<?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-4334317818037118675</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:45:27.995+08:00</updated><category term='Ranting'/><category term='School week'/><title type='text'>crazy is the new BLACK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-1490104828678337413</id><published>2010-06-21T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:05:45.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNOYING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-1490104828678337413?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1490104828678337413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=1490104828678337413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1490104828678337413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1490104828678337413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/06/annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-3738584481938152701</id><published>2010-06-09T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:13:39.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed my FTT! :D</title><content type='html'>I wanted to revive the blog, so I gotta pay more attention to writing stuff here right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, took my FTT today, and I passed! It was so nerve-wreaking to press submit 'cause you'll never know what and why you failed/passed. LOLOL. I'm just so happy I passed that I actually spent the past couple of hours clearing all the JC stuff. I even dug out an antique shredder that actually died on me. Lol. I managed to go through the chem, GP and Maths pile before it did though. :D Never thought shredding Chem papers could be so therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should start looking for another job, 'cause the istudio one doesn't seem to be working out quite so much. So when I'm like walking around, I gotta keep my eyes open for the part-time jobs that are available. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out on tomorrow with Beryl, but I have no idea where....hmmm....that kinda reminds me that I have to message her to find out. On friday, Dhwani and I are finally going out with Abrie! Yay! :) Going to 313 for a little shopping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beryl was talking about buying some presents, birthday or otherwise, for her friends, which kinda jolted me a little. :) I still owe her a present, and a couple other friends. LOL. I kinda have an idea of what to get Beryl, since the group thing that me and Cia was planning wasn't going through, so, I'll just see how much cash I have on me, and work from there. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-3738584481938152701?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3738584481938152701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=3738584481938152701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3738584481938152701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3738584481938152701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/06/passed-my-ftt-d.html' title='Passed my FTT! :D'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-5165893549726476053</id><published>2010-05-30T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:46:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test coming, test coming</title><content type='html'>I gotta study for my FTT but it's like so confusing. I'm doing the book and it tells me one thing, but my teacher tells me another??? Weird man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weird, I was watching the Brady Bunch on HBO recently, and to quote a phrase from the movie, it was like, totally, 'far out'. The Brady Bunch are like a whole lot of silly people floating in their own bubble oblivious to the people around them. Funny. Really, on a whole psychotic kind of level. LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-5165893549726476053?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5165893549726476053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=5165893549726476053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5165893549726476053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5165893549726476053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/test-coming-test-coming.html' title='Test coming, test coming'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-8752663227804635141</id><published>2010-05-30T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:30:37.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this off an email my mum sent me quite long back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;EASY                               DIFFICULT              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to judge others poorly    Difficult is to recognize our own     &lt;br /&gt;                                 mistakes / weaknesses &amp;amp; learn from them&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to talk without thinking  Difficult is to refrain the tongue    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to hurt another's         Difficult is to heal the wound... and &lt;br /&gt;feelings                          to forgive those who hurt our feelings&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy  to say sorry without        Difficult is to be truly remorseful &amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt;meaning it                        ask for forgiveness                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to set rules              Difficult is to follow rules          &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to dream                  Difficult is to fight for a dream...and&lt;br /&gt;                                 realize it                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to show victory           Difficult is to assume defeat with    &lt;br /&gt;                                 dignity...                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to admire                 Difficult to see the other side...    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to stumble                Difficult is to get up and try again  &lt;br /&gt;                                 and again to reach one's goal ...     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to make promises          Difficult is to fulfill all our       &lt;br /&gt;                                 promises...                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to say we love            Difficult is to truly love, ie        &lt;br /&gt;                                 unconditionally ...                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to criticize others       Difficult  to accept criticisms from  &lt;br /&gt;                                 others about us or our loved ones...  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to make mistakes          Difficult to admit our mistakes       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to weep for a lost love.  Difficult is to take care of it so not&lt;br /&gt;                                 to lose it.                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to think about improving  Difficult is to stop thinking &amp;amp; start &lt;br /&gt;                                 taking steps to improve...            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to think bad of others    Difficult is to give others the benefit&lt;br /&gt;                                 of the doubt...                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy is to receive                Difficult is to give                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Easy to read this message         Difficult to follow the good advice     &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-8752663227804635141?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8752663227804635141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=8752663227804635141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/8752663227804635141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/8752663227804635141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-this-off-email-my-mum-sent-me-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-9048407758349874422</id><published>2010-05-24T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:56:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking....</title><content type='html'>Just watched a youtube video about Gay rights on the Tyra Banks Show. I've read all the comments for the for and the against, and I've got to say, that I feel that's it's gonna be one big battle that's probably not going to end anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so.....heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with some people's points (both for and against) and don't like some comments that each side made too. I just pray that something like that would not come into my little country. We probably wouldn't be able to handle the stress of it. I know we cannot. Singapore has to remain neutral, and fair to all. But with all the different opinions floating around, you'll never know if the people would agree to be fair and neutral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-9048407758349874422?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9048407758349874422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=9048407758349874422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/9048407758349874422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/9048407758349874422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/thinking.html' title='Thinking....'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-9063945012140804787</id><published>2010-05-19T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:57:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno.....</title><content type='html'>I feel kinda bad for shutting down when Mum tried to talk to me just now. I mean, I couldn't help it. I just needed for her to chill and let me sort out my thoughts before I could actually tell her straight to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rejections from all three Unis I applied to, and I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm kinda in a state of numbness now, I dunno. I feel like I should be crying, but I can't. I feel like I should just let it go, but I can't. I don't know what to feel right now. Because, now, I feel nothing. AT ALL. Sometimes I think whether there's something wrong with me, you know. I can't cry. I thought I almost did just now, but, nope, sorely mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God has a way for me, and Beryl will always be there whenever I need her. We're both on the same boat, and, I should trust in both of them. I have both spiritual and physical support, I mean, what more could I ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that there's like something wrong with this picture of me typing this message. I mean, shouldn't I be like, I dunno, dying right now? My future's been ripped out in front of me, and I know a lot of friends that are going happily to their new schools. I think I've hid so much that I don't feel anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for certain, sometimes I feel like I'm kinda a loser. (Not even in a good way either). I've never done well for school, only just managed to scrape through mostly. I'm going to get compared to my sibling, my cousins soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't feel anything right now. I don't even know what I'm doing is correct or not. I probably should sleep it off. I know I'm gonna wake up to an empty house tomorrow, and I'll have a lot of time to think. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-9063945012140804787?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9063945012140804787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=9063945012140804787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/9063945012140804787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/9063945012140804787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dunno.html' title='I dunno.....'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4120057527901396506</id><published>2010-05-15T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:30:34.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed....Kinda</title><content type='html'>I got rejected already. LOLOL. To think that some people are worried about what course to choose when I can't even get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....no one understands, and sometimes, I kinda feel like I'm alone. I never thought I'll be depressed over my results, I always told myself not to, but it seems like it just comes naturally. I can't talk to my family about it, they wouldn't understand. They try to help, but it's only going to make it worse. No point making them worry about me as well as my results. They have enough on their plate already. My friends, or what's left of them anyway, have troubles of their own. They couldn't help me even if they tried. (Some wouldn't even try. *sigh*) All alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta trust that God would pave a way for me. I gotta trust in him especially now when everything is against. I gotta pray hard that he thinks I'm good enough to be helped. I just gotta pray that he hears me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4120057527901396506?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4120057527901396506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4120057527901396506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4120057527901396506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4120057527901396506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/depressedkinda.html' title='Depressed....Kinda'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-3944679381169316943</id><published>2010-05-04T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T03:39:13.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Part 2</title><content type='html'>Thought things through. Pretty thoroughly too. I miss my life. The one where I had months where I could go to school and not worry about tests, exams, teachers and parents alike breathing down my neck. I miss my class, my cca, the people that were with me and the ones that still are. I'm lucky to have all that I have. Especially the ones that made the choice to stick by me, even though I know at times that trust and faith was tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't help wondering what other people think of me. What they say of me behind my back. Aren't you curious, whether good or bad, when someone looks in your direction but quickly turns around pretending to be preoccupied? Or people suddenly laughing for no apparent reason other than sharing a little joke amongst themselves and totally not including you? I hate the feeling of exclusion, and have recently realized that I've been doing that to one too many people. Sorry dears. :( Do what you want others to do to you. Every time I remember talking about someone behind their back, dissing them or even just agreeing with a friend's diss, I feel kinda bad. Nobody wants anyone else to be talking bad about them, even though ignorance is bliss. I would hate for it to happen to me. I, after all, have first hand experience of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Ruby on the style network recently, and it was showing the advertisement of the episode of her forgetting her whole childhood, and that set me thinking about my own. I'm only like 19 this year, but I can't really remember much in primary school. I remember stuff like what the building was like, the walks I took around the school, the bookshops, new and old. Even some of my class life in pri 6 I still remembered. Other then that, everything is just a blur. I always assumed that I did terrible in my lower primary, causing me to drop from B to D to finally E (in class) But according to my results book, I was doing well, As and Bs, even for chinese. Mummy always said that I was pretty competitive with my friends, and then one day, it all just stopped. She also told me I was bullied, and I came home sad about it, but refused to tell her who. *shakes head* I was exactly who I am now, keeping all my feelings to myself. I supposed i didn't want to get in trouble if my mum did report the person. But was that traumatic enough for me to forget my childhood? Honestly. Even pictures can't really bring back any memories. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep now. I'm supposed to meet Beryl and Chaying at JP to watch Ironman 2 at 2. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-3944679381169316943?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3944679381169316943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=3944679381169316943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3944679381169316943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3944679381169316943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-part-2.html' title='Thoughts Part 2'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-1353389011506598938</id><published>2010-05-04T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:32:55.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Part 1</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes when you think you know someone prreeetttyy well? And then something happens that kinda blows you away, and you go "Wwwwhhhhaaaa?" Well folks, that's what happened to me today. I've been told so many things so many times that I thought the situation would be still ongoing. Yeah. How wrong was I. Seriously. I have never felt so.....argh....I dunno. I can't really think about it right now. All I wanted to be was a good friend. Or at least present the vague idea of what I thought a friend should be. I never had many friends that stayed with me, all the way until now (and I love all you peeps for it :) ) I never had someone sit me down and listen to my problems, listen to my likes, my dislikes. I just don't think I know anything definitive anymore. I've put so much of myself out there that when I get pushed back, it hurts. It hurts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can do it anymore. To do so much for people that I don't think I know anymore. I try so hard. But it's hard. I knew that it would not be easy. I knew that it would be tough. I knew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had to be tough. But there's only so much I can do before I break down. Before I fall and can never pull myself up again. My friends and family are the only important things to me (other than the Man Upstairs of course. :) ). I put everything I have to make it work. But, sometimes it doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually never works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stop trying altogether. I can't put up this facade, pretending that everything's always alright. I can't listen to other people's feelings when I'm too busy trying to calm mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Some people I know got it right. They never left anything phase them. Never let anything on the outside hurt their inside. One person once told me not to let other people's actions and feelings affect my mind. She might never know how much her advice means to me, especially since we rarely meet up at all now. But for what it's worth, THANKS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to be in the backseat now. Not initiate anything anymore. It just takes too much energy. I'll probably just devote it to job-searching. Anything to keep my mind off what I have inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-1353389011506598938?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1353389011506598938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=1353389011506598938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1353389011506598938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1353389011506598938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-part-1.html' title='Thoughts Part 1'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-5247772806665314618</id><published>2010-03-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:49:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for Farhana's sister's wedding today. :) My first Malay wedding, like, ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool. Loads of people, music, spicy food. Kinda nice to go out with some 08s14 people again, since we all kinda lost touch after school ended. Saw Izni today too... :) Many pictures taken, all of which would be uploaded onto facebook by the respective people. :D Too lazy to save and load them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome too 'cause I finally bought my iphone. :D Finally ya? :)&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/4334317818037118675-5247772806665314618?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5247772806665314618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=5247772806665314618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5247772806665314618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5247772806665314618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/03/went-for-farhanas-sisters-wedding-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-2635496074933625976</id><published>2010-03-24T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:51:57.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Newest Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing the Inspiring English Teacher thing for Mr Siraj. Feeling like crap too. My nose (or actually the right side) has been blocked for the entire day. I hope I don't get sick.&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/4334317818037118675-2635496074933625976?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2635496074933625976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=2635496074933625976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/2635496074933625976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/2635496074933625976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2010/03/newest-post-writing-inspiring-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-383340118456673615</id><published>2009-07-18T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:49:49.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This situation, if it gets any deeper could be critical&lt;br /&gt;I’m not your love monkey so be taking back all the lies you sold&lt;br /&gt;What did you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;It’s just too much now&lt;br /&gt;So tell me so tell me so tell me one two three four&lt;br /&gt;So what’s your evil attitude&lt;br /&gt;When you got me spending my time pleasing you&lt;br /&gt;Why must you keep me underground&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me, why you wanna bring me down?&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;When I’m giving you one hundred and ten&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blink cause I won’t be around&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me, why you wanna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Now your transmission is on the negative&lt;br /&gt;You’re on a losing streak&lt;br /&gt;This information is getting ordinary and you’re losing me&lt;br /&gt;What’s with your hostility when the lie’s on me&lt;br /&gt;Well you’re down to the last chance&lt;br /&gt;So tell me so tell me&lt;br /&gt;Uno dos tres cuatro&lt;br /&gt;So what’s your evil attitude&lt;br /&gt;When you got me spending my time pleasing you&lt;br /&gt;Why must you keep me underground&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me, why you wanna bring me downIs it too much to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;When I’m giving you one hundred and ten&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blink cause I won’t be around&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me, why you wanna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you ever gave damn&lt;br /&gt;In fact I know it&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take it no more&lt;br /&gt;Was it all just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna spend my whole life thinking bout it&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is where I draw the line, I think I’m done&lt;br /&gt;So what’s your evil attitude&lt;br /&gt;When you got me spending my time pleasing you&lt;br /&gt;Why must you keep me underground&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me, why you wanna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to give a damn&lt;br /&gt;When I’m giving you one hundred and ten&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blink cause I won’t be around&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tell me, why you wanna bring me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-383340118456673615?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/383340118456673615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=383340118456673615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/383340118456673615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/383340118456673615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-situation-if-it-gets-any-deeper.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-1906168326562929993</id><published>2009-06-07T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:34:24.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started reading blogs again....then realised mine was totally like thrown aside. *dusts cobwebs away from screen*. Anyways, well, trying to turn myself into a mugger, not working, but trying hard. People keep nagging, but, I guess if I don't nag myself, someone else has to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff's been moving at lightning speed now. I'm supposed to be studying right now...lol. Instead I'm online typing this. It's been confirmed that we are going out to eat on the 16th :D [A WHOLE day set aside for relaxation-&gt; The only motivation I have now to keep me studying..lol] I'm tired. Seriously. Can't believe I'm putting myself through this mental torture all for a piece of paper. I've made it this far, it's a pity to just throw it all away. Must JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss basketball you know, not all the running lah, I'm not 'cia [or crazy..XD]. The drills, the 5v5s etc. Really sian sometimes you know. Like if someone was to bounce a ball around me, I'll be like looking around for the source. LOL. Gonna play ball tmr with my class people, so that should satisfy my craving for playing ball. Should. Man. Loads of things to do in such a short time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My permanent study buddies are 'cia and Theresa. Gonna meet them to study again tmr. Sianzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna predict that I'm going brain dead soon. LOL. Sorry for those people I was supposed to go out like...long time ago..[e.g JY, and the 4E girls :), Dhwani, Abrie] school took over, I guess. A few months later, I'll be like...everywhere! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-1906168326562929993?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1906168326562929993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=1906168326562929993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1906168326562929993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1906168326562929993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/06/started-reading-blogs-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-7553944545576182472</id><published>2009-05-02T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:38:11.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My LOVES ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKRefTWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EV5Yl0ZjWYo/s1600-h/3203_75388318541_771088541_1769432_414154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331095553459572066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKRefTWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EV5Yl0ZjWYo/s400/3203_75388318541_771088541_1769432_414154_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating dinner. We made soooooo much noise and everyone turned to stare at us. LOL. It was so fun. :) And we found 'cia a girlfriend... XD&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKNn21lI/AAAAAAAAALs/53M5NVCgHOI/s1600-h/n1410138876_30356199_1118081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331095552425121362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKNn21lI/AAAAAAAAALs/53M5NVCgHOI/s400/n1410138876_30356199_1118081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The J2's final picture together. Doesn't Beryl's bag like just fit in? LOL. Almost like according to height too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKGJWktI/AAAAAAAAALk/rcp5avvZ9jE/s1600-h/n1410138876_30356191_7228421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331095550418129618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKGJWktI/AAAAAAAAALk/rcp5avvZ9jE/s400/n1410138876_30356191_7228421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Team photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-R: Mr Yap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Bery, Iris, Me, Deepar, Karen, Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Theresa, Qian Mei, Alicia, Angela, Lynn, Ling Rong, Magnus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         B1 (Zhen Yang), B2 (Genghis)&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/4334317818037118675-7553944545576182472?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7553944545576182472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7553944545576182472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7553944545576182472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7553944545576182472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-loves-after-eating-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SfvbKRefTWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EV5Yl0ZjWYo/s72-c/3203_75388318541_771088541_1769432_414154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-5064139094104500164</id><published>2009-04-24T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:53:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We won today. Against YJC, and lost on Wed, to RJC. Got a chance to get to second round, we must work hard okay? :) Saw GESS people today. LOL. :) Funny how we all joined the same CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was disappointed with my own performance. I couldn't do anything right. Now, I can't even remember what happened on the court. They were telling me things that I should have remembered, but don't. TOTAL BLANK. Damn disappointed. On the brink of emo-ness. LOL. [Yes, that happens] I will work harder, it's my last chance to prove to my teammates and myself that putting me on the team wasn't a wrong mistake. I can do it. [I hope I can do it.] I need to want it more then they do, but nowadays, all I come up with is a blank. I hate school. I'm starting to hate play ball [which is weird 'cause I'll crave to play] because I can't focus, can't concentrate. End up getting scolded instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People think too highly of me, and I end up trying to match their expectations. Jeannette's tall, so she should be able to use her height to intimidate people. Jeannette's big size, so she should be able to use her weight to her advantage. Jeannette never gets angry, 'cause she has a perfect life surrounded by people who understand. Jeannette never gets emo, because she has no reason to. They think wrong. How many times I was actually damn angry whenever something irks me, I keep it aside. How many times have I wannted to beat a few people over in the head, but resisted to do so, and just smiled along because that was the answer they wanted? How many times have I tried my best, but everyone mis-looks my efforts as nothing. I don't need people to care about me as closely as most people do. I just need my space. I need to be able to trust people again. And right now, I'll probably turn insane because of all the emotions cooped up in my brain. I'm probably already halfway there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My life's far from perfect. I gotta do well in school, piano and basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;School: I've been failing since forever. People's been telling me to buck up and study. It's not that I don't study, you've seen me do it. My grades have been depressing ever since the last year. It's amazing that I always managed to scrap pass the promotion criteria. THANK GOD. I've been getting the feeling that I'll never catch up. Especially not after everyone's putting their expections on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Piano: Lesser and lesser passion for it. I don't have a talent, I don't have the time. I'm the kind that has to really drill on the pieces before I can do well, and I just couldn't bring my lazy fingers up to do it. It's all mental blockages, and I'm trying my best to climb across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Basketball: I panic. I don't think. I can't think. I get mental blocks. All the time and effort that magnus, lynn and alicia had put on me has gone to waste. I know that I probably would not be put down in the next match, not after giving such results today. Today, the reason that we lost to yj in the first quarter [by a ball], was probably because of me. I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't pay attention, I couldn't focus. I still can't remember exactly what I did today, except that I sucked. I will try my hardest, but sometimes, my hardest isn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not the kind to share my feelings about anything, so basically I'm alone [physically] in this struggle. I gotta turn to the one person that has never failed me in my life, and know that he'll support me no matter what I do on court or off. People might lose faith in me, but as long as I don't lose faith in HIM, I'll never drown under the pressure. He has helped me through the tough times, he had comforted me when I cried, laughed along when I laughed. God has helped me so many times in my life, I should have turned to him for comfort sooner. MUCH SOONER. But, better late then never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was drowing in the water, and you pushed my head down and held it there. When I was mulling over the errors, you picked on them even further. You push me down to push yourself up. That's what I feel. There are some times where I just wanna go: I don't care about what you did, what you didn't do, what you achieved. I want a little me time, and you are not giving me that. I smile and laugh along of course, but none of you actually see the scars that had been marked on me when you do so. You think that since I laugh it off, I'm okay with you dissing me. It's not. You'll probably never know who 'you' are, and most of the other people would probably not know. You might probably make a wild guess and get it all wrong, and then you'll get angry because I said this about you. Funny isn't it? You don't take kindly to people dissing you, but you don't hesitate, you don't even think about what you say, when you come to diss me. I'll never say it to anyone, who 'you' are. It feels much better writing it out. THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THEN YOU AND YOURSELF. You live your life according to the expectations that people set for you. Set your own goals, then you'll be fine. Then maybe you'll see what you are doing to ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll turn up to school with all smiles. I wouldn't let the things on my heart drag people down. I never have. Never will. I wouldn't let my negative thinking come into the way of our last match. I just wouldn't. Tomorrow's another depressing day. Got parent teacher meeting. We'll see how it goes. I've been meeting teachers so many times for my grades that its not a problem for me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People at school are getting weirder and weirder. I've got classmates that pon lesson and think it's fine. I really don't understand why you hate Ms Liew so much. She isn't exaggerating when she says that you don't turn up for lessons. You really don't. Don't say that's only this week, don't say that you used to come to school. When you turned up for school, she didn't say much didn't she? It's an important year. I know your commitments are great, you have to remain in school for hours on end. It's ironic. When you lived far away, you came to school. Now that you stay very near, you don't. It's not Ms Liew's fault now, it's your attitude. And it's rubbing off on people. I have enough troubles on my own to bother about yours. Especially since you don't [excuse the language] give a damn to what we say. We can say all we want, but you insist on your way. I can't imagine what's gonna happen next. I really hope you look inside yourself and pray to God to ask him to help you. It's not J1 no longer. You can't afford to make these kinds of choices right here, right now. I pray to God that he'll guide you to the right path again. You're my friend and I want the best for you. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want life to go back where to what it was before. As much as I love my school, love my class, love my second family, they had given me baggage. I never thought I'll cry so much over such a small group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother talking to me about my post today. I'll smile and say everything's alright, even though it isn't. Most people probably wouldn't even read my blog anyway. They'll go on with their life and not think of their impact on other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-5064139094104500164?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5064139094104500164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=5064139094104500164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5064139094104500164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5064139094104500164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-won-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-7694045591222806973</id><published>2009-04-13T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:04:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SeNGMR8S2BI/AAAAAAAAALc/p4htC4fmjck/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324176361270728722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SeNGMR8S2BI/AAAAAAAAALc/p4htC4fmjck/s400/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a crazy time at Beryl's b-day stay over at Sentosa. :) Nothing much to say about it, pictures will be placed on facebook. :D Really sad that Iris and Lynn couldn't join us. BBBUUUTTTT, we might be going back at the end of the year....so.... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-7694045591222806973?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7694045591222806973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7694045591222806973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7694045591222806973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7694045591222806973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-crazy-time-at-beryls-b-day-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SeNGMR8S2BI/AAAAAAAAALc/p4htC4fmjck/s72-c/DSC02112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-8652791811475797815</id><published>2009-04-06T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:23:18.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired. Just came back from training. But today's training was much more fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got loads of work to do, but falling asleep already. Luckily got no piano tomorrow, if not I'll flip. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get to play on Wed, even if the two centres are there. :) Hope Deepar can make it too. [She betta, or we're screwed.] If he's not gonna put me down tmr, I'm gonna be a photographer for Lynn and the team. LOL. They want to take pictures of everyone, and when we graduate, it'll serve some purpose. LOL. Dunno what she's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do work. *sigh* I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I failed my Chem and Phy again. Sianz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-8652791811475797815?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8652791811475797815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=8652791811475797815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/8652791811475797815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/8652791811475797815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4326335390601982311</id><published>2009-04-03T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:18:14.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He never let me play :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;IwannaplayIwannaplayIwannaplay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4326335390601982311?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4326335390601982311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4326335390601982311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4326335390601982311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4326335390601982311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-never-let-me-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-7844080757548661181</id><published>2009-03-31T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:01:50.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how much my body is aching right now, after not training for so long, and going for training again. They are also increasing training, and I'm going with Beryl to play everyday after school. Everytime we have time to play would be in the hot sun. I'm gonna be chao da soon man. :) Mum's bugging me to wear sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of doing well is killing me. At least I got Yi Chun to help me with my failing physics, and I'm understanding chem better with sis helping. Maths, I'll struggle by myself, that's the only way I can learn it. :) But its fine. Mr Siraj talked about starting for A levels now. I'll start packing my stuff from tomorrow. Going to buy files after training tmr. So can pack my stuff. Gotta get everything packed in a day or two and start mugging. Anyone who wants a mugging session can come and find me. :) I'll be more than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a major breakdown recently. Mum was surprised. LOL. I'm the kind to kinda squeeze all the emotions into a small box in the corner of my brain. One day, it just decided to burst. Told Beryl about it today. LOL. It felt weird though, telling someone about it. I'll probably not do it again so soon. Mum's worried though. Say's it's not good for my mental health. *shrugs* That's who I am though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem really really dumb. But despite all the things I experienced at BB, I love it even more than ever. I might get tired, and sore and I might complain my head off, but I'll never stop trying. Everytime I feel like my lungs are gonna explode, I tell myself that, and I find the motivation to continue. :) I'm gonna try my hardest, and train my hardest, 'cause I wanna go into a div and play well. :) My stamina's kinda disappeared, my wheezing coming back recently when I train. Will be back to normal soon guys, don't worry. Just have to get my body used to the tougher training schedule now. That's all. :) Thanks for all the concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg is almost all but recovered now. A few things like jumping and stuff I can't really do, if not risking my leg kena cast again. Training got some stuff I can't do either. LOL. Lucky too, or I would've died. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn tired now, and have'ta go and do maths homework later, and take a look at Entropy tutorial later. Don't wanna disappoint Ms Chua. I'm praying that I do well in all my subjects, though I know I screwed Physics and Lit. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed GP paper 1 though :). 28/50. My next target is to have my marks somewhere in the 30s. :) I will be able to do it de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note,&lt;br /&gt;Saw PJC vs CJC today. The ruggers were like so cool lah. :) I have never watched a rugby match before, and I, along with a small group of friends were so confused and was asking each other what was happening even though the answer was always 'I don't know'. It was fun to see, especially since we won! Go PJC Rugby boys! :) LOL. Dangerous though. One CJ boy's nose was bleeding when the match was nearing the ending. An ambulance was sent for him after the match. Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-7844080757548661181?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7844080757548661181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7844080757548661181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7844080757548661181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7844080757548661181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-6626206559174136212</id><published>2009-03-28T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:18:05.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tests are over!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might have messed some questions and papers up, but, it's aaaaaalllllll over! :) That's all I'm gonna say 'bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can finally go training again. So, started my first 7 rounds around the track for 'bout two months. Damn tired, but I finished it [slowly] in the end. Very very tired after that. Got loads of things that I can't do, like tuck jumps and stuff, so, ended up not doing as much as the rest. It was tiring though. :) I'm aching all over today. BUT I'M HAPPY! Can play ball again! I'll be playing ball everyday after school with Beryl, and coming back on Sat for extra trainings. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to see the guys' match on Monday with Lynn, Theresa and Alicia. It was really exciting, and we ended up cheering like....loudly. LOL. Saw Dickson and Wee Yang :) Dickson was playing against us, and Wee Yang had a match with CJ later. LOL. We lost to IJ, but I was really impressed by the way they pulled their act together and tried to catch up [which they did, but, no enough :(] Hope during our own match we can have that kind of morale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope I can actually get on the team first. *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-6626206559174136212?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6626206559174136212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=6626206559174136212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/6626206559174136212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/6626206559174136212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/tests-are-over-d-i-might-have-messed.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-7098300985657103555</id><published>2009-03-18T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:52:13.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been mugging a lot recently. But only learned how to study smart yesterday. LOL. Instead of mugging like my A's are next week, I'm just picking more important chapters to study. Lol. Me very slow right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to eat Popeyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went on Monday. They say they want to go out and study, ended up at esplanade there. LOL. A bit near hor. :) It was okay lah, after that went One Fullerton the starbucks to study. It was really really pretty. Went to the harbour that side to stone for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynn ended up taking loads of photos of course, some of them which I helped to take. I'll rather take pictures then be in them. :) I'll post them up when either Lynn or Beryl post them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went school today. Had extra lit lesson in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very sian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holiday also don't feel like holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No training too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be able to train next week. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to GESS this friday. Abrie and Dhwani said that they were having some combined school thing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-7098300985657103555?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7098300985657103555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7098300985657103555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7098300985657103555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7098300985657103555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-mugging-lot-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-7552741036134137428</id><published>2009-03-14T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:17:05.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GP test is OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The questions were okay lah. I studied for &lt;strong&gt;Globalisation &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Poverty&lt;/strong&gt;, and didn't end up doing any of the questions. LOL. Didn't really have time to finish up the AQ and stuff, but, okay, managed to squeeze some points in...so, hopefully I would do okay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a class meeting to discuss the mural thingy for school. Was mega hungry, but ren-ing 'cause going to eat Sakae with class clique later. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were like sitting around, waiting for people to actually come for the meeting. End up, they didn't participate at all. I feel like our class is just filled with us girls and a few boys, 'cause they are the only ones that actually participated in this &lt;strong&gt;class project&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever. Didn't let it affect me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Sok Eng later at Woodlands, and Yu Qing, Sin Ying, Sherley and I went to eat the Sakae Buffet. LOL. Sherley and Sok Eng had this little 'competition' to see who can eat more. LOL. Caught up with Sok Eng. Took a few pictures, but forgot to take all of us at once at the end. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will post the pictures next time, 'cause now it's refusing to load. *shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't have training yesterday. Was actually planning to go find them after I went for the lunch. Magnus and most of the J2s weren't free, so, cancelled. Man, feel like playing ball now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna study out during the holidays, and starting early everyday. Anyone wanna join me? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-7552741036134137428?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7552741036134137428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7552741036134137428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7552741036134137428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7552741036134137428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gp-test-is-over-questions-were-okay-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-1129890236461938682</id><published>2009-03-12T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:03:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP Common Test is TMR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm supposed to be studying right now. Kinda got distracted. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Lynn's blog just now....saw her recent post. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey, you noticed real fast don't you? LOL. I haven't really gotten so close with so many people before, and I LOVE you guys. Really. :) I have NEVER met a group people day after day after day, and end up making plans for some other day that we spend together. LOL. They say that JC life would be the best you'll ever go through, and I'm gonna be sad when it's going to be over. I bet I'll cry during graduation day. I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really really trying to mug right now. My poverty notes are actually right in infront of me right now. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, Beryl's father's booking a 'chalet' for us to celebrate her birthday from 9th to 11th April. When Lynn, Beryl and me went to eat on Friday, were were talking about getting the whole team out, including the guys, to just eat and hang out. INCLUDING the J1s lah. Dunno how she's gonna organise, I'll just be there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked about something interesting with B and L when we went to eat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it took this long for someone to actually speak out and confirm what I had kinda figured out. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't do anything but watch the 'drama' unfold- if it actually becomes one, or it might just fizzle out and die. Hmmm.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-1129890236461938682?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1129890236461938682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=1129890236461938682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1129890236461938682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1129890236461938682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gp-common-test-is-tmr-im-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-1348785969200325205</id><published>2009-03-10T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:23:12.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally managed to go online to blog! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I missed going for trainings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't miss the 2.4k lah, of course, but watching them play....*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna be able to play in one week and 5 days time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was a really hot day, friday's tranining. Offered to buy water for the people who were like running around. Poor thing. Run so much, then still have to do push ups. [Stupid reason to do them too btw.] The least I could do was to make sure they had water. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't know that it would touch you that much. LOL. But, heys, we're a team. I'll be your offical water girl 'till I can play...kkz? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to eat dinner with Alicia, Iris and Beryl after that. Was still kinda sick, so didn't peh Beryl eat minipot. LOL. [She'll never get sick of that man....]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A level results are out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OMG!! My EC so damn smart lah. Got AAAB :) Was happy to be able to see him again. Didn't see him since like, graduation day. LOL. I wanna get the same results as him too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He was like damn mega suai lor. Cute, smart and taller then me. *sigh* too bad he graduate ler....sianzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I passed my chinese too. If you wanna know. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-1348785969200325205?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1348785969200325205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=1348785969200325205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1348785969200325205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1348785969200325205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-managed-to-go-online-to-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-265620376931168859</id><published>2009-03-05T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:15:56.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Your score on this personality test was 56%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 56%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head.  They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/personality_quiz_1" style="color: blue;"&gt;Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-265620376931168859?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/265620376931168859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=265620376931168859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/265620376931168859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/265620376931168859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-score-on-this-personality-test-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4168175682382416958</id><published>2009-03-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:37:55.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did Chem SPA today. LOL. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Hope I do alright. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The bbgirls had a friendly with some JC2s today. I went to watch, and was itching to play, though I couldn't. SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT Magnus decided to punish them anyway, 'cause they didn't perform up to standard or something like that. So they were like running 'suicide' and 'shuttle-run'. LOL. If only the 'shuttle-run' was like the NAPFA one. They had to run the breadth of the court like 20 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Exams coming soon. I'm dead man. Havent revised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4168175682382416958?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4168175682382416958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4168175682382416958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4168175682382416958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4168175682382416958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-chem-spa-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-573277499399238206</id><published>2009-03-02T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:06:00.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The camp was so mega fun lah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, the toilet could do with lesser insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't have on-ed the fan at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have brought a mattress to sleep on XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was so fun! I finally got to know the people that I've seen in school, met new people, and bonded with my classmates. :) Love GROUP 5 man. We should meet up again....just because.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;School sucks man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My stomach flu is back with a vengence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have loads of homework to catch up with [including tuition homework]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piano to practice and homework to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for SPA [A level subject btw]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for all the tests that I'm gonna flunk. [Especially's tmr's physics. Haven't revised anything yet.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, I miss playing bball. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-573277499399238206?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/573277499399238206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=573277499399238206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/573277499399238206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/573277499399238206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/03/camp-was-so-mega-fun-lah-so-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-3061705982975807893</id><published>2009-02-28T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:47:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me likes going for training, even though I am not allowed to play. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, when the bballers go run 2.4k, I was playing ball with Mr Yap and Melissa. Really had fun just touching the ball again, though, I start shooting real weirdly. Like, lifting up my left leg off the ground before shooting. Got too used to it when I had the cast bah. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training was the usual, but they seem to have like much more fun and is more relaxed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We even stayed back later to just hang around. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to eat with 7-clique [Minus Iris, 'cause her mother didn't let her come. :(]. We went to Pasta Mania. Didn't eat that for like AGES. LOL. After that we just sat and talked. :) This was the most fun I had in ages, even though I kena hit by Theresa like three times even though I couldn't move when I was defending her. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have EIE camp tomorrow, or rather, today. LOL. Haven't packed. Haven't done anything for it yet. Chioing after I post. This week the homework gg liao. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had fun at training today. It was fun. Thank God that our grouping wasn't as bad as it could have been. JIAYOU people. I'll try to get better, and train real hard. I'll get in if I can. I won't let you guys go play w/o me de. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-3061705982975807893?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3061705982975807893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=3061705982975807893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3061705982975807893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3061705982975807893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-likes-going-for-training-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-7216543412194941708</id><published>2009-02-25T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:43:26.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dead tired. I dunno why too. Didn't train today, watched others train, and now I'm like drained. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Training was fun today. It was mega hot, and some kiddies were using the track for heats [I think], so Magnus told them to run 20 rounds around the 3 basketball courts. It was very hot also lor. All of them came back nearly dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theresa: LOL. Poke five times just to donate a small amount of blood. :) Hope you feel better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that was pretty relaxing, after all, it rained....so was PT. Me and beryl got bored after a while, me trying to finish my chem SPA, she trying to do vectors. So went to find them. :) Had a great time just being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feels like old times again. Even with the sec 1s around. We joked around a bit, laughed over insignificant things and admired two rainbows. :) Pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for dinner with Beryl later. She's worse then me lah, her whole right side weak now. Hopefully she recovers fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have loads of chem ta do. Tata. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-7216543412194941708?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7216543412194941708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7216543412194941708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7216543412194941708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7216543412194941708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4247195347342730495</id><published>2009-02-24T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:30:35.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda just missed slacking around, doing nothing....just hanging out with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should just go out, after a div or something, to just chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's stressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody's blaming themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cia. You might not see this, but I'm gonna say this anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a limit to how much you can give us w/o running out of love for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't because of us overly stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you need to talk, I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss just seven of us hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shivering over Theresa's latest lame joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughing over some ridiculous stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306309072667472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SaPL_NDG8bI/AAAAAAAAALU/K0IIOshzmc4/s400/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4247195347342730495?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4247195347342730495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4247195347342730495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4247195347342730495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4247195347342730495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sianzzz.html' title='Sianzzz'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SaPL_NDG8bI/AAAAAAAAALU/K0IIOshzmc4/s72-c/DSC01505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-5750156640805024099</id><published>2009-02-23T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:55:13.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see my left leg again! :) The cast was removed. Told you guys that it was a super minor fracture, the doctor just kia su, wanna put my leg inside cast so that I don't stupid go run and damage it further. :D It's fine now. But I'm kinda still limping. Beryl says that its 'cause I got used to it when the cast was on. *shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abrie&lt;/strong&gt;: Ya man. Too long never see you liao. :) I'm doing great, just dying under all the upcoming tests, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;: You're the second person to call me that actually. My JC friend was laughing over my limping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got some lit homework to finish up, and piano homework too...*shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iris came up to me today, after school, to talk about basketball. I wouldn't reveal what exactly she said, but, it led to a heart to heart talk with Theresa, Lynn and Magnus. Hope that everything's fine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't laugh so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't stress so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scold more lah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope you didn't mind me and Iris telling Magnus about it. We really really feel that our team would benefit if tensions like this weren't there at all. We know that you are trying your best. JIAYOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of playing ball....I CAN'T PLAY IN A DIV!!!! DAMN!!!! [Sorry sis, but I gotta say it here.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wanted [really really really] to the power of infinity to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry to let you guys down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Making you guys go without a center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At least you got Deepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY WANNA PLAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-5750156640805024099?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5750156640805024099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=5750156640805024099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5750156640805024099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/5750156640805024099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-see-my-left-leg-again-cast-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4602305683187983266</id><published>2009-02-19T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:49:48.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogging again....LOL. Super no life now. Go school, come home, do some homework, sleep. JC 2 sucks man. I missed the days where I could sleep better. THE LEG'S NOT HELPING. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for training yesterday [can't believed that I didn't blog this], apparently Theresa and Beryl weren't really enjoying the training. Tempers kinda flared and clashed. Black-faced all the way man. Sorry guys, had to leave. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Relax man. Everyone is dying under the stress, and she feels it too. She's lashing out at you guys 'cause she wants all of us to be ready. Don't go there and throw my face kay? I might not be able to join if my leg doesn't get better fast, but I'm always going to be there to cheer you guys on.[Even if I have to be permanently benched] Love you guys man. Jiayou! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Beryl couldn't come to school. Kena knocked in the jaw by Iris. LOL. Had to help her record chem lecture, so, I changed phone with Theresa. So now, my iphone's with her. LOL. Her phone's okay, but the typing is like laggy like crazy. It's driving me CRAZY[-ier].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW: The muscles in my left leg[injured leg] have turned into jelly. *cries* All that hard work. All the running turned into mush in just a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another BTW: My crutches kinda got spoiled. The rubber wore off and the metal thing is showing, so very noisy when I walk. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4602305683187983266?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4602305683187983266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4602305683187983266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4602305683187983266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4602305683187983266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-2465168798939532461</id><published>2009-02-18T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:06:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm spending more and more time online lately. LOL. Never thought I would be into blogging this much. Moo and Dhwani's blog have been starting to lag recently. Must put more time into studying!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been killing ants lately. One just crawled the side of the laptop. Irritating thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had all my lessons in Com 1 today! No need to move around...*dances in chair*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for bball training today too. Is junior's first offical training, and we actually kinda have quite a few. Heard that loads of other CCAs are lacking though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That reminds me. I was really bored and googled 'Pioneer Junior College' for some random images, and I saw one of Lynn in some match from last year. LOL. When I told her about it, she couldn't concentrate on her homework. Too zi lian liao captain. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[I won't be putting the pictures up though....see...I still have conscience de]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people from our school wants to play friendly with us. Though, Lynn might not wanna. We'll see. I'll not be able to join anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn. Just remember have chemistry to finish by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sucks man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-2465168798939532461?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2465168798939532461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=2465168798939532461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/2465168798939532461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/2465168798939532461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-spending-more-and-more-time-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-1399513143336227353</id><published>2009-02-17T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:15:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been listening to this song lately. Dunno why, it just started sounded nice and soothing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Say OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm still a bit naive with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't find the words to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't want to be into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're not looking for true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No I don't wanna start seein' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I can't be your only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]So tell me when it's not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or run away(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you call I don't know if I should pick up the phone every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I'm so shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't want to be into youIf you don't treat me the right way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See I can only start seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can make my heart feel safe (feel safe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]When it's not alrightWhen it's not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or run away(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't run away, don't run away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know if it's gonna be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, you've got some things to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that you'll keep me safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want you to run away so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that you'll call on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me know that you'll help me shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you wipe my tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you hold me close and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]When it's not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you try to make me feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or run away(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Don't run away, don't run away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK, don't run away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you say OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Starting to like songs that are slower, more meaningful. Like the Script's Breakeven... :) Vanessa's okay. I'll probably be listening more to her first album then her second now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-1399513143336227353?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1399513143336227353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=1399513143336227353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1399513143336227353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/1399513143336227353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-listening-to-this-song-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-6974289522548546467</id><published>2009-02-14T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:38:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being going on to facebook recently :) And saw this picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302522475582762754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SZZYGPqirwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dV5D7riHDSQ/s400/n563570628_250210_5611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Realized how really really really old I am now. Okay, so it was kinda just like a year ago, but I haven't seen Dhwani and Abrie since like aggggeeeeesssss ago. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would never &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; regret joining Basketball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss going for choir. There isn't any 2.4km twice every week. No excessive exercise AT ALL. :) Those were the days, ya? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-6974289522548546467?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6974289522548546467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=6974289522548546467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/6974289522548546467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/6974289522548546467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-going-on-to-facebook-recently-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SZZYGPqirwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dV5D7riHDSQ/s72-c/n563570628_250210_5611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-4236648590783605102</id><published>2009-02-07T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:41:13.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School week'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What happened to me this week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Always have to start the week with a physics lecture, which sucks, mind you. Imagine being really really tired already, and having someone lull you to sleep. CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a really long day. Had to stay back for extra literature lesson after school today. And found out that my group and I had to do &lt;strong&gt;DRAMATIZATION&lt;/strong&gt;. Wondering what's that? Well, we gotta act something out. On top of that, we gotta do an essay about 'Conflicts in Act 1' for Othello too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another extra lesson again. Physics this time, remedial lessons. The teacher was pretty cute though. He was teaching us physics through a very maths way, and I kinda got what he was trying to say, so I think my physics still got chance. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what I realized? I like chemistry. Weird feeling actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get a chance to meet up with Beryl and Theresa, 'cause Dad was bringing us to eat. Sorry guys. Peh you guys for like, half-an-hour then run. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training today!! Hadn't had training in like ages. After running 2.4 again [I've ran it twice this week already], we were actually doing lay ups, then it started to rain. Which usually means more running. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Jun Liang came for training today, and it ended up being PT. LOL. Everytime he comes, he gives Magnus new ideas. Sian dao max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last part of the training was slacky though, we kinda just told jokes, and then I had to leave early, 'cause Dad was leaving the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday=Netball :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rather play netball then do PT anyday man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, Theresa and I stayed back after school for a while to play ball. Beryl had dental. [Poor thing... XD] Anyways, they peh me run my 5 rounds for HnF, and then we went to the court to find out that it was tryouts for guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sia lah. A lot turned up man, never saw the court so crowded before. BUT since we have three courts, we still got space to play :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna comment on the guys we saw. Seriously. We're just gonna see whose gonna get in, and who isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we three were playing, we kinda met a guy, can't and don't know how to spell his name, but he was hilarious. Seriously. He ended playing b-ball with Coach Pang [XD] and friends, and suan-ed him like crazy. So, we ended up watching their game. Very funny. He can compete with Theresa man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa gave me this mental picture about &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;, [Alicia was smart and clamped down when Theresa started talking...] it haunts me man.....seriously. BAD MENTAL IMAGE. [Idiot There-sa]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBALL [Girls] TRYOUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wootz! Lydia and Karen [from GESS] were trying out today! So cute. There was this one girl that cheated our feelings. She told Lynn that she had played ball for like four years, and that she was gonna join basketball. We were like so happy until we saw her play. Man, she was worse then me, and I am really noob at that game. Apparently, her four years were like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year there was &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; basketball competition that she would join. So, for the whole year, she didn't play any basketball until that one competition, and after that, she &lt;strong&gt;doesn't play&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of the year. -&gt; That is her four years of playing ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I twisted my foot. :( [Yes, foot, not ankle]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playing a game with a new girl [she came for tryouts late], Lynn, Alicia, Junliang and Magnus. So, I was running, I caught a ball, then I fell. Training hadn't really started yet too. I finally can touch the ball, then I fell. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm out of comission for at least two weeks. Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I limped my way to cck to eat dinner with Beryl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all who were so concerned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bball juniors [I'll try to remember your names...really. :)], My basketball mates :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judy, Shuan, Angeline, JunLi, WeiHao, ShuLing's friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Lynn for introducing me a sinseh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Beryl, who had her dad drive me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Jun Liang for helping me with the 'ice pack'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God that Theresa wasn't around to laugh at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; that it wasn't serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's doing the 'you see lah, join basketball lah' thing again. As Beryl loves to say, small feet, too high COG [Centre of Gravity] = trouble/constant falling/Jeannette :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4236648590783605102?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4236648590783605102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4236648590783605102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4236648590783605102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4236648590783605102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happened-to-me-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4983454344465251809</id><published>2009-02-01T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:01:35.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS pictures :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking through my old posts when I realised that I promised that I would put the OBS pictures up. But, I didn't. :D So tada! A few of them. Jieying took quite a lot though. :) I had so totally so much fun. My group members were all very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPpwo68I/AAAAAAAAAKs/x0gU9HY3_y4/s1600-h/DSC08797+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734264067517378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPpwo68I/AAAAAAAAAKs/x0gU9HY3_y4/s400/DSC08797+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were playing a game, and I thought this was like so a kodak moment. It looks really interesting doesn't it? Funny though, I don't remember anyone taking a photo here. LOL. I must have been too involved in the game. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPnMpngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pLzps0qX6t0/s1600-h/DSC08792+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734263379697154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPnMpngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pLzps0qX6t0/s400/DSC08792+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Ainah and Hanisah. Taken when we got back all electronics from the OBS people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPiwApZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Xuy1mfO15Aw/s1600-h/DSC08707+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734262185829778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPiwApZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Xuy1mfO15Aw/s400/DSC08707+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a SUI SEN! :) We had combined bunks with Barker. [When we combined during the sea expedition, we were called Barksen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPXSpB_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JES3BX6nQdo/s1600-h/DSC08648+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734259109857266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPXSpB_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JES3BX6nQdo/s400/DSC08648+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were supposed to be washing up the tents and stuff, and when we were pouring away the water, we realized what we could so with it. :) Gabriel seems to be having fun. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPVNChYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jKNSvJZrogA/s1600-h/DSC08595+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734258549491074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPVNChYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jKNSvJZrogA/s400/DSC08595+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jieying and me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4983454344465251809?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4983454344465251809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4983454344465251809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4983454344465251809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4983454344465251809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/obs-pictures-d.html' title='OBS pictures :D'/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVVPpwo68I/AAAAAAAAAKs/x0gU9HY3_y4/s72-c/DSC08797+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-6145007032636824314</id><published>2009-02-01T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:49:54.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Review Test Sucked.....BIG TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't like sitting down to study, at all. [I know...I chose to go JC, I asked for it...] But seriously, I don't really get most of my syllabus, other than Maths. Luckily Alicia helped me find a tuition teacher if not I'll be totally......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was okay lah. I did some of the holiday homework and I did revise a little. There was nothing really much to study for anyway. *shrugs* Thanks Moo, for the help..*winks* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This sucked. Really sucked. I really did study for this one. Memorising formulas and all that, but the questions were hard. I will fail this one. I actually haven't got my results back yet, but...well, I don't have my hopes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was kinda okay. Had help studying. [Happens when you study during Bball training :D] Iris loves Chemistry, so she was a big help in trying to help me write the important formulas down, even if it was inbetween running some torture that Magnus put us through. LOL. I almost passed. Failed by half a mark. The worst thing though, I couldn't find any where to get the extra half mark to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't get this back either. Which is weird, 'cause it was the first test that I took and among most other subjects, the first few to get tested on. But, Mdm Pathrose has loads of other scripts to mark, so really shouldn't be surprised. Though I am... :D&lt;br /&gt;This is only round one though. I've got Mathematical Induction test on Wednesday, and another set of tests coming up. [They're doing a chapter by chapter test, I think....SIAN]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I promised Moo some pictures, so I thought I'll talk about the others I have in my phone too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing my new monitor for the laptop. LOL. My father had this crazy impulse or something. Wouldn't actually know, 'cause I wasn't around when he bought it. Went to Theresa's. :D&lt;strong&gt; Giant&lt;/strong&gt; thing, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRquJucCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C3TpyIvtXco/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730331056435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRquJucCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C3TpyIvtXco/s400/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Moo's pictures. :D Taken after CNY celebrations. I went to watch &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Bride Wars'&lt;/span&gt; with Beryl and Theresa first. It was short, kinda nice actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that I followed Theresa, Poh Gek, Yee Shuan, Moo and Qian Ying for some CNY shopping. We went to IMM as the last stop, after CCK, and Moo and I got tired and needed food, so we went to this italian place. Beside the donut shop. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqp8cvBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/diQTSQWHgbE/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730329927007250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqp8cvBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/diQTSQWHgbE/s400/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chips were awful after a while. And since I don't really like tomatoes, the dip was horrible. But my vanilla smoothie tasted like soft serve icecream. Damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqrEdx1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WZMdCivpTqM/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730330229065554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqrEdx1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WZMdCivpTqM/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The actual picture of the apple crumble [destroyed by Moo and Me :On the right, below] is in the middle above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqTA1iOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/66Ex94OJF74/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730323771394274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqTA1iOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/66Ex94OJF74/s400/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both were really really nice. And, after the rest were done, they joined us there and ate dinner here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqavur9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kXJH5jmomAs/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297730325847125970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRqavur9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kXJH5jmomAs/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right after CNY celebrations, and Theresa and Beryl was trying to get people to go watch movie with us. We asked Chaying, of course, but she already had plans with her classmates. So... :(  Anyways, Me Beryl and Chaying took this before she left. :D Told ya we had the same shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Believe it or not, Beryl actually has the largest feet in the whole bball clique. :D Wears a converse 6, though she would feel much better in a 6 1/2. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-6145007032636824314?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6145007032636824314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=6145007032636824314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/6145007032636824314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/6145007032636824314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-test-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVRquJucCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C3TpyIvtXco/s72-c/IMG_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-7082428359547668358</id><published>2009-02-01T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:27:25.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously. When three of your friends gang up to make you post. You post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm pretty much not going to be updating everyday of the week, I'm gonna take an idea from Beryl and just use one post to post my whole week up. So, if I can dutifully remember to post up every week, my darling readers [*ahem* Jy, Moo and dhwani *ahem*] wouldn't need to spam my tagboard. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Didn't have bball training 'cause a few people couldn't make it. It is, after all, still [technically] Chinese New Year. Speaking of which....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to school super early 'cause Dad drove me to school. My family was all like. 'Go sleep early. &lt;strong&gt;Some&lt;/strong&gt; people need to go school tomorrow.' Of course, they meant only me. The three of them didn't have to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wore my new shoes! Finally bought a converse! Yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to IMM to buy this with Beryl and Theresa. [After trying to study for review tests during the holidays] Beryl and I bought the same, and since Cha Ying couldn't come, we helped her buy her pair first. :D We couldn't have the same bag, so we thought we could have the same shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297722989040127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVK_XAoT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iB5CgbMZz0Q/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now everyone on the bball team has sneakers :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so I didn't really wear this for the 1st time. I've bought it the week holidays ended and started wearing it the week the school started BUT I couldn't resist showing it. I heart Converse. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Yes, I skipped a day. Can't actually remember what happened on Thursday. :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had to go back to training again. LOL. I didn't train the week before 'cause I had the review tests. [Which I would rant about later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Naturally, we started with 2.4...again. :( Seriously, after so long never run, I so stupidly try to outbest by previous timing, which I estimated around 15 ++++ [Cause I forgot to ask Magnus for the timing when I finished. I was more occupied trying to keep breathing...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ended using most of my energy running the first 2 rounds and decelerating after that. So, of course, I had to run my 7th round. Which I did with Beryl and Chaying. Chaying, I knew was feeling my agony and dying along with me. Beryl was hopping around. Literally. She was practically walking. She has too much energy and uses it my trying to make me hit her. WHEN I'M DYING/RUNNING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, speaking of training, I have two pictures of when we kinda got four balls stuck in the net.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297726130046831410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVN2MK_CzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/24gSbXfph_0/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297726123322820898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVN1zH2ySI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xdB_TCYFv3E/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We actually got two balls stuck 1st, by coincidentally throwing two balls at the same time into the net. Then the others got a brilliant idea to throw the other two balls in as well. I believe this was the day of our bball camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back to Friday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Didn't go eat with the others 'cause Dad was home and Mom decided to flex her culinary muscles. :D We should really go and eat dinner together. We haven't done it in ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-7082428359547668358?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7082428359547668358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=7082428359547668358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7082428359547668358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/7082428359547668358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SYVK_XAoT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/iB5CgbMZz0Q/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-4117703050776117031</id><published>2008-12-10T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:28:19.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to put up some obs pictures and stuff, but ended up using my mom's comp, so no pictures until I decide to update next. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, the bbgirls and netball girls had friendly today. Not with other schools, but with each other. [I know what your're thinking...seriously. I agree too.] Teacher wanted, so we say okay lor. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so weird seeing the bbgirls play netball lah. All of us don't know the rules, so we just any how run. LOL. I had fun though. Laughed ourselves through it. Had some moments where we laughed our heads off. Throw face lah, but, fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realised that the end of december is coming in two weeks. :D Slow right? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I just realized that I haven't finished any homework, and haven't study for anything yet, so have to chiong...soon. XD Hopefully when I go out study with Iris and Beryl tomorrow, we can actually concentrate and study something. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-4117703050776117031?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4117703050776117031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4117703050776117031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4117703050776117031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4117703050776117031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanted-to-put-up-some-obs-pictures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-4267165955215060558</id><published>2008-11-09T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:19:49.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbw2CW5BLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Pzs_CbR_3as/s1600-h/vnbv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661625392858290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbw2CW5BLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Pzs_CbR_3as/s400/vnbv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwqJFp0FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NZE-oX3X1LQ/s1600-h/tytry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661421041176658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwqJFp0FI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NZE-oX3X1LQ/s400/tytry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwqLT4dRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pNFlgGxl_qM/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661421637727506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwqLT4dRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pNFlgGxl_qM/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwqDrhTfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2tBYVVFcDNM/s1600-h/o0-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661419589389810" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwhyu5JSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VWBclutW3PM/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwhnrH3XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7d5Y-YnMRNk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661274632576370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbwhnrH3XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7d5Y-YnMRNk/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Class Outing 2: BBQ at East Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was like SO MUCH FUN! 'Cia and I had basketball before, so we missed out on all the cycling and running on the beach. The cutest thing that happened was that a group of them got lost when cycling, than when they all finally came back, all of them complain that they sit on their bikes so long that their butt very pain. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we reached, we all started bbq-ing and it was so much fun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are the pictures that were posted up on the class blog by Alicia Goh.&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/4334317818037118675-4267165955215060558?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4267165955215060558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=4267165955215060558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4267165955215060558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/4267165955215060558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/class-outing-2-bbq-at-east-coast-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbw2CW5BLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Pzs_CbR_3as/s72-c/vnbv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-3764781036853039400</id><published>2008-11-09T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:08:52.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wootz! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know what we found out during basketball like a week or two ago? Quite a few of us have birthdays on the same day, but different month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iris: 9th November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: 9th December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beryl: 9th April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coolio XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-3764781036853039400?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3764781036853039400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=3764781036853039400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3764781036853039400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3764781036853039400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-iris-wootz-d-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-3258414019401885962</id><published>2008-11-09T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:06:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Class Outing No.1: Hunting for class T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually didn't plan to go out with them de, but Alicia told me about it, and I decided to go lor. Since got nothing to do at home. Actually got loads more of people going de, then, suddenly on that day I heard from Sin Ting that they not coming. So we changed our plans from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a) Go queensway to see prices for class T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b) Eat Katong Laksa XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c) Go Jingling house to play badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a) Go queensway to see prices for class T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b) Eat Katong Laksa XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c) Walk around bugis street until we cover the whole place then go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked around for like very long, next day end up having sore legs. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqwbNb5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/H66XiVjffpc/s1600-h/SNC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266651535995924370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqwbNb5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/H66XiVjffpc/s400/SNC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The people who went and started to zi lian using bugis junction toilet mirror. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin Ying, Asha, Me, Sin Ting and Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqkLYOuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9fUDT1D4aRs/s1600-h/SNC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266651532708297442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqkLYOuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9fUDT1D4aRs/s400/SNC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqPpJiqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/16JTisyWpls/s1600-h/SNC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266651527196019362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqPpJiqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/16JTisyWpls/s400/SNC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnprJsEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GvBycnENqAo/s1600-h/SNC00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266651517400388066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnprJsEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GvBycnENqAo/s400/SNC00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnpKzs7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tWtvKG6tsok/s1600-h/SNC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266651508718235026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnpKzs7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tWtvKG6tsok/s400/SNC00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnHle8yXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8JfP3GpoL-o/s1600-h/SNC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266650931763399026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnHle8yXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8JfP3GpoL-o/s400/SNC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sin Ting never really aim the camera properly, took a bit of Alicia's head too....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnG_UpyAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_KHhwg6INXg/s1600-h/SNC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266650921519663106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnG_UpyAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_KHhwg6INXg/s400/SNC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnF35OB7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/R3foHu5m1_s/s1600-h/SNC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266650902345680818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnF35OB7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/R3foHu5m1_s/s400/SNC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met izni at the MRT. She was going to skin center with Leon, who hadn't shown up yet. Quite a few MRT left ler, and we gone ler, he still haven't shown up. XD Sin Ting took this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me bought a new phone recently. Not gonna tell you what model, but, I had a fun time trying out my camera functions. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnExIGbBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LfuOmfMY0Ao/s1600-h/SNC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266650883349179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnExIGbBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LfuOmfMY0Ao/s400/SNC00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we were waiting for Poh Gek here. She had some PW meeting. Moo was playing with my handphone camera functions, so I kinda just took the two pictures below, and she took the top. I can't remember why Yee Shuan wasn't inside, cause she was sitting next to me. LOL. Anyways, nice effect right? :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266650892804368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnFUWZKeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yVjEZp9V8nE/s400/SNC00021.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken when we were at Poh Gek house playing mahjong. XD 1st picture is Poh Gek's second youngest brother. 2nd [one on the top right hand side] is the youngest. The oldest boy refused to take photo, so I just pressed randomly. You can see the oldest's white get up at the picture at the bottom left picture. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-3258414019401885962?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3258414019401885962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=3258414019401885962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3258414019401885962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/3258414019401885962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/class-outing-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SRbnqwbNb5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/H66XiVjffpc/s72-c/SNC00016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334317818037118675.post-133412295313697704</id><published>2008-10-14T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:48:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got match tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loads of Homework to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PW members.....('nuff said)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strained my shoulder, so damn pain now. Hope it gets better before tomorrow's match&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My chem teacher like cute today. I know I've gotten darker nowadays (bball training...etc), but cause after promos, I only have one session of tutorial per week. So, I haven't seen my teacher, like a week or so. Today, she was like talking half-way, then when she paused she looked up and took one look around the class, to make sure we were listening. Since I was the first person she would see when she looks up (her angle when standing), she took a look and was stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She went like: "Did you become darker?" Or something like that. Totally random. Was doing alcohols, and then she talk about my skin tone......LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, PJC BB girls jyjy!! We can do better de!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: Beryl, knock them back kz? Lata get more bruises your whole body would be blueblack liao. I would try not to fall de, and catch all your rebound. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4334317818037118675-133412295313697704?l=undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/133412295313697704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4334317818037118675&amp;postID=133412295313697704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/133412295313697704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4334317818037118675/posts/default/133412295313697704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undeniablycrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-match-tomorrow-loads-of-homework-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Craziness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865921324365223436</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-4334317818037118675.post-8758761528525548737</id><published>2008-10-12T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:30:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heys, ya, finally updated cause I have really nothing much to do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's e-learning day, but got basketball, so still have to wake up early. Gonna eat breakfast like at 7 in the morning with Beryl and Cha Ying, so I'm gonna have to wake up earlier than normal school day. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, Alicia, Beryl, Theresa and I went out to watch a basketball match at indoor stadium today. Singapore Slingers against Beijing Aoshen. So totally cool lah. Number 7 so cute :D Aoshen slam dunk like suang only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we took a bus from the indoor stadium, Bus 16, and we took all the way to Bedok. Dumb right? Than we ate at the market before taking MRT back home. We all dunno how to go home, just take any bus and take until interchange. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures that we took. More will be coming when I get the photos from the rest of the people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5fMzxNI/AAAAAAAAACc/n9Rzy08w-_c/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256283394420229330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5fMzxNI/AAAAAAAAACc/n9Rzy08w-_c/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ticket. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6dk96ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/Mma_q3VmV3s/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256284510676183442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6dk96ZI/AAAAAAAAADM/Mma_q3VmV3s/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6f9vhgI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ziu26jrfuzU/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256284511316968962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6f9vhgI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ziu26jrfuzU/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stadium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red: Singapore, White: Beijing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The commentor seriously sucks lah, really not much help but got somethings quite cute. Like everytime Singapore on defense they will on this beat and all the English children were like chanting 'Defense'. Very cute. And only the children were chanting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5-oQ1pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DpXa1hMON6I/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256283402856879762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5-oQ1pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DpXa1hMON6I/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia&lt;/strong&gt;. The bus keep shaking whenever I want to take her picture. So funny lah. My phone don't have the anti-shake thing, so when ever my hand shake, the picture will be blur. The bus was stopping ler, so I just hold my camera and wait until the bus stop, but it took longer than expected, so we ended up laughing like crazy cause we took like pose for so long and I keep saying like 'Wait ah, wait ah, going to stop ler' :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5Y3YFKI/AAAAAAAAACk/_nkvfn7t7Lk/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256283392719721634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5Y3YFKI/AAAAAAAAACk/_nkvfn7t7Lk/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256284508699462386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6WNrivI/AAAAAAAAADE/LkGLA014VpI/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;. Very act cute hor? My captain. 1st picture was candid picture, she was preparing to zi lian. The second was like after she asked me "Why you keeping photographing everybody?" and I said "I was bored", anyway, she wanted to look good in front of the camera, so she posed for me even though she thought was pretty lame reason to take photo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5pLAknI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XxXEUkHxbuw/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256283397097034354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="365" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5pLAknI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XxXEUkHxbuw/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5pHenzI/AAAAAAAAACs/qtAJlSY8Bfs/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256283397082226482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIR5pHenzI/AAAAAAAAACs/qtAJlSY8Bfs/s400/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theresa&lt;/strong&gt;. She like totally hate her new fringe/bangs. Lol, but she don't mind taking photo for me, so quite funny lah. Lynn and Beryl was like in the background laughing like crazy. We were talking like bus was ours. We didn't know where we were going, so we kinda just entertained ourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6sUyubI/AAAAAAAAADc/EAPCWFS0qfA/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256284514634873266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbDb3Y3Q5PM/SPIS6sUyubI/AAAAAAAAADc/EAPCWFS0qfA/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beryl&lt;/strong&gt;. She always have to take her sports specs out before she take any photograph. Then everytime she take out her specs, her eyes look like very very small(like just one line right? LOl), and she looks younger than she really is(so good...^_^). LOL. From today's outing, I realized that she is really really childish de. Lol. She actually my primary 3 classmate, now bb mate. LOL. 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