't know how bad I feel. Too many things have also happened to me in this short period of time that I'm in BVSS. Too many. I suddenly feel that I'm a problematic person. My parents say so. I'm rebellious, they say to their friend. Now, the latest thing that is troubling me is that I left my handphone in my pocket and my mum put the clothes in the washing machine. The outcome is awfully predictable. I'm using my father's antique phone now. Better than nothing anyway. I gotta go. Sad. Will come back in another couple of months. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4691841279826494836?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4691841279826494836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4691841279826494836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4691841279826494836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4691841279826494836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-1st-september-2008.html' title='Monday, 1st September 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2097143868708035136</id><published>2008-06-05T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:24:38.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 5th June 2008</title><content type='html'>Back to do another survey thing. This time it's Yanteng Shifu who told me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;1. At which aqe do U want to qet married?&lt;br /&gt;    Zzz... How I know?&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to U? Friends or boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt;    Friends lah!&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is der person U trust most?&lt;br /&gt;    Xiao Hui.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do U think U have enouqh confidence?&lt;br /&gt;    Nope. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are U over your ex-boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;    I don't have any boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;6. Do U believe in seeinq rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;    Sure! Seen quite a number of times already. =)&lt;br /&gt;7. what is your qoal fer this year?&lt;br /&gt;    Whole year average above 80% and top the whole level.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do U believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;    Nope. I've heard too many stories ending with broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have U even broken someone heart that he/she tried&lt;br /&gt;    to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;    I'm not such a bad person...&lt;br /&gt;10. What feelinq do U love most?&lt;br /&gt;      Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;11. If one day your bestfriend and boyfriend quarrel, who&lt;br /&gt;      will U side with and what will U do?&lt;br /&gt;      Most likely, I will never have a boyfriend. But I will side with who is right.&lt;br /&gt;12. List out your 5 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;1. Joy&lt;br /&gt;2. Chunwen&lt;br /&gt;3. Xiao Hui&lt;br /&gt;4. Ming Siew&lt;br /&gt;5. Li Yue&lt;br /&gt;13. Do U cherish every sinqle friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;      Sure. I find it real hard to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do U like to hanq out with friends?&lt;br /&gt;      Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;15. What do U think is der most important in your life?&lt;br /&gt;      Happiness and family relationship.&lt;br /&gt;16. If U were on a ship, your mother and your boyfriend(been&lt;br /&gt;      toqether fer 2years) were knocked out of der ship, U only&lt;br /&gt;      have one lifefloat, who would U throw it to?&lt;br /&gt;      Like duh! My mother lah!&lt;br /&gt;17. What have U done to hurt yourself?&lt;br /&gt;      Thinking negatively.&lt;br /&gt;18. If time were to rewind, when will U want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;      End of 2004. To make my parents change their decision on......&lt;br /&gt;19. Have U felt der true meaninq of love?&lt;br /&gt;      I'm so pure. I don't know what is love.&lt;br /&gt;20. What is der thinq U don want to lose?&lt;br /&gt;       My family.&lt;br /&gt;Remove 1 question from der above and add in one personal q.&lt;br /&gt;Make a total of 20questions and tag 8people.&lt;br /&gt;List them out at der end of der post.&lt;br /&gt;Notify them at their taqboard that they've been taqqed.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! No time le. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2097143868708035136?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2097143868708035136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2097143868708035136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2097143868708035136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2097143868708035136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-5th-june-2008_05.html' title='Thursday, 5th June 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8382039118065731110</id><published>2008-06-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:58:48.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Thursday, 5th June 2008</title><content type='html'>Finally. I don't really like typing posts because I really have too much to type about and too little time to do that. Today, I'm posting with a motive-to complete the survey that Stefhanie has saboed me to do... I don't mind. Haha. I like doing this. Very fun. Ok. I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Name the 20 people you can think of right now.Don't read the questions till you named the 20 people.At the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;1. Chunwen&lt;br /&gt;2. Li Yue&lt;br /&gt;3. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;4. Stellina&lt;br /&gt;5. Ming Siew&lt;br /&gt;6. Xiao Hui&lt;br /&gt;7. Riyah&lt;br /&gt;8. Sharon&lt;br /&gt;9. Shao Xuan&lt;br /&gt;10. Hu Han&lt;br /&gt;11. Angel&lt;br /&gt;12. Xin Man&lt;br /&gt;13. Yanteng&lt;br /&gt;14. Xin Hui&lt;br /&gt;15. Jian Xin&lt;br /&gt;16. Jian Yu&lt;br /&gt;17. Isaac&lt;br /&gt;18. Teck Kia&lt;br /&gt;19. Janice&lt;br /&gt;20. Stefhanie&lt;br /&gt;(pls put the name before your ans to indicate hu r u talking about eg.[jason]{ans})&lt;br /&gt;How did you met 14?[Xin Hui] In class last year...&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you dont meet 1?[Chunwen] I wouldn't know would I?&lt;br /&gt;What if 9 and 20 dated?[Shao Xuan][Stefhanie] Impossible. I wouldn't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Will 6 and 17 date?[Xiao Hui][Isaac] How would I know? But it's possible... =P&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.[Joanne] Nice gal. Quite lame lately... XD&lt;br /&gt;Is 8 attractive?[Sharon] Ok lah. She sure knows how to dress up...&lt;br /&gt;Describe 7.[Riyah] Funny gal. Always throws my scores back into the cupboard! =D&lt;br /&gt;Know of any 12's family members?[Xin Man] Does maid count?&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if 18 broke up?[Teck Kia] Poor guy. He's not so successful...&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 speak?[Jian Xin] Alien. I don't understand him most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?[Shao Xuan] Mona or Lisa? I forgot leh... XD&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16?[Jian Yu] Should be 12 or 13.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time spoke to 13?[Yanteng] Last Friday, before Chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 fave singer/band?[Li Yue] Fei Lun Hai lor. What else does she think of?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever like 4?[Stellina] Unless I'm a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever date with 1?[Chunwen] A fan and idol relationship? Can consider. =D&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 single?[Janice] I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Whats 10's last name?[Hu Han] Obvious...&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever be in a relationship with 11?[Angel] If I'm a les. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;What's the school of 3?[Joanne] What the... Budget View lah!&lt;br /&gt;Where do 6 live?[Xiao Hui] Jurong East or West. I think it's West... =P&lt;br /&gt;Now, sabotage 5 people to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Who to sabo??? It's not like me to sabo people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8382039118065731110?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8382039118065731110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8382039118065731110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8382039118065731110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8382039118065731110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-5th-june-2008.html' title='Thursday, 5th June 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2045541646161878593</id><published>2008-05-08T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:32:35.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams r over'/><title type='text'>Thursday, 8th May 2008</title><content type='html'>Yay! Exams are over! I'm going mad with joy. It's the end of sleepless nights. It's also the end of head banging times. I've killed so many brain cells with my head banging habits whenever I cannot remember the notes I'm studying. I love coming back online. It's just so fun! Like you have forgotten everything that exists around you and immersed in the very clever computer that can process so much data than us. Maybe not us. Me. My brain cannot take more than one thing at a time. Makes me so hot-tempered. I get very bu shuang at times(frankly speaking, much better than JX). Anyway, XX(Xiao Xin for short) has been shot of JX so many times already, I wonder how much more he can take. There are too many kinds of detergents in this world to get rid of XX. Things like Vanish, Easy Off Bang just to name a few. Of course, the most useful weapon is the classic SCISSORS. Ok. Got tired of typing le. I'm off to music world. I LOVE MUSIC!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2045541646161878593?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2045541646161878593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2045541646161878593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2045541646161878593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2045541646161878593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-8th-may-2008.html' title='Thursday, 8th May 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3514877912240368752</id><published>2008-04-29T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T04:52:21.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYE'/><title type='text'>Tuesday, April 29 2008</title><content type='html'>Yo! End of the 1st and 2nd papers-EL P1 &amp;amp; Geography. I had stomachache halfway through EL exam and had to wait until it ended before I could dash to the toilet. By the time the teacher was collecting the papers, my bladder was full to the brim that I could pee the whole milk carton out. That's a proverb I invented. Haha. During Geography exam, it was worse. I was panicking the whole time and thinking of what kind of answers would best fit the questions. When 3 minutes were left, I contracted my pen and leaned back to rest, only to find one last question undone the very last minute. If handwriting marks were given, I would definitely lose marks for that question. Sao Ba kept on trying to bet with me. He wanted me to treat him if I top the class in Geog. I rejected of course. He kept on disturbing me with the same thing on other subjects also. I am now free of Geog for the whole year. I think I want to take Geog next year but I have to wait for my History results first. That's it for today I think. Oh ya, I went to Westmall. With Li Yue, Chunwen, Joanne, Stelllina &amp;amp; Bridget. Joanne went home first. Then, we went to Breadtalk to look at Chunwen and Bridget buying bread and at the same time smell the aroma of the irresistible bread. I could resist though. Haha. Then, bought Slurpee on the way home. Cola and apple flavour mixed together. Nice. Used the free coupon I got last week after buying the Giant Slurpee. I think just by looking at the name, you'll find the drink disgusting. S-L-U-R-P-E-E. The 1st 5 letters spell slurp which means slurping then you take note of the last 3 letters. Pee. The whole thing means slurping pee. But nevermind what the name says. It's the inside that counts. Haha. Went home and ate claypot rice. I love Mummy's cooking. Then, I think I drank Honeydew Vitagen. After that, I drank Marigold cereal milk. Later, I drank Marigold Go! Food Drink. Finally I ate an Uncle Tobys muesli bar. Wow! It's no wonder how I get stomachaches every now and then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3514877912240368752?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3514877912240368752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3514877912240368752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3514877912240368752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3514877912240368752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesday-april-29-2008.html' title='Tuesday, April 29 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-2885273104059262968</id><published>2008-04-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:06:19.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 19th April 2008</title><content type='html'>Hello again. I'm so exhausted. Yesterday's Speech Day was really SPEECH DAY. Mrs Tan gave a suuper long speech on the school. I was feeling so tired that I was tempted to fall asleep. The chair didn't allow me to do so. It was so uncomfortable that my back and neck were aching all over. I showed a very bu shuang face when I was receiving my prize. Turns out it's a $150 Borders gift card. Sorry guys, no treat. It's not cash. Plus there were 4 certificates. I don't even know where to keep them. Anyway, after the whole Speech Day thing, we finally got to eat dinner. The home econ students from 2E2 and 2E5 served us. I met Riyah and Ming Siew. I agree that it is tough. Haha. I told my dad that SJ was sitting somewhere behind us then he look and he laughed so loudly. I found his laughter so funny that I couldn't control myself. I laughed until lots of people looked at me. I didn't mind. He's my father and I don't care what anyone else thinks about us. I enjoyed eating with him. Later, I think it was a retribution. SJ complained to my mum that I talked too much. My mum asked him to change place. That will be the worst thing that will ever happen to me this year. I love my place. I admit it. It's the best place. Although it's hot, it's HOT. I hope SJ doesn't change my seat. I got to go now. Bye blog. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-2885273104059262968?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2885273104059262968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=2885273104059262968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2885273104059262968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/2885273104059262968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-19th-april-2008.html' title='Saturday, 19th April 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1214357860288215380</id><published>2008-03-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:50:41.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 26th March 2008</title><content type='html'>I love today! It's my fourteenth birthday! I'm so happy although it's already past twelve. I felt so tired in the morning but managed to eat a hashbrown and a sunshine egg. Mummy's cooking seriously rocks. It's so delicious. I walked to school rubbing my eyes. I hadn't woke up as I was making my way to class. When I just walked in, Chunwen and Lynette immediately wished me a Happy Birthday. I went to say hi to Li Yue next as she was busy completing her CR. She, also like her girlfriend(that's CW), shook my hand so vigorously that my whole body was shaking. Angel followed her and wished me Happy Birthday too. I was feeling so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was really the 1st time so many people were wishing me happy birthday. We had a Maths test today... so much for a birthday gift from Mr &lt;em&gt;Gun.&lt;/em&gt; I did some revision last night but the test was just horrible. I actually found the 1st few questions quite ok but as I went on, I got stuck on a lot of questions. I didn't notice that there was question 6 on the last page, so I missed it. Of course I got frustrated. Luckily Mr &lt;em&gt;Gun&lt;/em&gt; told us that the greatest failure is not failing the Maths test but it is not trying to complete it. Xiao Hui, Ming Siew, Sharon, Juwairiyah and Evelyn wished me happy birthday during band. We played Anthem again. I was hoping for Pirates. Mr Hoe had Mood Swings again but it's nothing much really. Ok, you may think that I have forgotten to write about the birthday presents I received from quite a number of you. I got:&lt;br /&gt;~A cute bear and rabbit cup- Chunwen, Lynette, Joanne &amp;amp; Stellina&lt;br /&gt;~A spiderman bag- Sharon&lt;br /&gt;~A tiny cute bear drawer+ A Hello Kitty CD rack- Xiao Hui&lt;br /&gt;~A delicious milk chocolate birthday cake+ A green pen+ Delicious noodles+ Veggies- Mummy&lt;br /&gt;I got to go and sleep now. I will receive more along the week. Goodnite and Goodbye! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1214357860288215380?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1214357860288215380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1214357860288215380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1214357860288215380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1214357860288215380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/03/wednesday-26th-march-2008.html' title='Wednesday, 26th March 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6527510610899536098</id><published>2008-03-23T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:01:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 23rd March 2008</title><content type='html'>I just came back from visiting my grandparents graves. Today is 'Qing Ming'. That's why I came to Malaysia from Thursday night. I will be going back later. Please don't simply accuse me of purposely planning this trip to Malaysia to skip the cheer practice on Saturday. I would have gone there as I don't know how to do that cheer. I had to come back. I feel so tired. I don't even know who to ask about tomorrow's cheer. I don't know what to wear and what to bring. I think I will have to try my luck already. Got to go now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6527510610899536098?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6527510610899536098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6527510610899536098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6527510610899536098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6527510610899536098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-23rd-march-2008.html' title='Sunday, 23rd March 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8262844513175947186</id><published>2008-03-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:09:17.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wednesday, 12 March 2008</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back! Yeah! I hardly go online nowadays, so you will find me really enthusiastic when I type my post. Went for band practice today. I never skip them. We played Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. Only a small, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; part of it though. It is really quite hard. I cannot sight read. That's a really great problem. Makes me lost most of the time. I really like Pirates. It is one of the movies which keeps me addicted to it. I find Jack Sparrow really funny. I seriously like his clothes. Yes, I mean the pirate clothes. It looks so &lt;em&gt;piratish.&lt;/em&gt; Ok. That was a very crazy word. I don't know how people write scripts for movies. The 3 Pirates movies are certainly great! I will try my best to play the piece of music although the main melody kind of belongs to the brass section. I love music. Music Rocks My Life! It's always the same rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8262844513175947186?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8262844513175947186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8262844513175947186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8262844513175947186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8262844513175947186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/03/wednesday-12-march-2008.html' title='Wednesday, 12 March 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3717619631353251002</id><published>2008-02-23T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:49:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 23rd February 2008</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time. Hardly got time to post. I normally type long stories on my blog, so I really don't have much time to post. I finally got 100 songs in my precious baby thumbdrive. I really don't get tired of the same old songs I hear almost everyday. That's why I think I need an iPod with big memory space. If I accumulate some more, I'm afraid that there is no more space to save them. I wonder when I can get an iPod. I really like the iPod classic. Haha. I think I can get it tonight, in my dreams. Yesterday, me and Stefhanie went to the "toilet" during Literature lesson. We were trying to find out who was playing the piano when everyone was in the hall. Every week, the same thing occurs. Whenever anyone steps out of the hall, the music just stops. It's really weird. The music the person or non-human plays is just so beautiful. No mistakes are made. I wonder who and why the person always play the piano during Literature Lecture. Anyway, we saw no one. Ms Chua's exit pass dropped halfway when we were running. We went back to tell her that we didn't know where it was but got scolded by her. We found it at the 3rd floor. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to do my homework. Visit often! Will update if I have time. I will visit you guys too! Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3717619631353251002?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3717619631353251002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3717619631353251002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3717619631353251002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3717619631353251002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/02/saturday-23rd-february-2008.html' title='Saturday, 23rd February 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1194941182688842262</id><published>2008-01-19T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:33:03.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 19 January 2008</title><content type='html'>I am here, in my family's holiday house in Malaysia, blogging about the very outdated happenings in my life. It's been so long since I blogged again because the start of 2008 proved to be really hectic. We did spring cleaning. It tired me out entirely. I could not get used to waking up early again. Slept too much during the holidays. We performed for the Sec 1 Orientation. It was disastrous. This happened almost 3 weeks ago. Some recent news. I went to Pizza Hut yesterday! Sounds cool huh! The service was HORRIBLE. Trust me. Although the food is superb, I'm never going to go to the Bukit Batok outlet anymore. They took so long to prepare the food that we had to use all the energy the food provided to run back to school. It cost $6.50 okay. The Sec 4s and 5s went to Ngee Ann Poly. I was alone playing 1st Clarinet. Junie had Music Elective Programme. Luckily, Mr Hoe gave us the scores for the ensemble competition and told us to form groups to practise. The thing I don't like about it is we are going for competition. I have really horrific stage fright. I would shiver and shiver and &lt;em&gt;SHIVER&lt;/em&gt;. Reminds me of the orientation performance. I actually didn't play most of the parts. Junie and Shafarie helped me to cover up. The overall result,  Mr Hoe shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's heard that 30+ juniors are joining us this year. Seems like BVMB is attracting more and more members year after year. There WERE 29 members in our batch. You know what happened? There are about 20 of us left. Seems like the rest could not take it. I expect the same thing to occur this year. There are sure to be members who quit.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music on youtube currently. Into the Storm. Quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and daddy cooked mee siam for dinner today. An extraordinary arrangment yeah. It was a success. My brothers and sisters loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go now to listen to more music and hunt for scores. I'd better treasure these 4 short years with my precious clarinet. It would be too expensive to buy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1194941182688842262?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1194941182688842262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1194941182688842262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1194941182688842262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1194941182688842262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/01/saturday-19-january-2008.html' title='Saturday, 19 January 2008'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3397861614388742185</id><published>2007-11-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:54:29.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thursday, 29 November 2007</title><content type='html'>Hi again. Thought I will come blogging again after I disappeared for a few weeks before the last post. I feel so happy. Really happy! There's no band practise tomorrow. That's cool! The other thing is that there is a 2 week interval from now to the next band practise. And the next practise is a half day one. We only need to report at 1.30p.m. That is one of the best thing that you can ever expect from Military Band.&lt;br /&gt;So long for now guys! I'm going to do some other things again. Good night, sleep tight. Finally, sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3397861614388742185?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3397861614388742185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3397861614388742185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3397861614388742185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3397861614388742185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-29-november-2007.html' title='Thursday, 29 November 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1866384201839110148</id><published>2007-11-28T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T05:42:33.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Wednesday, 28 November 2007</title><content type='html'>Long time no update. How many times must I say that as my first words on a blog post. I think I can even make this a monthly blog... Hope you guys will continue visiting my blog and of course, tagging. I don't really have much to say. It's just a boring holiday. Today, I assume, some of the band members are at KL. I guess this is the 2nd day. If I'm not wrong. I'm revealing the true reason of not going with them here. I always said that my mum doesn't allow me to go but the real thing is that I, myself don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't live without my family(I know that sounds like what a kid would say).&lt;br /&gt;2. KL is a very dangerous place.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been there countless times already(in fact, I'm going there again).&lt;br /&gt;4. It's far too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm not used to going out with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;6. I prefer spending my time in front of the computer and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;7. I feel afraid without my mum.&lt;br /&gt;8. I need a break after all those tiring band practises.&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't know how to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;10. I drool when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;There you are. 10 full reasons. Although some are terribly lame.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I will go and do some other things.&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1866384201839110148?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1866384201839110148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1866384201839110148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1866384201839110148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1866384201839110148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday-28-november-2007.html' title='Wednesday, 28 November 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-565431532201497397</id><published>2007-11-03T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:05:47.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 3 November 2007</title><content type='html'>Yo! We meet again. After a very long time... I don't go blogging often basically because I have limited time. Anyway, nice to see the blog again! Today, I watched Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo. I know it's very childish to do that at my age but I can't resist it. Actually, it was fantastic. I love watching movies and of course, listening to music. I found a song while browsing through Flixter. Westlife's Written in the Stars. Cool! So nice! I dunno when we are going to Escape Theme Park again. Can't wait. Will have more things to blog about to. Haha. During band practise yesterday, I was terribly tired. Mr Hoe transferred me from 3rd Clarinet to 1st Clarinet. Most of the music notes are so high that I have great difficulty reaching them. Of course, the scores are harder as well as 1st Clarinet is the melody. I think I will stop typing. Goodbye guys! Goodnite! Sleep tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-565431532201497397?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/565431532201497397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=565431532201497397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/565431532201497397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/565431532201497397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-3-november-2007.html' title='Saturday, 3 November 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4315599977522902647</id><published>2007-10-20T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:27.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 17 October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know today is not 17th October, but I really love this day that I have to post. This was the first time my parents ever allowed me to go out with my friends on a holiday. To make it better, we went to Escape Theme Park. 11 of us went there altogether. 5 guys, 6 gals. I met Lynette, Bridget, Chunwen, Wei Sin, Teck Kia, Jian Xin and Jian Yu at the MRT station at 9.30a.m. We waited for Stefhanie and Isaac to arrive, then we boarded the MRT. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxobSN50yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RpUpVGWR2hk/s1600-h/Empty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124085293996692258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxobSN50yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RpUpVGWR2hk/s320/Empty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met Joanne at Jurong East. Then, the whole group started out for Pasir Ris. It took about 1 hour 30 minutes to reach Pasir Ris. Then, we walked to Escape Theme Park. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxoaiN50xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I9ZgSseyb6Y/s1600-h/Downtown+East.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124085281111790354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxoaiN50xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I9ZgSseyb6Y/s320/Downtown+East.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way, there was this games arcade. The guys went in to play games. They took a long time to finally come out. We walked. When I finally saw the entrance to Escape, I was THRILLED. W&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxobiN50zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VlyXzd9ZVRY/s1600-h/Entrance+to+Escape.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124085298291659570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxobiN50zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VlyXzd9ZVRY/s320/Entrance+to+Escape.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e bought our tickets. Actually, we tried to lie about our age but&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxoZiN50vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S174eMrjkqk/s1600-h/1st+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124085263931921138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxoZiN50vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S174eMrjkqk/s320/1st+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the guy asked for our ez-link cards. So sad. Paid $8 more for&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxoaSN50wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qizSUekVsKA/s1600-h/1st+Ride+Background.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124085276816823042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxoaSN50wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qizSUekVsKA/s320/1st+Ride+Background.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the tickets. We went in and took the first ride. It was so hot but fun. We went to the Haunted House. I thought it was going to be terribly scary with ghosts jumping out at corners but there were only fake ghosts sitting stiffly. Jian Xin dared not enter or take any thrilling rides. Sad for him. Paid so much. We went to drive the go-karts. It was damn fun! After that, we went to the Family Coaster while waiting for the guys. It was kinda lame. Me, Chunwen and Lynette went spraying water at each other at the Blaster Boat. We got drenched in chlorine water-which seriously hurt my eyes. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxumyN501I/AAAAAAAAABE/qaSBwPYF3Gw/s1600-h/Inverter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124092088634954578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxumyN501I/AAAAAAAAABE/qaSBwPYF3Gw/s320/Inverter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we went to sit the Inverter. The thing went upside down! That was the first time ever that I sat an inverting ride. It was so cool. We kinda took the ride 4 times. Then we went to sit Wet &amp;amp; Wild. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxunCN502I/AAAAAAAAABM/2g_OclPNGFE/s1600-h/Wet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124092092929921890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxunCN502I/AAAAAAAAABM/2g_OclPNGFE/s320/Wet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha... The flume ride. Cool. The thing was like rushing down the slope. The water splashed to the back where Joanne was sitting. Haha... Luckily I was sitting in front. Then, we went to the Carnival Games &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxunCN503I/AAAAAAAAABU/6K8AvLuKnxY/s1600-h/Yitao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124092092929921906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxunCN503I/AAAAAAAAABU/6K8AvLuKnxY/s320/Yitao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which was sitting in a huge tent shaped like a circus. Went in and wasted a lot of money. Won 4 Yitaos. After that, we went to Burger King and Orange Julius for lunch. It was already 3.30p.m. I bought a Fish Burger and a Large Coke because I will never want to eat Chicken Burgers like Kartar. The cashier was the &lt;em&gt;blur blur&lt;/em&gt; type who did not remember everything and forgot to give me the burger until I asked.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxumyN500I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SjqVY3qERjc/s1600-h/Go-kart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124092088634954562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxumyN500I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SjqVY3qERjc/s320/Go-kart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, we went to drive the go-karts again. I think we went to ride on the Kite Flyer like Superman. There were 7 of us who drove altogether. It was so fun speeding down the slope. Then, we nearly went home when Stefhanie found her house keys missing. It should have fallen off at the Inverter. So, we made a report at the Guest Relations office and waited for the search of the keys. We took the first ride again twice. Then, since we had nothing else to do, we went to sit the Choo Choo Train. Lame. Like a kid's ride. But we just enjoyed the slow ride as we were getting tired. Then, we finally went home. Me, Joanne, Jian Xin, Jian Yu and Teck Kia took the MRT home while the rest went home by cab. They still took MRT at Yishun. Finally reached home at 7.55p.m. after a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4315599977522902647?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4315599977522902647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4315599977522902647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4315599977522902647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4315599977522902647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-17-october-2007.html' title='Wednesday, 17 October 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/RxxobSN50yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RpUpVGWR2hk/s72-c/Empty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4027091419278254667</id><published>2007-10-13T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T06:47:26.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Saturday, 13 October 2007</title><content type='html'>Today is Joy's birthday! Happy Birthday, Joy! I love Saturdays the best. 1. No need to go to school. 2. Can sleep until lunch time. 3. Can sleep late. 4. The next day no need to go to school. 5. Can use the computer. 6. Can read storybooks. 7. Can eat as much as I want. 8. Can smile &lt;em&gt;retardedly. &lt;/em&gt;9. Can fight with my brother and sisters. 10. Can watch TV. There. 10 reasons to like Saturday. Cool huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4027091419278254667?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4027091419278254667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4027091419278254667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4027091419278254667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4027091419278254667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturday-13-october-2007.html' title='Saturday, 13 October 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6693995062320682799</id><published>2007-10-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:54:27.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams r over'/><title type='text'>Thursday, 11 October 2007</title><content type='html'>EOY are over! Can you guys believe it? Sec 1 so fast over already. Can celebrate le. Think about it. Next year Sec 2 le. Streaming. Forget about that first lah. Now, I think we should concentrate on how to spend the next few months playing. Haha! My mum says I can go out and play computer games everyday. That's music to my ears. I've only gone out with friends less than 5 times this year. So guys, if you want to go out with me, this is the right time. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6693995062320682799?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6693995062320682799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6693995062320682799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6693995062320682799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6693995062320682799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-11-october-2007.html' title='Thursday, 11 October 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4020666893365474791</id><published>2007-10-09T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:13:44.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOY'/><title type='text'>Tuesday, 9 October 2007</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I'm here bloggin' although others are studyin'. I bet this will make those of you who cannot use the computer jealous right? Don't worry guys, after the exams, you may be stuck in front of the computer the whole day. Guys, End-Of-Year is very, very, very, very, very(do I sound like Kartar?) important if you want to promote to next year's express stream. So, you guys must study hard ok? Coz after this, you'll be free!(at least for 2 months) I sincerely wish you guys all the best! Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4020666893365474791?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4020666893365474791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4020666893365474791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4020666893365474791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4020666893365474791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesday-9-october-2007.html' title='Tuesday, 9 October 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7964612779088974530</id><published>2007-09-16T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:27:40.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle XY'/><title type='text'>Sunday, 16 September 2007</title><content type='html'>Haha! Finally got time to update my blog. I just tried to go to the volcano website to search for data on the geography homework. I searched in vain. Nevermind. I watched Kyle XY just now at 4p.m. My cousin recommended it to us. I think it's nice. Quite funny and mysterious. The ending at every episode will make you wonder what will happen next. That's why it has attracted me. Kyle is a guy kidnapped 20 years ago and was cloned I think. Then I don't know why but he ended up in a forest naked. He doesn't have a belly button you know. It's so scary. He was adopted by a woman called Nicole I think. She has a husband, Steven and 2 children called Josh and Lori I think. Kyle is a pro. He helped Josh complete his test with all the questions correct within a short time. He uses his brain 100%. His drawing is also terrific. He uses crayons to draw, pixle by pixle but the product is so real like a photograph. He is also the blur blur type but a genius. He jumped off the roof without hurting himself. Haha! Very interesting to me but I don't know if it is to anyone else. I think you should check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7964612779088974530?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7964612779088974530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7964612779088974530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7964612779088974530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7964612779088974530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-16-september-2007.html' title='Sunday, 16 September 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6837710982099662760</id><published>2007-09-03T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:26:27.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 3 September 2007</title><content type='html'>Haiz...tried to update my blog today but not enough time already. My typing is damn slow. Recently, I'm always feeling down. Today's worse. I dunno why but I always have that feeling. I feel like crying. My father had work to do. Something really important to Singapore, so we had to cancel the trip to KL and Genting Highlands. So sad right? But we have no choice. My father cannot take leave for this once. So the whole family will have to bear with it. I'm going to school tomorrow. Worse, I haven't prepared for the oral presentation which I seriously suck at. I'm preparing for the worse. "I'm just down..." it's part of JJ Lin's Down which Xiao Hui sent. I found it really nice. Especially at this time when I am feeling very down. I won't be able to concentrate tomorrow for sure. I got to to. Bye bye. =( Cheer me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6837710982099662760?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6837710982099662760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6837710982099662760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6837710982099662760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6837710982099662760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-3-september-2007.html' title='Monday, 3 September 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-411276793307071527</id><published>2007-08-09T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:14:03.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Day'/><title type='text'>Sports Day cum National Day celebrations</title><content type='html'>There was this crazy heavy jam at Bukit Batok. Actually can go by the other way but it was more convenient after my father dropped my sis off at Keming. The jam was like horrible! Then, whenever I rush every traffic light turns red. So, it was seriously terrifying. Every single traffic light I met turned red and took damn long to turn green. I got so nervous, afraid that I had to do DC again. I reached at 7:30a.m. Then, didn't know where 1E4 is so spent some time looking at the seating plan. Then I walk along and saw Xin Hui. I waved and she waved back! -_-''' Then I went to sit beside Li Yue and Joanne. Almost everyone came quite early. Except Eric. Then the CCAs went marching. Band was playing the rythm. Percussion. Then, Gopal came to ask us to keep the cameras. I hate her. After that, Mrs Tan gave the extremely long National Day message. The sports day started right after. Janice got 1st place for the C Division Girls 100m race. Congrats to her for breaking the record too. The exciting one is the teachers race. Shen Jian run 4x100m. I seriously CAN'T believe that he ran so quickly that I couldn't catch him on my camera! I will try to post the video here. Gotta go! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-411276793307071527?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/411276793307071527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=411276793307071527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/411276793307071527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/411276793307071527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/sports-day-cum-national-day.html' title='Sports Day cum National Day celebrations'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-5643493843833179427</id><published>2007-08-04T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:01:00.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Saturday, 4 August 2007</title><content type='html'>Hah! Finally got time to update my blog! Ok, let's flashback on what happened yesterday. Oh, and if anybody noticed, Li Yue is getting weirder and weirder. I don't know if you noticed anything weird about her. Nevermind. Oh ya, a lot of people skipped band yesterday and I might have skipped if I knew we were going to do footdrill the whole band practise. The weather was damn hot ok! I don't know if it has to do with global warming but it seems like the temperature is rising everyday. We did footdrill until we were like roast chickens. I didn't bring my PE attire so I had to do pumping...the road was so HOT! Luckily Yu Zheng told sir about it and we moved in. Then, I had to see the stupid pig head to print the National Day photo. I went back to school at 5:30p.m. Li Yue didn't call me as she promised to again and she didn't pick up the phone either. I wonder what's up with her. Ok, so I went back to school again and met Lynette (they were going to watch the li da sha thing). She accompanied me to see pig head but he was not in so we waited for I forgot how long before he came back. After that, he told me that it was too late already but I came earlier and he was having oral! It made me really mad! I walked around with Lynette until she and Stellina went in. Don't know what to say already...bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-5643493843833179427?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5643493843833179427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=5643493843833179427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5643493843833179427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/5643493843833179427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-4-august-2007.html' title='Saturday, 4 August 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3309826915023932713</id><published>2007-07-15T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:13:40.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Sunday, 15 July 2007</title><content type='html'>Hah! No school today! But got to go to school tomorrow... *sigh* I went to buy a new pair of shoes today! Yay! Those shoes are more fashionable. I also bought 2 pairs of socks. Ok, at least not those childish ones. I consider changing my blogskin to Harry Potter one. The movie is so nice! I haven't watched the latest movie. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. My sister watched already. She said it was very nice! I can't bear to see Sirius die. I may cry. Ya cry. You won't see me crying in school but maybe in the movie theatre. I don't like people to see me cry you know. Xiao Hui saw my blog link in someone's blog so she came to my blog. I will link her and Joy! Haha... Ok lah! Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3309826915023932713?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3309826915023932713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3309826915023932713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3309826915023932713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3309826915023932713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-15-july-2007.html' title='Sunday, 15 July 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-3218810163532216772</id><published>2007-07-07T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:53:25.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Heats'/><title type='text'>BVSS Sports Heats 2007</title><content type='html'>I was kinda looking forward to it. I kept on looking at the clock in class. In the end, the Maths teacher didn't let us off early. Nobody's gonna forgive her. She let us off at 1p.m. instead of 12:20p.m. The whole bus was waiting for us. When we finally reached the stadium, a lot of people were there already. I'm taking part in Event 2, 200m race, Heat 3. I waited quite long. Then, when it was my turn, I freaked out. I found out that 200m is a long way. The 1st 100m was ok, but my legs started to feel tired. Of course I need to continue running to the finishing line. I didn't know whether I finished 3rd or 4th but my timing was 3.493 mins I think. Haha... can buy 4D. I watched the rest of the race. Band finished 4th for both the C and B Division 4x100m inter-CCA race. So sad. There was a Milo truck there. Joanne brought me there to drink the Milo. Then, I felt thirsty again. So, we waited for the blue guy to go away, then went to take another cup of it. When everything was finished, we waited for the bus for 10mins I think. It was a long ride back to school. I fell asleep in the bus. When I woke up, we were back in school. I seriously felt tired. I slept until 11a.m. this morning. Anyway, today is 7th July 2007! 07/07/07... So cool! Only happens once in a hundred years. Back to where I am... I felt muscle pains in my legs and butt today... *ouch* I'm serious ok... It hurts. LOL! I think I got to go! Until the next post, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-3218810163532216772?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3218810163532216772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=3218810163532216772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3218810163532216772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/3218810163532216772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/07/bvss-sports-heats-2007.html' title='BVSS Sports Heats 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-476676355323845397</id><published>2007-06-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:07:03.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Day After Band Camp'/><title type='text'>The Day After Band Camp</title><content type='html'>Heard of The Day After Tomorrow? Nice movie. But have you ever heard of The Day After Band Camp? Ok. Now you are going to read it. "Wake up! It's already 12p.m.!" That's the 1st thing I heard on The Day After Band Camp. Then I fell asleep again. I woke up again to find my mum rushing in to my room to take something. My sister lost her haversack in Japan only to find it in the bus the next day. Well I went to the toilet to wash up and found out that I had muscle pains on my legs, shoulders and worse of all my stomach. Wow. I got to go. Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-476676355323845397?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/476676355323845397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=476676355323845397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/476676355323845397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/476676355323845397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-after-band-camp.html' title='The Day After Band Camp'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6721181856146751942</id><published>2007-05-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:27.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/Rlg2tlX5bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fc7fPRhB1iU/s1600-h/Martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068861537359851282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/Rlg2tlX5bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fc7fPRhB1iU/s320/Martin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha... I finally know how to add pictures to my blog! Today need to do the project. ~Haiz~ so boring one. I just add this picture for fun. Anyway, this is my Windows Live Messenger picture. I found this on the web. So cute! I even added it to the Science Lab Rules Project. ~Haiz~ never pass it up... So sad right... Now nothing to do... Only have to search for data. I don't know how to use chinese to search. Still need to print. It's not just 1 page... it's 10 pages okay. Very sad. I already finished the chinese 成语 writing. Haha! The teacher made us write so much until my hand hurt! I used about 2 days to finish it. Now, so many people are offline already. ~Haiz~ used the computer too late already. At least can listen to songs while doing the chinese project. But today the imeem playlist loaded too slowly. Nevermind. Now only I found out I didn't post anything for quite long already. Okay, got to go already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6721181856146751942?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6721181856146751942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6721181856146751942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6721181856146751942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6721181856146751942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg_9g6fVt9s/Rlg2tlX5bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fc7fPRhB1iU/s72-c/Martin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8876866074608149647</id><published>2007-05-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:40:09.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad monday'/><title type='text'>Monday, 14 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, the PE teacher ask the people who failed their 2.4km run to retake their timings. The rest can play Captain Ball. I chose to run with Li Yue instead because I prefer to run than to play. Anyway, I promised to give her support. This time, I ran really slowly. I took 17 mins plus to reach the end point with Li Yue. I was really tired. Then, all subject teachers who take us for lessons today returned our exam scripts to us. I did really badly for this exams. Guess I didn't study hard enough. My art got 84, history got 81 and science got 75.5 but I there's a question with the wrong answer so I think I will get 1 more mark... Hehehe... *Sigh* didn't go online earlier. Now the time is 8:36pm already. So, no one is online. I kinda forgot to copy the stupid temp time table for tomorrow but since everyone's offline, forget about it. I think I won't bring anything tomorrow because I think all the teachers will return us the exam papers. Too bad this week got double bitch. I'm going to get the hell of my life this week. Just looking at her makes me feel sick. Worse, she lied to us. She told us that 2 weeks ago was the last lesson. It made us so happy but then we found out theat she lied. I swear that I will hate her forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8876866074608149647?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8876866074608149647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8876866074608149647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8876866074608149647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8876866074608149647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/monday-14-may-2007.html' title='Monday, 14 May 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-7742800174281804399</id><published>2007-05-13T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:01:20.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mummy'/><title type='text'>Mummy's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Mummy's Day. Dunno how to celebrate... *sigh* I made a Mothers' Day card last night. It seems too normal. I think I will go to Westmall tomorrow to see what I can get for mummy. Last night, I listened to the radio because I couldn't sleep. I listened to the 周公讲鬼. The 1st story is about a guy called 小孙. He went back home from school at 8:30p.m. by bicycle. There were no students on the streets that day. A cold wind blew past him and blew up some dried leaves from the ground. It made a ghostly sound. Then, he saw a white ghostly figure some distance away from him. It went further and further away from him then disappered abruptly. It was then when he started to think about his primary school girlfriend. They promised to like each other even though 1 of them died and became a ghost. He shuddered at the thought. Then he thought that his girlfriend had already went to a secondary school and had not seen her for 6 months. He rode his bicycle faster and faster. When he reached the bottom of his flat, his bicycle chain dropped. He had no other option but to push it. Then he heard a voice calling him. He turned and saw his girlfriend. He said hi to her and asked her if  she had been well for the past 6 months. She didn't answer but reminded him about the promise. The guy didn't say anything. When he looked at the girl again, he saw that her face was covered in blood. The next day, police found his body at the void deck. He was clutching a copy of a newspaper which was published 6 months ago. The news was about his girlfriend and her family involved in a cable car accident. All of them lost their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Scary huh? The next story is funny. It is a story about a family which lives very happily. After the father died 5 years ago, the eldest son took on the responsibility to look after his family. During the qing ming period, he bought a chicken to pray his father as his father loved to eat chicken. He went to his grandfather's grave 1st and used the chicken to pray. Then, he went to his father's grave and used the same chicken to pray. The next day, when he wanted to go jogging, he saw his father standing outside the door. He was surprised but asked his father if anything was wrong. His father said that he only got to eat chicken bones the day before. He asked his son why he gave him chicken bones to eat. His son found out that his grandfather had "eaten" the chicken before he gave it to his father......&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Later, I could not sleep. So I continued to listen to the radio. There were so many children calling in to choose songs for their mums. How touching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-7742800174281804399?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7742800174281804399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=7742800174281804399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7742800174281804399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/7742800174281804399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/mummys-day.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4776078241744583173</id><published>2007-05-09T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:20:54.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams r over'/><title type='text'>English Paper over liao! Left the worse......Art.</title><content type='html'>English paper finally over liao. Only left art. That's bad. Today chat with so many people. Because exam over already. Very fun to chat with so many people. Haha... Next time, I will add more people. Anyway, my blog got so many nice songs already. I will add more when I'm free. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4776078241744583173?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4776078241744583173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4776078241744583173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4776078241744583173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4776078241744583173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/english-paper-over-liao-left-worseart.html' title='English Paper over liao! Left the worse......Art.'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-4904523693699124918</id><published>2007-05-04T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:48:35.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scolded'/><title type='text'>Friday, 4 May 2007</title><content type='html'>Today I brought my clarinet to school only to find that today don't have band practise. Luckily Li Yue also brought her flute. If not I will look like a bai chi. So at least got another bai chi same like me. Hehehe...... Evil smile. Then, pi gu you yan jing give me a After Eight chocolate, a correction tape and a black pen. The chocolate very nice because inside got mint. The correction tape very cute. I love the colour black and gel pens. Then, after school we played catching in the classroom. After that, we went to the canteen to celebrate Smelly's birthday. We sing the Madagascar birthday song:&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;You live in a zoo,&lt;br /&gt;You look like a monkey,&lt;br /&gt;And~ you smell like one too.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Then, we drank some soft drinks. They bought 10 bottles. I only found out that I have not drank the Sprite for so long already. Li Yue mixed all the drinks together in a cup and I went to challenge it. In the end, it was so delicious that everyone started to mix the drinks. Hehehe! I stuffed 23 Yupi Apple sweets into my pocket. Then, the whole place was a mess. The principle came to scold us. We had to stay back to clean up the whole canteen. I ate so much. I think although it is Smelly's birthday party, I made a right choice to stay back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-4904523693699124918?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4904523693699124918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=4904523693699124918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4904523693699124918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/4904523693699124918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-4-may-2007.html' title='Friday, 4 May 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8209742716407542503</id><published>2007-04-25T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T04:29:19.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Wednesday, 25th April 2007</title><content type='html'>Yo! 2day i planned 2 trick Li Yue one but i woke up late in the morning. i wanted 2 use a crayon and write "I love u. From Smelly." Then, during recess, we go n write smelly, Eee, Yuck!, Farmer and nongmin on his table. he go and erase all the words except for nongmin leh! i think he thinks that Li Yue wrote it so he keep the word. Silly smelly. he so stupid one lor! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8209742716407542503?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8209742716407542503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8209742716407542503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8209742716407542503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8209742716407542503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/wednesday-25th-april-2007.html' title='Wednesday, 25th April 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-1103098482021785833</id><published>2007-04-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:15:27.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siao liao'/><title type='text'>Wednesday, 11 April 2007</title><content type='html'>Today damn funny during Science lesson lor! The 屁股有眼睛pasted masking tapes on the tables in the science labs as markings 4 the experiment. Broom and Hong Yi dunno wat it was so broom go n peel it off n write a message on it. Then, he ask Hong Yi 2 put the sticky side facing up on Ong Jin's stool when Ong Jin was standing up. Ong Jin dunno then he sit down. Broom &amp; Hong Yi keep on laughing at the back  so me &amp; Joanne ask them why. They told us bout it then we keep on wishing that Ong Jin would stand up. Broom ask Ong Jin 2 lend him the practical wkbk but Ong Jin juz pass it 2 him. Then he purposely drop his pen on the floor n ask Ong Jin 2 pick up but Ong Jin bend down the other side. Then suddenly he stand up 2 talk 2 Stefhantie n I saw it! The tape was stuck right at his asshole! I couldn't stop laughing lor! Joanne didn't see it. Then going back 2 the classroom he finally stood up! Evryone crowded around his butt to see the sticker. The sticker already become so tiny &amp;amp; crumpled! Cos he squirmed his butt on the stool ma! Wah! I laughed non stop until almost cry lor! Then after school go Westmall 2 look 4 Thailand things. Then go Mcdonalds to eat lunch. We asked for so much sauce got tomato, curry and mayonaisse. Eat french fries with them. Then after we finish eating the Jian Xin go n mix all the sauce 2gether until look like shit. It was so disgusting but funny. Then at the other table got 1 look like lady man flipping the newspaper for 4D nos. He keep on looking at us n laughing. Then Jian Xin said if he look at us 1 more time then he will show him the mixture. Later Isaac go n put his hand above the sauce n told Jian Xin to do the same cos it 烧烧1. Jian Xin really go n put his hand there then Isaac smash his hand onto the sauce! We all go crazy! Then Angel n Xin Man go mcdonalds 2 eat oso. That was a very good chance. We tried 2 fool Angel but she didn't wan 2 do it. We even tried 2 make her smell it. Like wat we wanted 2 do 2 the man ask him to look at the paper closely got 4D nos and smash his head down. Anyway, Xin Man fell 4 it. We all smash her hand onto the sauce. Hahaha! Wah siao liao! Later go back home without anything done. 2morrow gotta go 2 skool early so sleep liao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-1103098482021785833?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1103098482021785833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=1103098482021785833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1103098482021785833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/1103098482021785833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/wednesday-11-april-2007.html' title='Wednesday, 11 April 2007'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-8751431994529465240</id><published>2007-04-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T06:54:08.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><title type='text'>2 April 2007, Monday</title><content type='html'>Today shenjian say 5-6 girls did not participate in the cheer. I know it's me. 'cos very embarrassed leh. The bitch let 1E3 late for assembly and they kena scolding because of her. Hear her talking in class also feel like kicking her butt lor. But scared her shit splat on my face. Hehehe! g2g liao.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-8751431994529465240?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8751431994529465240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=8751431994529465240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8751431994529465240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/8751431994529465240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-april-2007-monday.html' title='2 April 2007, Monday'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001299208313773835.post-6571912676369178571</id><published>2007-04-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T06:33:52.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooled'/><title type='text'>Happy April Fools!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just created this blog a few days ago 'cos my sis also got a blog. Anyway this April Fools Day was not as fun as last few yrs one lor. 'Cos this April Fools is on Sunday. Only can play the old pranks on my bro &amp;amp; sis like the "Ah! Got cockroach!" ~hai~ if not can play pranks on friends. My blog is quite awful. I dunno how to put music leh......how do I get a tagboard??? I very very blur one lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001299208313773835-6571912676369178571?l=funny-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6571912676369178571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001299208313773835&amp;postID=6571912676369178571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6571912676369178571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001299208313773835/posts/default/6571912676369178571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-april-fools.html' title='Happy April Fools!!!'/><author><name>yinghui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898222026022777899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
