<?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-3673831332225466306</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:32:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jigsaw puzzle- that's my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-4842869235314047439</id><published>2010-06-03T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:41:02.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC(amp)</title><content type='html'>Home from AB camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the first day of AB Camp. It was torturous and can really kill the faint hearted. Pumping and all were already given the moment we started camp, early in the morning at 7.30 am. Initially, I thought it was really crazy and all of us started bonding with each other with all the gossip session and coming up with names for the instructors. Seriously, after being in camp for 4 days, I felt like I was really brainwashed in there into a robot, repeating every single routine and answering to their questions uniformly. It was then I really felt thankful that I would be leaving the camp early. However, after the day expedition on the second day, the group really bonded. Day ex though was mentally and physically exhausting, I really had fun walking from Chinese Garden all the way to West Coast. Awesome isn't it? Service Learning was held yesterday where we went to Lion Befrienders at amk to help the elderly. However that was not as fun as day ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the guys started to say that I was paisehing them for night ex which is going on now. And with all the fun I am having, I really felt guilty not going with them. And all I can do now is to miss out on the fun they will be having at Marina Barrage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4842869235314047439?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4842869235314047439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4842869235314047439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4842869235314047439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4842869235314047439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/06/abcamp.html' title='ABC(amp)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7411342922983236994</id><published>2010-05-20T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:36:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally went back to take my testimonial and was really glad to see the canteen vendors who were ever so friendly and great cooks:] Ever since I came to AJ, makan sessions were horrible with no fantastic food to feast on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great was it when I saw the familiar faces of the teachers and juniors all around the campus whom I greeted with smiles and regards. I think I really have been affected by the AJ atmosphere without really handsome people to look at. Haha. Anyway, after 'touring around' Anderson today, I saw how much better guys were looking back than when we used to goo over these people. Those were the fun days that I have really enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved talking to all the teachers and juniors and I and so glad my alma mater is just nearby, situated close to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7411342922983236994?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7411342922983236994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7411342922983236994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7411342922983236994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7411342922983236994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-went-back-to-take-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-5990822908147100481</id><published>2010-05-20T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:26:35.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seriously in a very bad mood just in case you haven't noticed yet. So don't try to piss me off. It is so very irritating to be talking and having no one to listen, or even better listen and simply just ignore it as if my thoughts are worthless. Can't you see that I am trying my best to include all of you but apparently you don't see it at all. &lt;br /&gt;Here I am trying my very best to make sure everything goes ok and there you are simply ignoring all the hard work I am putting in. Is it really time for me to let go? And just leave you alone there standing, doing whatever you want? If that is really what you want. Fine. I will give it too you. Waiting in front for you to gradually walk towards me is like waiting for the next sunrise just after I have seen one. How torturous it really is to wait for someone while I am standing there looking like a total fool. And all you can tell is that I am in a super bad mood. WHAT IS THIS!!! &lt;br /&gt;From now, I am going to wash my hands of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5990822908147100481?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5990822908147100481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5990822908147100481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5990822908147100481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5990822908147100481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-seriously-in-very-bad-mood-just-in.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6833444912858119717</id><published>2010-04-15T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:38:44.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain always gets me really excited and hyped up to do stuff I really like. That's probably one of the reasons why I seriously enjoy walking in the rain so much since I was young. Today, however, the rain really got me all tensed up and I ended up staring into the dark sky, wishing that it would stop soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon rain was really scary. Bolts of lightning were flashing by the second, and the clash of thunder that came so soon after was deafening. I felt as though I was in a war scene, where the flashes were like the fire that got started via the guns and the bombs, the roar like the cries of the people and the impact of artillery on the buildings and all. I didn't dare to move an inch, worried of something that I cannot pin-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sky finally cleared, I was glad. Really happy that it was all over. Its the kind of relief that you get when you know that you passed your test while more than half of the class failed. Hope that all turns to be fine, as the rain is still affecting me up till now:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6833444912858119717?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6833444912858119717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6833444912858119717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6833444912858119717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6833444912858119717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-455184268395345633</id><published>2010-04-07T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:24:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really cannot descibe how much I exactly love my life now. Millions of appreciation and thanks for my fate landing me in AJ. If wasn't because of it, I would never had met you guys, the stars in the dark night sky, guiding me, accompanying me, being there for me... Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU. You would know if you are one of them:]&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for being there to support me.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for making me smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for bringing me up when I am down.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for playing really really drawing attention games with me on the train.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for making fun of me and ________s.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for going home with me almost every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for eating together at breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for hitting me so hard when we are playing the mrt game and asking me if it hurts later on.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for taking my things away silently just to see me panic.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for answering the stupidest questions that I ask.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for always talking about life, love and more of that.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for always wanting to do and own things together.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for thinking like the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for sharing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for lending my your shoulder to lend on whenever you feel that I need it&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for sensing that I am in a bad mood and stop talking to me unless I breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for listening to me even if all that came out are just crap.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys for arguing with me.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS FOR BEING JUST SO SWEET!!It justs warms my heart and brigtens the day:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a million and thousand things I love you guys for. It may be just a habit to be alongside you, but whenever I am doing things we usually do together alone, I feel empty. Like a part of me is missing. It just like a couple being together, feeling so lost and alone when they break apart even for a spilt second. And that seems like eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-455184268395345633?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/455184268395345633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=455184268395345633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/455184268395345633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/455184268395345633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-cannot-descibe-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-8172556092702273663</id><published>2010-03-31T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:05:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Week of 2010:]       ...so far</title><content type='html'>Yay! Best week ever with Resilience camp on mon where we played played and played for the entire day, Festival of Life yesterday with me having so much fun in the Dark Room developing films and photos, NO DANCE TODAY(which was really like a miracle), shortest day of the wee tomorrow and no school on Fri! How I wish every week would be like that. Just enough workout with a teeny weeny bit of study in between and lots of enjoyment throughout, having that much of extra time in my hands to catch up on lectures and good life that I haven't been enjoying in a while already. Haha. Going to retreat to Malaysia to mug over the long weekend! Funny thing to be on a holiday but yet have to still work that hard to catch up with everything. Hais, guess that's just JC life and I must accept the fact. Can't catch up with Pieno again this sat for OG outing since I'm in Malaysia, but hopefully there are still plenty of chances for us to gather and hang out as one:] Maybe I should g ROCK CLIMBING while in Malaysia! &lt;em&gt;*loves:]*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-8172556092702273663?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8172556092702273663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=8172556092702273663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8172556092702273663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8172556092702273663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-week-of-2010-so-far.html' title='Best Week of 2010:]       ...so far'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4155043858914780854</id><published>2010-03-29T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:33:13.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resiliance Camp 2010</title><content type='html'>I found a new love for ROCK CLIMBING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha:] Although the climb was really tough, the satisfaction you get at the top of wall is reall fantastic and addictive. Initially, after hearing Jian Hao say that the climb is really tiring, I didn't set my expectations too high. However, after reaching my Though I didn't reach the pole at the top in the end, at least with my short arms and short legs, I hit the top most stone!! At the end of the camp, when Rebacca asked why, I decided to continue despite already reaching my target, I realised how much I really strive for the best in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that really brought me to was that there was a really really really cute guy at the camp! Found out that his name is John, a six pointer who was from Nan Hua and went to Ngee Annn poly. OMG! I feel like some kind of stalker. I really want to take a photo with him, through connections like Jian Hao and Weijie, but when we were release, he had to go for some meeting. Hais, what is not meant to be will never be meant to be... Hopefully there is still chance out there:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4155043858914780854?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4155043858914780854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4155043858914780854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4155043858914780854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4155043858914780854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/03/resiliance-camp-2010.html' title='Resiliance Camp 2010'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3894258250304280720</id><published>2010-03-24T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:29:03.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST DANCE!</title><content type='html'>MINUETO was GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall  gave out thousands of echoes, making us all lose the beat. Still, GREAT NIGHT GIRLS! I was really touched by the fact that million and one people said that they could not make it for the concert, but eventually did come and see me perform:] &lt;em&gt;sniff sniff.&lt;/em&gt; a very HUGE THANK YOU to all who tried to make it but could not, tried to make it and did, and also those who did not come but wished me the best of luck nonetheless despite me seeing them only after the concert. Love you guys! We presented the seniors with flowers and the sunflower that Ms Hu got for the J3s were simply lovely and sweet smelling. &lt;em&gt;Ahh &lt;/em&gt;I am addicted to the scent of flowers. Went back for dance again today though self prac was really kind of no point since no instructor was around. Well, it is through all this fun times together as one did the AJ dance clique form. Lost my tongue at today's training and words and phrases all came out as jokes for the clique. Once again, we are bonded as one body, one mind, one soul. So happy to receive flowers today for yesterday's performance. I think flowers really do make a girls day brighten up. Even if the sky shows a greyish mood, these flowers will bring life to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really tired from all the homework that is already piling up(like &lt;em&gt;WHAT!?&lt;/em&gt;) If a shooting star is to zoom pass my window, I would wish it did all my work for me. All grey now looking at the mountain of work that has to be done. If only Peter Pan would come visit me from the window and fly me to Neverland.... How much greater can things get? LOVE PETER PAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3894258250304280720?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3894258250304280720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3894258250304280720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3894258250304280720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3894258250304280720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-dance.html' title='JUST DANCE!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4086821415139346536</id><published>2010-03-01T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:07:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a new love. 05/10 ROCKS THE WORLD!! Its like one of the best class I have every been to. The people are nice and caring, and most importantly, we, guys and girls alike, ARE BONDED AS ONE! It is nice having people around, crapping or even mugging together. Life has just got to be so much fun, laughter and joy. Free the world of cries of misery and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I describe now how fun 05/10 is, you probably will think and feel that it is no big deal. But that is the thing of fun and joy. The littlest things and conversations can spark endless of passion and fire, bridging everyone together despite the differences we all may have. End of PE was the best. I don't think there is any single PDG who would wait for every single one (other than those who have CCA) and leave the school and head for home altogether. We will bond as one, stronger than covalent, ionic, metallic andany other bonds you can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4086821415139346536?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4086821415139346536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4086821415139346536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4086821415139346536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4086821415139346536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-new-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1370100088552619101</id><published>2010-02-26T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:05:45.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished dinner after a long day of dance. Continued choreographing the dance piece for the the Barcalona Fund raising concert. We haven't actually came up with a really cool name for it, but guys, WATCH THIS SPACE! AJ Dance Society and having a fund raising concert on 23 March. So do come down and support us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JC1s (me in particular) are having a hard time choreographing and practising the dances. It is so hard to think of steps to link to one another. Nevertheless, I still had much fun with all the dancers:] The only sad thing today is that I could not go out for OG dinner with the guys after movyfest. Percy Jackson is so nice that I wish I had a ticket to today's movyfest. Anyone interested to watch it for the  first time or second, or even third, forth or fifth, call me because I am so willing to go watch it with you. Hope that they have OG outing another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is going to be so busy. Got 2 GP reading tasks to do, Maths tutorial to finish, newspaper articles to cut, Anderson CIP SOW to work out and send and I still have to read through the piles of notes I have. Sigh. JC life is so tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑着也是过一天，哭着也是过一天，不如笑着度过每一天，让生命因为自己而画出美丽的彩虹. No matter how hard is may be, life still goes on. Enjoy it to its fullest:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1370100088552619101?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1370100088552619101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1370100088552619101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1370100088552619101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1370100088552619101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-finished-dinner-after-long-day-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1792652811084112542</id><published>2010-02-18T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:43:28.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No lectures tomorrow:] Which is kind of a good thing so that  can catch up with all the stuff that I am so blur of. Totally did not catch today's Phy lecture on Vectors. Why must we change the direction when we can actually just calculate the resultant vector straight away? As the entire row of us were pondering over this question, the lecturer continued his topic and left us all in a &lt;em&gt;sotong &lt;/em&gt;state. Even after going through it myself at home, I still couldn't get it. The best part, this is only the very beginning. With all the breaks in between tomorrow's timetable, I'm sure I can get someone to enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY TO DANCE! Finally I will be having a dance session tomorrow:] Although its only orientation, but who cares. As long as it is dance, my body engine starts gearing up for everything. A kind soul reminded me that 2 years of JC life is a really short one and told me not to stress out on the many activities, or even better, cut down on the activities I am going to participate in. Took the advice and thought that I would possibly not take part in anything else but study, dance and do my NYAA Gold. Hopefully I can accomplish all these goals. In fact, I WILL do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP is starting to interest me. I finally start to learn to appreciate the loveliness of the newspaper. It really interesting to find out the things happening around us, both in the community, at a national scale and globally. I can't believe I actually hated the newspaper before this and always gave all sorts of excuses, and really out-of-the-world ones too, just to not read the papers. Now, I get frustrated not finding the newspaper article that I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1792652811084112542?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1792652811084112542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1792652811084112542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1792652811084112542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1792652811084112542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-lectures-tomorrow-which-is-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6780805101857697869</id><published>2010-02-16T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:46:17.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S302eXM0nOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Iy7iiB0Tvkw/s1600-h/CNY+2010"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563820185197794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S302eXM0nOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Iy7iiB0Tvkw/s320/CNY+2010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qFk4omOUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MW8jQQ-J_5o/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438806368727742786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qFk4omOUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MW8jQQ-J_5o/s320/DSC01710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qFFfdCK5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/uhfoBxBXHx8/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438805829392411538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qFFfdCK5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/uhfoBxBXHx8/s320/DSC01701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally in the CNY mood still! A really cute baby came over to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bai nian&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't resist my temptation to take a photo with him. He's just The entire family went to Sembawang Park for dinner last night. The restaurant had a great view over the sea and as we were feasting, the sea breeze gently blew and cooled us all, leaving my hair to dance in the wind. We also got to see Malaysia celebrate Chinese New Year with their great display of the really awesome fireworks. The atmosphere was simply fantastic. The great view also offered us a great variety of really pretty photos. Especially those in the light of the setting sun, so beautifully romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6780805101857697869?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6780805101857697869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6780805101857697869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6780805101857697869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6780805101857697869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/totally-in-cny-mood-still-really-cute.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/S302eXM0nOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Iy7iiB0Tvkw/s72-c/CNY+2010' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-6362587951624836448</id><published>2010-02-15T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:30:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY Valentine's!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY Total Defence Day!&lt;br /&gt;Though its already a bit lag, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply love Chinese New Year. Besides all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang pow&lt;/span&gt; that we collect and the games we can play, it is more of the atmosphere that really touches me. When Chinese New Year and Valentine's land on the same day, it becomes so romantically prosperous and sweetly fun. So glad to receive so many greetings from new friends and old ones too:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qBhOOff4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Un33e4QHuDY/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qBhOOff4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Un33e4QHuDY/s320/DSC01630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438801907757842306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qAnWLpnXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QSK9BGOo_II/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qAnWLpnXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QSK9BGOo_II/s320/DSC01646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438800913460993394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3p_n4mqwfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K1Hdgh59xjs/s1600-h/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/S3p_n4mqwfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K1Hdgh59xjs/s320/DSC01648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438799823189492210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we go back to school on Wednesday, PIENO is going to go on separate ways. Sad but we all have to face it. Last day together last Friday when we celebrated CNY and Valentine's. It was really sweet to get presents from people whom I only known for 2 weeks. The best was a rose early in the morning:] Can things get even sweeter? We gave the Valentine's presents, which each and everyone of your took pains to fold each and every t-shirt a quarter the size of the normal origami paper, to our OGLs who were really nice to us throughout orientation. It really disappointed us when Jared (the only guy OGL) ps us and went back to his secondary school before receiving his gifts.  On the very same day, we almost lost $150 I collected for the OG photos. Thank god we found it back before going home. The highlight of the day was me going home with WIGENE!! That's him in the picture. OMG, isn't he cute:] Although it was only for a short distance (school to mrt station), I am grateful. I actually could go to Orchard and do some shopping but a clueless fellow spoilt my plan by being late for 1 and a half hours! How can that be? Later I found out that he spent the entire night folding hearts for some girl. NO WONDER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6362587951624836448?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6362587951624836448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6362587951624836448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6362587951624836448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6362587951624836448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-happy-valentines.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/S3qBhOOff4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Un33e4QHuDY/s72-c/DSC01630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-557898599553424794</id><published>2010-02-05T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:04:18.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AJ DANCE!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the best news today. So happy about it:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School as in lessons officially started today and we had our very first lecture. Quite fun actually, but there were a few parts where I was a bit lost. Eventually caught up and cleared my doubts after asking the clever people around me. There was only 1 hour worth of Chem lecture today although there still was an hour worth of talk tha was totally not relevent to me. So I apparently spent my day in school doing only 1 hour of real work. The best part was that class ended at 10.15 and I had to stone there for like 2 hours before going back to Anderson. Don't know why but I felt really tired today. So much so that this is the second time this week I slept watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels real good to really be a student for real now, though living life in my own order during the holidays felt awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-557898599553424794?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/557898599553424794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=557898599553424794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/557898599553424794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/557898599553424794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/aj-dance-yay-this-is-like-best-news.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-9126539503453296722</id><published>2010-02-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:12:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>METALLO!!!</title><content type='html'>GO METALLO!!! Your leading alliance for the day!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am beginning to like AJ after some time. The people here are really cool and nice:] Especially my OGLs. Thanks a lot guys. Games and dance session as usual but it was exceptionally fun today cause...... The games today were all held outdoors! I think I am a really funny person who actually likes to perspire and needs to do so in order to get high. The moment I got back indoors during the various hall sessions that required us to sit down for a really long time, I start to remember that I did not have enough sleep and dose off. Well except for one part when they taught us the orientation theme song. OMG! It is super nice:] We did a couple dance too and the entire session was not only fun but exceptional. It can really get people going. I had so much fun today to the extent that I felt REALLY hungry by the end of the day and was crying out for food. Not to mention that my entire bidy is now aching. Well, maybe not all from today with some from the sudden dance extreme workout from trials yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is going to be a great day. First, I'll go to ECP early in the morning to clean up the beach, which is really to me a bit random. Than later in the afternoon, I will be meeting up with my Anderson juniors for training session till 6pm. Haha, I just realised that my entire day will be delicated for CIP only. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is telling me axactly how how they miss Anderson. Well, I too really miss the school. Afterall, we have sent 4 years studying and having fun back in Anderson, how can one not miss her. They are all planning to go back 12/2 and I still have not decided. And I still have yet decided whether to go for choir concert or not. This is really irritating. If I find people to go with me than I shall go. I not.... I will try to find someone to go with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-9126539503453296722?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9126539503453296722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=9126539503453296722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/9126539503453296722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/9126539503453296722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/metallo.html' title='METALLO!!!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7568586106900129977</id><published>2010-02-01T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:31:37.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ-cian already</title><content type='html'>3rd day already!!! And orientation is just beginning to get more fun:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently many people are starting to lose their voices from all the cheering and screaming and shouting. Nonetheless, it was all great fun and I think the entire of Pieno(OG name) has indeed come closer today. OGLs really had a had time teaching us everything but I still glad that they said we were a lot of fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games today was really cool and hilarious. All of the games actually had a storyline behind it. They were a bit lame but cute at the same time. Thanks to all the OGLs and the Student Council for coming up with all that, I know how difficult this little thing is. We had a mass dance session as well. Super complicted dance but seriously fun, engaging and simply beautiful after learning all the steps and putting it together. I am totally in love with the song&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Auditions today and I am soooo glad that my 4 years of hard work in Anderson did not go to waste after 6 months without a single training session. YAY! Hopefully I can get into AJ Dance Society. If from now on, dance is no longer in my life, I would totally lose my way in the long journey of life. I made many new friends at dance too! Fingers crossed that we all get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believed that I actually put words of a P6 friend in my heart. He told me to just smile and talk to some people and through that process, make new friends. Apparently I never learnt this simple logic until this year, making it so difficult for me to know strangers. Sometimes, a simple conversation can turn out to be a long lasting friendship worth to be cherished, remembered and kept...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7568586106900129977?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7568586106900129977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7568586106900129977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7568586106900129977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7568586106900129977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/02/aj-cian-already.html' title='AJ-cian already'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-2592067669190409088</id><published>2010-01-10T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:47:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Biggest Days</title><content type='html'>All comes down to tomorrow. The only thing that matters after the two long years of the battle with the books, the cert that brings one further than he thinks. Although nobody really said much about anything, but the stress inside of me is really overwhelming. I wonder if Sis had the same feeling. All the organs inside of me are upside down, and worse still, my stomach is flipping all over the place. I really worried now. Hopefully all turns well tomorrow. As now I have totally no mood to do anything and I don't want this feeling to last all through tomorrow, or even become the greatest regret of my life. Please let everything turn out ok...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-2592067669190409088?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2592067669190409088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=2592067669190409088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2592067669190409088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2592067669190409088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-biggest-days.html' title='One of the Biggest Days'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3684132402966350116</id><published>2010-01-06T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:50:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things are capitalised and bolded, it tells that THIS is very serious to the greastest imaginable extent!!!!!! Truth has finally dawned upon me that on &lt;strong&gt;MONDAY, 11 JANUARY 2010&lt;/strong&gt;. I really don't want to face the fact, I just wnat to stay like this for the rest of my life, in the comfort of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news came totally as shock. I wasn't even a quarter prepared for this. Well of course I already knew this time would come sooner or later, but really, IT IS STILL VERY FREAKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to blog about how my spectacles broke into two while I was cleaning it earlier, but this is sooo much bigger. Too much as a matter of fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now would be a really good time for my entire worth of wishes to be fulfilled where I will do well for the exam. Than again what Mr Kamal said is really true. Now that I have submitted all my papers, all I can do now is to pray for good results. Maybe that will help calm the nerves a little. To the great mightly gods and goddesses high up above, I really need help. Pretty please with acherry on top :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3684132402966350116?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3684132402966350116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3684132402966350116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3684132402966350116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3684132402966350116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-when-things-are-capitalised-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1571087571540325425</id><published>2010-01-05T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:56:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Cleanup</title><content type='html'>农历新年要到了，大扫除也是在所难免的。当然，大扫除有什么好blog的？但是今年的大扫除我却有了万分意外的收获。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年妈妈要我和他一起收拾旧照片。我也就趁机翻了一翻，发现爸妈以前竟然是多么的英俊漂亮。Haha. 想不到爸妈也会有这样的一面。我同时也见到了姐姐以前有多么可爱。他可是会做出我意想不到的可爱的pose， 又是装可爱，又是装酷。 在翻了一下后，看到了我小时候是多么的爱拍照， 从我三岁那年开始， 原来大多的照片里都有我。这也就难怪姐姐整天叫我做自恋狂。弟弟没什么照片，只有baby时的婴儿找，没什么稀奇的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，童年是那么的珍贵，那么的天真，那么的可爱。那时候的每一个人都是真诚的对待每一件事。好想回到那无忧无虑的童年生活，什么也不用烦，不用管，甚至连世界将变成什么膜样也不必理会。但，那是短暂的时光，一去不回头。现在也只能偶尔回味着甜蜜的美味。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1571087571540325425?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1571087571540325425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1571087571540325425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1571087571540325425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1571087571540325425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-cleanup.html' title='The Great Cleanup'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6062674353975042415</id><published>2010-01-03T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:28:59.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes Before School</title><content type='html'>It feels kind of weird when most people are starting school tomorrow while I am still up in the wee hours watching tv online, chatting, blogging, facebooking etc. This feeling is so so soooo surreal. Why do I still have the weirdest feeling that I should be part of the majority that will be attemding school tomorrow. Just read council blog and saw what a fun filled week they all will have with all the orientation and mass dances. It really seemes like it was only yesterday when I was still standing in school organising and carrying out all these activities with the entire council. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So late and so dark the world is outside of my table. All I can hear is the sound of the typing keyboard and the crikets from the downstairs park. All seems this serene and peaceful, a great contradiction to the life I led.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6062674353975042415?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6062674353975042415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6062674353975042415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6062674353975042415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6062674353975042415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/minutes-before-school.html' title='Minutes Before School'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3600189583679512907</id><published>2010-01-02T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:05:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First time I am blogging from iPod touch! Really excited and how I wish I had my own. Perhaps in future I be one that chases the ever changing trend, fashion and technology like crazy. Anyway,it's the second day of the new year and I started it by lazing in bed until about 9am when I officially woke up. Well didn't sleep well last night with all the nightmares about the upcoming o lvl results. Argh! This is torturing me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't decide whether or not to go p6 class gath and Zaff had to throw me another big problem by asking me if I would be going to 2/2 chalet. I would love to but here comes the problem. If I really went to the chalet, there probably will be just me talkin and entertaining myself. But Zaff, being Mr Nice Guy, has offered to emo with me. Really lovely to think that there still are people in the world concerned about you. How sweet is that? About p6 gath, I decided to throw the burden to my classmates:) Don't want to think too much about it. When time comes, I would know what to do. 船到桥头自然直.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3600189583679512907?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3600189583679512907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3600189583679512907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3600189583679512907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3600189583679512907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-time-i-am-blogging-from-ipod.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3437540770242196419</id><published>2010-01-01T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:24:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Year Awaits</title><content type='html'>Goodbye 2009 and HELLO 2010!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an eventful year this year will be. As the date draws nearer to the release of the O lvl results, my heartbeat starts to lose its regular beat and begins its own race against time and anxiety. The only wish I have for this year would probably just to received good results after the big battle with my books for two years. How I wish that it was possible to use up my entire year of wishes-be it birthday, Chinese New Year or whatsoever-just on this sole hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just earlier, I received a call from a long-time-ago friend asking me to attend P6 class gathering. Well I guess I should after not going to 4 years worth of class gatherings. But than it would definitely be weird to be there all alone, well not literally but more of spiritually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO new year resolutions for this year other than just try really hard to forget last year and just be me. The usual like studying hard (cliche) in the new year and all. I was thinking whether to go back to Anderson to do some CIP. 取诸社会，用诸社会 you see. Haha, my Chinese never 还给沈老师:] Anyway, its good that I do something too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY in one month's time!!! Can't wait to get geared up for shopping! Yun Ru's coming back around those time, so maybe the three of us (plus sis) can go shopping of clothes together. Speaking of which, maybe we can go to the children's department to get those really nice clothes the designers thought of for the kids but not the adults. It kind of surprised me the other time that I could fit into the second largest size of the children clothing. Perharps I'm just small, or even short as I know some of those I know will put it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3437540770242196419?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3437540770242196419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3437540770242196419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3437540770242196419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3437540770242196419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-year-awaits.html' title='A Brand New Year Awaits'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4308122925163471449</id><published>2009-12-31T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:37:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>当一天公主的感受</title><content type='html'>每次到马六甲的时候，都会有一种被重视，被爱护的感觉。今年回到我熟悉不过的老地方终于真正嘎受到党校公主的滋味。那是多么的美妙，多么的幸福，多么的感动。&lt;br /&gt;这天我来到了一间从未踏进的理发店，让一位英俊陌生的男生剪头发。我一向不爱剪头发，有时甚至会因腰间伐尔大哭大闹一场。奇妙的是一向剪头发会大哭得我这次精美楼下一滴泪珠，反而是抱着愉快的性情他处理发店。这应该都是因为在店里我被店员们都当成宝，被细心的捧在手掌上又剪发，又洗头，又按摩，简直把我当成了富家的小公主。最让我印象深刻的是当他们帮我把湿透的头发吹干时，竟让两位英俊潇洒的男士帮我吹法，烫直头发。当时的我简直顿时成了最高贵的公主小姐，心想这感觉是多么的美妙，甚至不禁意的偷笑了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了2009年的尾声，想想看这件事应该是全年感到最开了的事吧。或许是因为它是最接近我的事，头或者是今年我真的没过得很愉快。但过去的已经不值得我们抱着她感到遗憾或可惜，跟重要的事我们应该往前开，明天会更好。过去的事将永远是我人生的一部分，也将会是我未来的故事。就这样，我人生的篇章又有了新的一页。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4308122925163471449?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4308122925163471449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4308122925163471449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4308122925163471449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4308122925163471449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='当一天公主的感受'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4471891956135742263</id><published>2009-10-31T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:36:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday was the official last day of school for the rest of the school. Me on the other hand was done with school some three weeks ago. I was so emotional that day tears fell like the waterfall the moment the teachers showed a video that wished us all the best for the exam. Than  on thrusday, I had another round of heart warming incident when the stall uncle I usually buy morning juice from actually treated me some grapes, saying that it was because he would not be seeing me again. Felt so good that someone actually thought of me to be important. It's amazing how little things like this in life can actually make someone's day so great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4471891956135742263?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4471891956135742263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4471891956135742263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4471891956135742263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4471891956135742263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-was-official-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6040460895920008266</id><published>2009-09-25T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:21:14.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like the weather. It turned from a bright sunny day to a gloomy one with dark clouds, than the lightning and thunder all came before the sky slowly cleared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a &lt;br /&gt;normal school day before I&lt;br /&gt;heard a horrible thought-out-loud when I&lt;br /&gt;looked for a great friend and talked before I&lt;br /&gt;broke down and thanking god that there wasn't alot of people around me before I&lt;br /&gt;went back for lessons trying to look as normal as possible when I&lt;br /&gt;was cheered up by a simple test with was very fun before I&lt;br /&gt;talked again to the same great friend and than I &lt;br /&gt;went home alone trying very hard not to think about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The world is full of people whoare out to make you cry, Thank god for those who make you smile"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed thank god that today was normal. At least to me now that I decided not to bother myself on thing like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6040460895920008266?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6040460895920008266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6040460895920008266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6040460895920008266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6040460895920008266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-was-like-weather.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-5609864118982096659</id><published>2009-09-07T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:43:12.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very weird dream about him the night before. Him as in the one almost 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by plain coincidence that we were both with our families, having a wonderful vacation at some sort of summer resort. I met him there but maybe, he didn't see me. It was only than did I realise how much I have hurt him than. An entire year not talking to him, seeing him looking in my direction only to turn away when I see him. There, in the dream I was dying for him, chasing him at every turn. I remember one scene. I was chasing after a bus, in search for him. Maybe it was just to apologise for my ignorance, the pain inflicted upon him but I know the pain I felt. So hurt I was that I could still feel the pain in my heart when I woke up. I even remember crying so hard, asking why I couldn't just take a look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something sweet happened as well. We went to the arcade in the resort and had a great time. I forgot the conversation part but know that it was the end. Maybe its a sign, that it was all over, just like I wanted it to 4 years back. My heart broke and I broke down into tears with it. Someone than brought me to the very same arcade to cheer me up, but tears fell like the waterfall, not stopping for me to take a breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness overcame me the instant and despite all the comforts I get, it wasn't enough to make me feel better. Did I make the wrong decision in the past? I really don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5609864118982096659?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5609864118982096659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5609864118982096659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5609864118982096659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5609864118982096659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-very-weird-dream-about-him-night.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-8303728486492822558</id><published>2009-09-05T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:11:34.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual it becomes my fault the moment she reaches home. All the saying that my attitude has change blah blah blah. Have she even once thought about who is the one that attitude have changed. Not me definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even since she stepped into her career, being home only once every week, her attitude changed dramatically. From a sister who always wants me to solve her loads of problems, to the one who comes home with her bad habits of scolding vulgarities. "I don't usually scold vulgarities outside, though I am used to listening to them," she claims but the moment we are alone together, she starts scolding them like nobody's business. There you have it. My point of view, its becaused she is deprived of scolding such vulgarities(very crude ones even) outside, that the moment she comes home, it comes out like xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I as a normal human being can only tolerate this nonsense for a limited period. This for her is a vvvvvvvvvvvery long one since as my sister, she has some so called privilleges. All my life, I have tried to be the understanding one and not pick on little issues, but this is way over the limit, even for her. The vulgarities are still ok, worst, she takes me for granted, like I solely exist onlyfor her to exploit and use. Personal stylist, listener, every single odd job I have taken and this is what I get in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life truely is unfair but I don't blame it. Its just my fault that I had been Miss Nice Girl to her that I am being bullied. 人善被人欺，马善被人骑. And now they expect me to give in to her. NO WAY! Not unless she learns to respect me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-8303728486492822558?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8303728486492822558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=8303728486492822558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8303728486492822558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8303728486492822558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-usual-it-becomes-my-fault-moment-she.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-2825244754831736005</id><published>2009-09-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:16:23.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home from dinner and another great day of fun:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was one of the best I ever had. Was craving for the scruptious tom yam soup and eventually tasted it at 747, ordering one of my all-time favourites, tom yam la mian&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;3 It was simply fantastic with all the spice. Long awaited meal which was fufiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is super relaxing one for us(Zaff, Indu and I) 2 movies in a week. Haha. Today was Proposal. Great story with a great twist. Most importantly was that the guy was rather charming from certain angles. I LOVE THE SHOW and was glad I caught it. Talked about all the crap in the world and were super irritated by people who had zero social awareness in the theatre, making a din there. Worst still, it was this particular prefect from this school that made the most noise. Even the outstanding councillor who sat beside me couldn't stand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test started at 9 today though I still went to school the normal time after promising not to abandon Zaff with all the lit people who mostly did not understand the torture we history students go through every exam. In the end, I was abandoned by him after he woke up late, waking up at 4am to study but fell asleep in 10 mins. To think that I actually sacrificed my sleep to accompany him till 11.30 pm last night to study history. Eventually I had to drink a cup of Ginseng drink plus a cup of tea and eat 'stay awake pills' to ensure that I didn't sleep in the middle of the paper, especially history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paid it all back by giving me the greatest joke early in the morning. We met at 4/4 where all the people were studying for the test. I didn't bring my notes up due to patrol duty and just happened to hang around there. Later, he wanted to go down to take something and I asked nicely for him to bring up my bag as well. When he came up with my bag, Zaff looked super pissed. Who wouldn't after getting caught 3 times in a row for his missing name tag, wrong shoes and not greeting Mrs Poh. I was naturally to be blamed for his misfortune as if it wasn't for my bag, he wouldn't be caught for his name tag and shoes. Mr Ang even said that he could be denied of the test. When he went to the GO to get his temp name tag, Mrs Poh went up to him to ask a series of super weird and irrevelant questions. "Why are you carrying 2 bags? Why is the bag pink? Is it yours? Your friend's huh. Girl is it?" And the most hilarious and comical of all, "Your girlfriend's huh?" The entire group burst out laughing. I laughed so hard that I could hardly speak. When Zaff actually answered no, Mrs Poh had to confirm again to make sure. It was really really funny. I could never imagine Mrs Poh doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazwan did something really freaky today, smiling like a small child at us, Zaff not included. Its really freaky especially when you see him change. Yes its for the better, but the change to snapping his fingers to make his presence known and even not being involved in our conversation though he is listening throughout makes me feel that he feels alone. I don't know how to put it but he isn't talking freely as he used to and the feeling is weird. Hope that its just me being oversensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break starts today and I am really feeling it. Time to make my presence felt in Facebook:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-2825244754831736005?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2825244754831736005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=2825244754831736005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2825244754831736005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2825244754831736005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-from-dinner-and-another-great-day.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-5109057313034980194</id><published>2009-09-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:12:04.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is not at its best today, and I hope this post will be successful. Finger crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tests have passed and none at all seem well done. I can't even come out of the exam hall telling the world I did ok. Everythimg was just a disaster, a nightmare that is all so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not going well for me. Family and all. Major quarrel with my sister over little things like attitude issues.( Maybe its time for me to change mine) But at times like this, I really appreciate the wonderful friends I have who are there for me to share my problems with. Big thank you to Zaff and Indu&lt;3 Zaff for trying so hard and eventually managed to cheer me up over the long weekend, listening to all my nonsense and Indu who understood my problems and giving me solutions to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of ALL my problems, I got a early birthday treat from the both of them to watch BANDSLAM on 31 August 2009, eve of teachers' day. Funny thing that happened the entire day, talking about problems and people that I shan't talk about since it is so sensitive. We took a look at a dress I saw the other day and Zaff said its not nice. So I've decided not to get it. Easily influenced by others I confess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANDSLAM is very nice and super hilarious given that it was what we were actually talking about the subject before that. Comments made by us was simply out of the world! That day, was the very first time I ever saw a guy shivering in the cold theatre. Usually its always I who gets the jacket from the guys since the theatre has freezing temperatures but on Monday, Zaff's teeth were actually shaking!! It was absolutely comical to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ru left for Shanghai and won't be back until next year. The last thing we did together was facial on Sat which was super refreshing! The ladies there were very professional and treated me with extra care. I had a massage round my shoulders and it was than I realised how tensed I was. Maybe due to O levels but I don't had much of a choice do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 1st September 2009, Teachers' Day. Sent an sms to Mrs Ang to wish her. Didn't actually know why but, maybe it was just by instinct after I got her phone number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the lemon cheesecake for my birthday:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5109057313034980194?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5109057313034980194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5109057313034980194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5109057313034980194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5109057313034980194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-is-not-at-its-best-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6850791179581640591</id><published>2009-08-07T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:54:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Eventful Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: actually nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: jumped 194 cm for standing board jump, breaking my personal highest record! Whohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: memorised every single thing on rise and fall of Venice&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: missed out only half a point for Venice mindmap test&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Anderson National Day Carnival and watched G.I Joe with the guys and Indu:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about today, Carvinal was super funny. Teachers who got dunked included Ms Sim, Mr Nathan etc. The most classic one was Mr Kamal. Someone actually hit all three throws! He was so into taking photos  that he soon got addicted and could not stop. Met Yun Ru for lunch with Indu, though we did not like eat full, but went to Desert House to get a Kiwi and Strawberry drink for myself, browine for Phua and Strawberry for Indu. The kiwi strawberry &lt;br /&gt;is super nice&lt;3 Its the taste I had been looking for for a long long long long time. After that, we managed to shop only for a while before the guys called to ask us to buy tickets. Yun Ru decided to go home and bathe first before meeting er jiu mu. Since the guys had to go for Friday prayers, we had to queue up at the long counter to get our tickets. Indu and I were waiting like idiots at the 'ticket counter' and than Eugene came along and queued at the 'popcorn counter'. We were both confused at his actions and couldn't comprehend what he was doing. Than after that, we found out that at peak hours or when they is alot of people at the ticketing area, they actually open up the 'popcorn counters' to sell movie tickets as well. So in the end we got our tickets earlier than expected and made our way to kfc to wait for the guys. As we found a place that could house all 8 of us who were watching the show, Indu and I went to get some snacks while waiting for them. We returned to our seats only to find thatit was overwhelmed with people, additional ones too. We forgot to count the others who were not going to the movies. Finally, overpopulated by boys, we decided to sit at another table, later joined by Syazwan and Zaff. The most classic prank of the week: I told Zaff that that I only bought 7 tickets for the eight of us excluding him. Together with Indu and Syazwan, he had a hard time believing that we did not buy his ticket for him. Then, insisted that the $6 returned to him since he could not watch. We decided to count the tickets in front of him since he wouldn't believe whatever we were saying. Syazwan counted one by one, matching the tickets to the people watching. You should have seen the look on his face, all stressed up. When we counted to the eighth ticket, we were like, "Aye, we bought one extra ticket leh!" and started offering his ticket to those who were not going. He was all relaxed and relieved yet sought of a bit pissed, but it didn't last for long. So many jokes were cracked during that time; giving me no chance at all to take a sip of water for fear that I will spit it all out. At the theatre, I almost lost my phone during all the confusion of passing the tickets, calling Eugene to tell him his seat etc. I think I looked so flustered that all of them stopped watching the trailers and started looking for my phone. Zul even offered his phone’s touch to look more carefully. Eventually we found it at the side of Zaff’s chair and I was so relieved.  Continued to enjoy the show with fun, joy and laughter but half way through, both Zaff and I felt like sleeping. Not that the show is boring, but more of we were tired. The show was great, good and twisted plot with lots of uncertainty, Together with all the action and weaponry portrayed,   there was nothing really bad about the show.  Show finished, went home, and bathed, blog. The rest of the day should be normal as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw this pledge thingy advertisement on CNA. It was heart-warming and so touching, with a simple quote that causes all the goose bumps to surface.  “Home, is where why heart belongs.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6850791179581640591?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6850791179581640591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6850791179581640591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6850791179581640591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6850791179581640591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-eventful-week-monday-actually.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3284474918458649236</id><published>2009-08-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:42:38.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Troubled, frustrated, pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still 84 more days to O lvls but have totally no mood to study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3284474918458649236?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3284474918458649236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3284474918458649236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3284474918458649236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3284474918458649236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/troubled-frustrated-pissed.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6636877067517362810</id><published>2009-08-01T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:00:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching 最美丽的第七天. Sad ending but very nice. Its shows and tells people how life is so fragile. A second ago you can be so happy with friends and family, and the next you may find yourself almost impossible to continue being together with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm cherishing every moment I have now... Being 1st Aug and having 84 more days to O lvls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6636877067517362810?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6636877067517362810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6636877067517362810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6636877067517362810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6636877067517362810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3847978763524700392</id><published>2009-07-22T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:00:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day today is like the morning sky. Dark grey with a faint purplish pink background, seeming dull and normal on the outside yet happy that today is today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the solar ecilpse today, even though here in Singapore we can only see about 10% of it. Can't believe that already twice in my life did I have a chance to actually see an ecilpse, yet both times I missed it. Once unknowingly, another due to the weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the one in India and Japan. India saw a green sun today. Yes I know, its god damn cool! Japan's sun was entirely covered by the moon, leaving only a silver lining along one bend. Looking at it, I feel bliss, just like looking at the sea at night. Quiet yet lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:"Memories are like loved ones dead. Buried deep down inside the heart, but never once forgetting the pain and the joy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: &lt;strong&gt;94 days &lt;/strong&gt;to O lvls after tonight~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3847978763524700392?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3847978763524700392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3847978763524700392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3847978763524700392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3847978763524700392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day-today-is-like-morning-sky.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3497235570900646420</id><published>2009-07-03T20:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:30:52.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one week seemed like a term has past. Despite the just opening of school, I have been sleeping no earlier than 11pm for the entire week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 has disrupted the lifes of many, with my temperature for the entire week not being less than 37.0 degrees Celsius. Anyway its been a great week for me, more meaningful than the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the petition against Mrs Ang, the school has decided to let Mr Kamal teach us:]:]:] Its just fantastic, so much so that even when I'm having a 2 hour 'date' with him on history, I am just glad to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most miraculous thing happened yesterday! Just a minute ago was i complaining about the hot weather these days and the next, it statred raining SUPER HEAVILY at khatib! The wind was so strong that even in shelter, I got 3/4 of my body soaked in rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold war officially began on the 1/7/2009 at home when sis, who despite me telling her I WANT TO BUY THE SOUNDTRACK, went to get it on the first the off work. Its been two days already and I refuse to forgive her...&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 2 July 2009. INDU'S AND JIA XIN'S BIRTHDAY!!! Wished them already and they were sooo happy:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 3 July 2009. One more day to tolerate and get crazy over &lt;strong&gt;BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3497235570900646420?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3497235570900646420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3497235570900646420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3497235570900646420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3497235570900646420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-one-week-seemed-like-term-has-past.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-151548835735693389</id><published>2009-06-04T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:53:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mummy:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now. Another mountain of work has landed in my bag just after I cleared half of the preious one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting the hang of chem. After doing 2 papers, I starting to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is totak craziness. I have no idea what magnetism is talking about except for the north and south poles, than like poles repel, unlike poles attract and that's all. I shall get back to it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out for dinner today to celebrate Mum's birthday. Haven't bought her present yet and I have no idea what to get for her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-151548835735693389?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/151548835735693389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=151548835735693389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/151548835735693389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/151548835735693389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mummy-back-to-work-now.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-8990338278740934652</id><published>2009-06-03T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:01:31.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kamal lesson today! And I am glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at NYP macs. 3 consecutive meals of macs already!! And I have enough already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOE thing went well yesterday:] The food provided was super nice. For breakfast, we had chicken pies, vege pies, yam cake, nyonya kuehs, cakes, curry puffs plus fruit punch, coffee and tea. Food was so much that I packet for the councillors. On top of that, I still provided the geog class breakfast. It was too much for us all to finish. Lunch was very nice also! Simple bento with rice, fish cake, satay chicken and mango pudding&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a kind sister and want to not starve my brother, I rushed home with 2 packets of lunch (since they still got super alot of extra) to only welcome screams and shouts from him stating that he wants nothing else but macs. What choice do I have? Went to macs and bought his food, leaving the two packets of rice for dinner. If I had thought earlier that the bentos can be brought home for dinner, I would have done so. The leftover more than 100 boxes of bento (that is when I left) would most probably go to waste since no one else was left to finish them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-8990338278740934652?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8990338278740934652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=8990338278740934652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8990338278740934652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8990338278740934652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/kamal-lesson-today-and-i-am-glad-i-went.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-727413766107364816</id><published>2009-06-01T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:57:41.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am beginning to hate hotmail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been rejecting me from my mail for 3 days already! And to think that I have impt stuff inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed in, out, upside down because of the MOE thing tomorrow. NOTHING MUST GO WRONG!!! Or I will be screwed from the center of my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALF has got blogs:] This so makes my job easier since I can just extract whatever information I need from there&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia and I had a hard time trying to get a mail for blogger to host all our council events. In future, this can also be used for the many council events to give updates etc etc. Thanks to Olivia's cool idea, life is made easier with the internet. Which also goes to show I must start linking to the various blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra lesson tmr, and wed, and thurs, and fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just glad I'm going to JB for an entire day's worth of makan session on Sunday:] Although after that means back to work, but it still feels good. This time, I won't forget my camera. The two days in Malacca without the camera was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying very hard that nothing goes wrong tmr....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need sweets to calm my nerves. Maybe tea too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-727413766107364816?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/727413766107364816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=727413766107364816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/727413766107364816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/727413766107364816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-beginning-to-hate-hotmail.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-2465473512760461305</id><published>2009-05-28T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:48:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My work must be slowly handed over to Cheryl. At the last of my life as the 8th Anderson Student Council Secretary-General, assignments have been overloading me. 2nd last day of official duty for the 8th exco and many are feeling relectant to hand over. Nevertheless, times have changed and we all grow up. Its time we gave way to the 9th exco's era. From me, all the best to the next exco! I know it is really tiring to bring the council to greater heights and uphold the name of council at the same time but I believe that all of you can do it &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. it seems only yesterday when the results of the 8th exco was announced. Yet 1 year has already passed and the voting for the next President of the Sudent Council has already taken place this morning. Anyway, I will miss the days where all of us are busy working day in day out. Just like the way I feel when dance was no longer part of my curriculum. Empty, is the only word you can use to describe this lovely yet sad feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two things may now be gone, but valuable lessons learnt will never be forgotten or buried deep down in my heart. In fact, they will be around me, using the experiences to help me in every other way. Missing is one thing, but its the longing to regain this experience that will drive and otivate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once said this to me,"If you want your life now, you will lose it later. Like wise, loss your life now and get it back two times better." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet inspirational, a quote which I will live by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-2465473512760461305?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2465473512760461305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=2465473512760461305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2465473512760461305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2465473512760461305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-work-must-be-slowly-handed-over-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-5665528040972343160</id><published>2009-05-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:25:58.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days to the school holidays and 1 month to CA2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly happy about my results, but at least I made improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way they are campaigning this year. Just like the Obama style:] Posters, flyers and every thing else. Amazing just to think how people will actually go to such lengths to reach their goals. All the best to the 2 PCs this year, and good luck for the voting tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE DANCE SYF PHOTOS ARE UP!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I will get them from the portal ASAP and share with all of you the pride I take in dance. Speaking of which, I met up with the long time no see juniors and was delighted to see all of them working hard. Very happy to see liang lao shi too:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSA open house was great, though many councillors did not appear on the day itself. All of them got music from me the next morning and I heard that my 'speech' was very impactful. Chongfu came and I was so glad to receive them again for the second time. Response from the public was overwhelming! More than 700 people came and I am glad we pulled it off:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5665528040972343160?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5665528040972343160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5665528040972343160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5665528040972343160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5665528040972343160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-more-days-to-school-holidays-and-1.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7796002156957373435</id><published>2009-05-18T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:31:46.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A great way to mark the start of the post exams. Busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;Lower Sec Forum toady and the 5 of us looked hardly professional. On Thurs, things are going to change as we will be provided laptops!!! So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council blog is finally up! Go visit:&lt;br /&gt;andersonstudentcouncil-asc.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go update it on the Anderson Leaders Forum thing now so I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Word to describe my day. Tiring....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7796002156957373435?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7796002156957373435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7796002156957373435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7796002156957373435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7796002156957373435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-way-to-mark-start-of-post-exams.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-102806707624261637</id><published>2009-05-15T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:50:13.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A great day spent at the cinemas:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!! Though the race to the end has barely started.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday for the past week, I walked into an enclosed battlefield familiar yet strange. Hours passed as all of us fought the long hours of the battle. One of the worse ones, SS. The paper itself was enough to drive one crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the celebration today was called for. A fantastic way to mark the end of a term of hard work:] And guess what we watched today! STAR TREK... The show was super nice. Funny, sad, adventurous all in one. We had so much fun at the cinemas laughing our heads of. I realised the con of having long hair as well. With my hair tied, I couldn't sit back and enjoy! In the end, I just let down my hair and watched the movie, feeling more relaxed and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Am I just avoiding the fact, or trying to face it... By running away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-102806707624261637?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/102806707624261637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=102806707624261637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/102806707624261637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/102806707624261637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-day-spent-at-cinemas-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6229620215512827513</id><published>2009-04-30T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:55:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blogging from the mac lab!! (Until like half way the person ask me go collect thing...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its not because anything but I'm waiting for the school posters to actually come so that I can do work.&lt;br /&gt;Finished studying physics but not the application part and I seriously screwed it all up cause I have no idea how to apply them!!! Think that I need more practice. Just like how I did with chem. Great News!! I got 29 half for electrolysis paper and I'm proud of myself. More work needs to be done girl... My days of slacking officially ended yesterday where Indu and I studied at school. somewhere in the middle, we had to do something for ms sham and in return, we get to use the air con:] When we went back to class to get something after we finished our studies, we met Syazwan!!! And we actually thought he went home ready cause the first time we went up to find a conducive place to study, his bag wasn't even in class! Shock and surprise came with no surprise but it was still great to find someone to go home with me though its just to amk mrt station. &lt;br /&gt;English papers today and I think I screwed it up, as usual. Spotted the sit writing right-on but I was not the only one -_- I thought speech today was ok and for compo, I WROTE ON LEADERS BEING MADE AND NOT BORN. Paper 2 was hell. I don't know where the points are and just anyhow summarise. I need the paper to be great to secure that Colours award. Anyway, one down and so many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Studied again with Indu and Olivia(plus a few other people)in 4/3. After we finished, we crapped as usual, talking about how funny our teachers are:P&lt;br /&gt;Helped ms sham again for the DDSN thing and she gave us chocolates:] Not going to eat it though. I'll bring it to school on mon since Indu had to rush off.&lt;br /&gt;Enough blogging and more working. Going online to revised chem now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6229620215512827513?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6229620215512827513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6229620215512827513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6229620215512827513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6229620215512827513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-blogging-from-mac-lab-until-like.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4315998537613666431</id><published>2009-04-24T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:55:07.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dead tired but haven't finish my work...&lt;br /&gt;9th exco interview will take place starting Mon. Good luck to all the interviewees:]&lt;br /&gt;Principal's boss's boss' is coming on Wed and Koon Ming and I are in charged of the entire event (at least for the student development part)!!! Things cannot go wrong that day! Or all the hard work and fight for council's name will go down the drain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4315998537613666431?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4315998537613666431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4315998537613666431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4315998537613666431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4315998537613666431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/04/dead-tired-but-havent-finish-my-work.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3220307455637554984</id><published>2009-04-22T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:34:27.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every dancer is spamming their blogs like that... But who cares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDERSON CHINESE DANCE GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are so so so proud of it:] &lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy rolled down our cheeks as we received the results. At first I was like "Am I dreaming?" kind of thing, but it is all so true:]&lt;br /&gt;First time ever in Anderson history, Chinese Dance did so chio-ly :P And we are the pioneer batch that did it. HAHAHAHA. I hope that this won't pressurise the juniors but further motivate them to work harder to sustain the award.&lt;br /&gt;Also first time ever, we have dance homework to hand in on our thoughts about trainings, SYF and liang lao shi (I am still missing her). I think that the homework will come as a breeze, cause I 感触良多.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated at Pepper Lunch today with Jo Ann, Xin Lin, Xiao Bai, Yan Jun and Blodwen. Gossiped about primary school scandals. It was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I cannot sleep tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling for today, jubilant in every language...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3220307455637554984?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3220307455637554984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3220307455637554984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3220307455637554984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3220307455637554984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/04/gold-with-honoursgold-with-honoursgold.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3313704930511786885</id><published>2009-04-21T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:34:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentiments flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/Se2mkhz6mEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0lBbsVVznKA/s1600-h/Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/Se2mkhz6mEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0lBbsVVznKA/s320/Dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327097080730785858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for better view!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wore my last pair of dance shoes. &lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm telling my juniors things I dont usually say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/Se2uOYOfKNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UYAk0WvEtB8/s1600-h/Dance+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/Se2uOYOfKNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UYAk0WvEtB8/s320/Dance+2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327105496293779666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still feeling blue as I leave the computer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3313704930511786885?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3313704930511786885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3313704930511786885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3313704930511786885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3313704930511786885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentiments-flow.html' title='Sentiments flow'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/Se2mkhz6mEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0lBbsVVznKA/s72-c/Dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-4794404959417293975</id><published>2009-03-30T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:32:08.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIs!&lt;br /&gt;Very short one today since I'm waiting for Sylvia online. &lt;br /&gt;1. Bought a dress yesterday at a damn good price! U.P $90. Price at which I bought it for, $28 only!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Its a very hot day today and I was perspiring like crazy when writing 作文. I wasn't stressed by it but apparently my beads of persperation talks differently.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thought that history test today was okay, after the 1 and a half hour crash course on TOV. I still thought it was like "I dunno what's going on" kind of question.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am super tired after dance. &lt;br /&gt;5. Extra lesson is seriously WTH!!! Lessons till 5 from Monday to Friday &lt;br /&gt;in Week 5! However, I think I'll be going for SYF rehearsal instead.&lt;br /&gt;6. I SUCK AT TRIGO. (And my tuition teacher is worried. So am I)&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I will be sleeping promptly at 10 today. Okay, maybe 10+, but no later than 10.30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4794404959417293975?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4794404959417293975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4794404959417293975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4794404959417293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4794404959417293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/his-very-short-one-today-since-im.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4297084924429612164</id><published>2009-03-26T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:09:36.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;I just love the smell of strawberries:] Okay, digressing a bit but I'm eating them now&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I officially have 75 hours of CIP and need to chiong about 10 more only!!! That is if you plus all the ones like newspaper collection, distribution of flyers etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;Today is super slack. If there is a day to choose to &lt;em&gt;absent myself&lt;/em&gt;, today (or thursdays) will by my day. &lt;br /&gt;First lesson was CME. Went to the hall for a mass lecture on relationships, which is like &lt;em&gt;erm&lt;/em&gt;/? At the end, the person, some &lt;em&gt;lao kok kok&lt;/em&gt; guy, play a game on a story about lefts and rights with 'us'. Its actually 4/4 only cause he didn't have time. He asked all of us about what the storyline was and I got it correct! Asked Zul to answer than he asked Eugene. Apparently because our answer wasn't precise enough, he didn't give the box of chocolates to us:[&lt;br /&gt;After that was PE, and we didn't do circuit! Played Cap Ball instead and it was so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;Went for the Health Screening and found out many things.&lt;br /&gt;1. You cannot wear your contact lenses for more than 6 hours!!!! (Jo Ann told me:])&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to change my contacts because one eye increased in degree:[ Maybe I should consider lasik :P&lt;br /&gt;3. My backbone is super crooked!!!! Need go for X-ray at HPB and see what to do next. If it is super serious, I may need surgery. I was bothered by it for the whole day and after talking to mum, I feel so much better:]&lt;br /&gt;We did the lame question thingy like "how many meh-meh jumped over the wall" before and after the check-up and was entertained by the guys. They really know how to make people happy. Also missed English for this.&lt;br /&gt;Geog after reccess and was also quite slack. Jia Xin and I were so tired and slept in between when Mdm Neo's com refused to co-operate. Zul and Aravind came up with some 'magic tricks' to make our valuables &lt;em&gt;disappear&lt;/em&gt;. Then they tried it on us and we were in a lost. One minute our handphone is gone, and when it came back, the wallet went missing.&lt;br /&gt;They continued their 'magic' after teaching the rest of the guys and Si Ying plus Jo Ann got implicated. Thank god they didn't know how to get the SIM card out of my phone, cause Si Ying's and Jo Ann's were switch. However, they change our cards and it was all in a mess after that. The most important thing was that we had fun:]&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper collection after school and was really fun. The entire class finished everything in about 1 hour plus with our group collecting almost half of the newspapers:] Mr Chye don't allow us to go home cause he say is 3 hours CIP. Funny thing is that he allowed us to roam around playing &lt;em&gt;ehem&lt;/em&gt; and just slacking:] So our entire group went to Haji Karim's to makan and chit-chat. What I observed, the guys have really huge appetites. They ate like on average 2 pieces of prata each!! I wondered how they even manage to eat dinner after that. Also &lt;em&gt;kanna&lt;/em&gt; bastard by Teck Chye. I don't like the taste of milk and was surprised when he ordered milk to drink. So, I voiced my enquiry. Than this is he said:"Milk nice what. Why you don't like huh? No wonder you so... small." I totally gave him the pissed off face. So irritated. we continued our usual crap with Aravind talking about publishing a book after the 'O' lvls titled "The Adventures of Joshua. featuring Eugene and David"&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am loving 4/5 that I can't bear to let them go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4297084924429612164?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4297084924429612164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4297084924429612164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4297084924429612164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4297084924429612164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-people-i-just-love-smell-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6767490063782810321</id><published>2009-03-15T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:17:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! I'm back from my food tour:]&lt;br /&gt;Life was never so great. As the Chinese saying goes: 能吃是福, I felt so fortunate and thankful for the foods on my table. What was in for my food tour? Everything.&lt;br /&gt;First, we set off from our house at 6am for macs at west coast to meet my uncles, aunts and cousins. While we were waiting, I began to feel a bit hungry and went in to share breakfast with my brother. Luckily I did so because there was a jam at the custom and I thought I will definitely throw tantrum for a hungry man is an angry man. When we finally got pass the custom, we took a short break at the R&amp;R station where I also bought my first souvenir, a super duper nice handphone pouch. It's nothing like the ones we have in Singapore. Simple yet beautiful, its bronze in colour and has a cute little teddy in front of in. I call it "Gruff the Second" for it looks exactly the same as Gruff (my teddy). Than we headed for Kluang for the 'official' breakfast. Slept on the way (as usual) after the car radio did not have any reception from the Singapore radio station. Kluang was a beautiful place and they had deers there! The roads are wide and the people are nice:] And I want to tell someone something: Sexy, the Malays there speak better Chinese than you! And its true. The waiter's there took all our orders in Mandarin. We had dim sum there and the food was good. My personal favourite, the &lt;em&gt;hao gao&lt;/em&gt;. The prawns were fresh and sweet. The taste was so fantastic that my brother had half a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; to himself. As it was still too early to go to Malacca as the check in time was only 3pm, we went to a nearby organic farm for a walk. The plants there were pretty. The flowers were in full bloom, but not the Dragonfruits. For the first time, I saw the Dragonfriut plant and did you know, it was part of the castus family? We also bought alot of things there, all organic and expensive. Than we proceeded to Muar for &lt;em&gt;bak kut teh&lt;/em&gt;. It wasn't as fantastic as the one in Malacca but was still nice. On the way to Malacca, we saw cows helping the people plough the ground. We checked in at the Holiday Inn and the place had a wonderful view. The hotel room had a view of the Straits of Malacca. Imagine that. We rest at the hotel before my very first Perenakan meal at Aunty Lee's. The food there was fantastic! The sambal, the balacan, wow. All the food was spicy and sour, just my style. However, the wait was like 45 min before our first dish came, but it was all worth it. I LOVE PERENAKAN ST LYE!!!! After dinner, we went Jonker Walk. bought quite a few stuff there and I bowed to perseverance there as well. There was a disabled lady there who wrote beautiful poems just from you name. I really loved the way she maneuvers the Chinese language. Dad brought a few pieces for himself and his friends. The lady came out with all the poems on the spot. Praise was the only thing that came out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was awakened by the beatiful sight. The clouds was so fluffy and a lovely smile just lightened me. Mum and Dad went out to buy nyonya kueh early in the morning. The kuehs are so tasty I still can savour it in my mouth. Went to a Teochew restuarant for lunch. Great taste that I cannot possibly describe. The &lt;em&gt;or ni&lt;/em&gt; aka yam paste was very smooth. Than we went back to the hotel and checked out. That also ended our trip to Malacca and I am back home, cosy and warmth by the love of my family. I love you guys &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6767490063782810321?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6767490063782810321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6767490063782810321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6767490063782810321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6767490063782810321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-im-back-from-my-food-tour-life-was.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-5081891907930246475</id><published>2009-03-13T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:57:58.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY! &lt;br /&gt;Went for X-country and I ran! Though I didn't run far, but it was still an effort:] After one-quarter if the route, my shoe-lace came off. So irritated. To tie my shoe-lace, I got a stitch and could not run any further. The event was such a great success that we finshed at but 10 rather than 11 :D As usual, the guys were great jokers. Si Ying got 18th position and wasn't really happy cause someone cheered for her in the erm manner.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily at Bishan Park, there was 169. Took the bus straight home with Jo Ann and was very thankful for I was extra tired. We passed by Pierce Sec and I was... When I reach Montreal Green, I saw an extra big kingfisher sitting on the railing. I wanted to take a picture of it but by the time I was close to it, it flew away. Perhaps I was a bit too loud.&lt;br /&gt;Than went to SP with mum for lunch and Kopitiam. The new top-up machine very funny. At first it was super quiet than suddenly it said sth very loudly. Scared me lor. Went to Library for study and CIP. First CIP and it's very fun. Go around asking people to join a service. &lt;br /&gt;CALLING ALL NATIONAL LIBRARY MEMBERS:&lt;br /&gt;The National Library has a FREE service. The Library will inform you of your due date either 3, 5 or 7 days before your date due to remind you to return your library books on time. You can choose to be contacted via sms or email. &lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT THE LIBRARY and apply for it at any libraries. (Preferred at Semb Library from 3-5pm every fri so that you can supprot me XP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5081891907930246475?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5081891907930246475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5081891907930246475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5081891907930246475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5081891907930246475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-went-for-x-country-and-i-ran-though.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6200516396790316107</id><published>2009-03-12T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:45:19.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS THE LAST DAY OF AN OFFICIAL SCHOOL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;... Although its only like term one. Nevertheless, it's the HOILIDAYS! And it's time to rejoice and recharge. I think the sec 4s holidays will be packed with homeworks, lessons and CCAs, but it doesn't really matter, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I came out with the lamest joke ever this afternoon. This is what happens after sitting and talking with Ryofred for too long:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazwan: Argh! Can don't take Chem SPA not. &lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann: Can, you don't take lah!&lt;br /&gt;Syazwan: Whoa! You siao ah! Your mother MOE is it?&lt;br /&gt;ME: No! My mother MOM!&lt;br /&gt;*Ryofred, Si Ying, Jo Ann, Cheng Ling plus me burst out laughing. Syazwan was like "wth" lah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? The entire group are being influenced by Ryofred's lameness. I wonder if its a good thing. Well at least our sense of humour is increased:]&lt;br /&gt;Was officially a Young Diplomat of Singapore on Tuesday after getting my certificate. All the hard work last holidays was worthwhile. I now have another scholarship knocking on my door. I am honoured to be invited to represent Anderson in the Natinal Honorary Scholars Summit. It really is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I wish to not miss it. Well, opportunity don't come twice, So I think it is a really good chance to join their family. However, I still need to seek approval fromm Mom and Dad. From what I know, they are not really keen about letting me participate. However, after reading the letter I received, Ma seemed to have second thoughts about it. I hope she will be able to persuade Pa to let me join. Fingers and toes crossed already.&lt;br /&gt;I got back my result slip today, since it is already the last day. I am so glad that I have NO UNDERLINES!!! Made great imporvements in Combined Humans but much is still needed to be done. L1R5 remains unchanged and &lt;em&gt;sighs&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I DONT LIKE BIG NUMBERS!&lt;/strong&gt; Unless it is like upon 100, than the bigger the better:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6200516396790316107?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6200516396790316107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6200516396790316107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6200516396790316107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6200516396790316107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-last-day-of-official-school-day.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-9152558258089276128</id><published>2009-03-10T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:26:41.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to revive my blog since I've no homework today.&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened over the weekend. Bought Sylvia's present from Build-a-Bear Workshop. I AM SUPER DUPER JEALOUS!!! I wanted to get one like since they first opened but never had the chance cause the bear is so expensive. Anyway, Mummy promised to make one for each of us when our birthday comes and I looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Da-jie's birthday on Saturday. We all are chipping in to buy her a new watch since her old one is spoilt (at a great time too).&lt;br /&gt;Su Hui's birthday on Sunday, and she fell ill on Monday. Hope she is feeling better. Could it get any worse than being sick on yor birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia's birthday on Monday. She was elated over our gift to her. I forgot to take a pic of it to share. It really is very cute:]&lt;br /&gt;Official L1R5 for this term..... 5 square. Damn sian and got it hard the minute I reach home. Mummy and Daddy are suppose to meet Mr Chye this Saturday but I will be going to Malacca for a one day FOOD TOUR. Nevertheless, our 4/5 study group will come out soon. Most probably the few of us. Haven't ask them yet, but will probably start after we step down. Well, I think its a good idea. This way, I can ask so many questions on Chem, Physics, Maths and everything else and understand better. &lt;em&gt;TARGET L1R5 NEXT TERM: 15.&lt;/em&gt; So must start &lt;em&gt;chionging &lt;/em&gt; ready. No more slacking for me.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote an English compo yesterday on "Freedom". Sounded very much like "Chinese Cinderella" and "Mao's Last Dancer". I think I've been reading too many of this books. Will share if I get a good grade:]&lt;br /&gt;Going to UCC hall for dance practice tmr. Missing Chem and Maths but I just it wouldn't really hurt, unless  both Mr Chye and Mr Leow decided to start on an entirely new topic. Than, I will be lost in the world of numbers. I wonder if we will have dance after going to UCC. Seriously think that we need it since we are so not coordinated. The dance costume is super nice. And to think that it is made in China, wow. It's super pink, the costume, and it has the pixie feel from the storybooks:]&lt;br /&gt;Still debating whether to run or not on Friday X-country. I can hardly make it today during PE lesson. Felt that my legs were failing me. I was very tired after that and staying awake in class seemed so difficult. Luckily tmr, I CAN WAKE UP LATE!!! Although its only 1 hour diff, it make a HUGE difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-9152558258089276128?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9152558258089276128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=9152558258089276128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/9152558258089276128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/9152558258089276128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-im-here-to-revive-my-blog-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4923453043483772397</id><published>2009-02-27T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:37:09.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I being rather left out today, feeling that I wasn't part of them. &lt;br /&gt;Dance bonding was a success but me, I was alone. I wonder if that's the way they feel in council, those who are not in ex-co. Maybe I am so close to them that I don't see the difference between us. Adaptation is vital now. &lt;br /&gt;Lessons+tuition was fun today. Made lots of careless mistake but I (and him) had fun:] Hershey's MallowBLAST is given out for a project work on globalisation. I think that today is one of the nicer SS lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I will reply the tags tmr. Its only half done now and I am very tired. Guys. have fun at CIP tmr:) If you are going to the movies, sms me kay? Maybe I will meet you guys there. And don't bully Si Ying (eg: leave her at Dhoby Ghaut alone again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4923453043483772397?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4923453043483772397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4923453043483772397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4923453043483772397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4923453043483772397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-being-rather-left-out-today-feeling.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1125779616863491908</id><published>2009-02-26T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:03:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! &lt;br /&gt;Blogging late today but I've got so much to share. &lt;br /&gt;Si Ying is super traumatised by HIM. But the guys are aware that she doesn't like it and are all trying to help her get rid of him, in a rather nice way. Jo Ann is absent from school(hope you are well now:]) and there was an empty sit beside Si Ying. She got Ryofred to sit there before he came. Ryofred entertained me well today with all of his extra lame AND cold jokes. Really a big HAHA to all of them. After sitting in front of him for one day, I realised I can be quite lame too. Maybe we all got influenced by him. Syazwan sat beside me during chem cause Cheng wasn't feeling well and went home after maths. Is it the weather? Everyone seems to be catching a cold...&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 dvd is out. The trilogy cost like $50 while part 3 only costs $22.90. I so want to buy it but can't because one, L1R5 is like close to or above 25 (sighs many times), two, I GOT NO MONEY!!! So many things I want to buy. Maybe I will buy them when results change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;爱就宅一起 is super nice and all must catch it! 大东 is very cute!!! (And there she goes, going crazy over a guy she doesn't know...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1125779616863491908?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1125779616863491908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1125779616863491908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1125779616863491908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1125779616863491908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-blogging-late-today-but-ive-got-so.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7288591434625161798</id><published>2009-02-21T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:40:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the leadership course and am very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was yesterday and the moment he stepped into our house my brother and I were like "OMG! He is damn hot!" Well, he really is. Besides being hot, he is also very smart and funny. I think with more lessons like this, maths and physics results are going to fly high~. Somehow, I just feel that he simplifies everything, making the two subjects simpler than ever. &lt;br /&gt;Revised history already and I will do some history essays just to prepare myself. Don't want to make the same mistakes in the SS paper. Super sad. The SS resluts that was pulled up by Mr Kamal fell once again. Think that more practice is needed? I'm also trying to force Zul to teach me. Maybe I can ask my tuition teacher (forgot his name) if he can teach me:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7288591434625161798?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7288591434625161798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7288591434625161798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7288591434625161798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7288591434625161798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-just-came-back-from-leadership.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3757566048504705316</id><published>2009-02-20T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:52:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ5Ea90KktI/AAAAAAAAADs/NNG5_k2S2_8/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ5Ea90KktI/AAAAAAAAADs/NNG5_k2S2_8/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304752641149670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is finally here and I hope all will have a rest before next week.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies really quickly. Its already week 7 and O's are coming so soon. Many are not doing well academically including myself. Guess that much more work needs to be done starting today. I think there is a need for me to come up with a study plan which includes:&lt;br /&gt;1. My CIP plan on Fris&lt;br /&gt;2. My homework plans&lt;br /&gt;3. My revision plans&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tuition Teacher is coming today and at the right time too. I have so many questions on differentiation. Urgent crash course on proofs of plane geometry also needed.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! I'M DESPERATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3757566048504705316?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3757566048504705316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3757566048504705316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3757566048504705316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3757566048504705316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-is-finally-here-and-i-hope-all.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ5Ea90KktI/AAAAAAAAADs/NNG5_k2S2_8/s72-c/DSC00752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-4326883790482555304</id><published>2009-02-14T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:28:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun yesterday receiving and giving out presents. The most coincidental thing also happened. My mortal was Pauline, and she is also my ANGEL!! Received a whole lot of sweets and I think I will grow fat eating them... Total Defence act was very funny. The NCC people gave out flyers on Mas Selamat to act out the period at that time again. Than, they come down from the hall in the "combat mode" and had to stay squatting for the entire morning assembly. Round of applause to them however, it needs so much tolerance. Blodwen's birthday yesterday also and hope she had fun:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4326883790482555304?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4326883790482555304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4326883790482555304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4326883790482555304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4326883790482555304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-dayhad-great-fun.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6690295985933676177</id><published>2009-02-08T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:35:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bright and shine today. Geog test tmr and mugging very hard. Fun was yesterday and I wish that it would never end. The others may continue doing CIP again next week but I have to go for the leadership course. Flag day was for Glory Centre Community Service Association. We spent 1 hour travelling to Aljunied and did flag day there. when Jo Ann and I saw the Singapore Pools nearby, we rushed there and the others were like erm~. But as we were standing outside, we haad the whole "I am in Geylang" kind of feel. So in the end we decided to stand at the corridor to get donations for the organisation. at the end of half an hour, Zul was so bored that he sms-ed and asked what time to go. In the end, we left half an hour later and Ryofred bought bubble tea and we &lt;em&gt;coped&lt;/em&gt; a bit here and there. Than we left and went back to amk to makan. Lame jokes were cracked and we had fun playing pranks on Teck Chye. He slept in the train and the cheeky few of us dropped at Bradell. He was shocked and continued his journey with Syazwan who ran back in. When we took the next train and arrived at amk, Teck Chye was again sleeping. Was he so tired? After makan, we had no way to go and decided to shop for a while and go to the library and pass time. Anyway, we had a great time yesterday:] &lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is just 6 days away! It will also be the day I officially get my award for the UNAS Gold Series. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6690295985933676177?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6690295985933676177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6690295985933676177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6690295985933676177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6690295985933676177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/02/bright-and-shine-today.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-541093069154238835</id><published>2009-01-29T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:58:02.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIHI!I'm back early today XD&lt;br /&gt;Great news came early in the morning...... WE ALL GOT THE UNAS GOLD SERIES AWARD!!! All of us were super high early in the morning and already have a date for Valentine's. We are going to officially recieve the award next next Saturday! Happy happy happy:] Great job to all the councillors who participate.&lt;br /&gt;The pile of homework that the teachers gave &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; CNY holiday is like soooo much more. I wonder how we can finish them. Well, I'm not wasting my time but amm actually taking a break with half the my work done, although there are many blanks here and there. &lt;br /&gt;So many tests next week.&lt;br /&gt;MON: SS SBQ on Iraq and Kuwait War&lt;br /&gt;TUE: Chem SPA test that we cannot bring home this time&lt;br /&gt;WED: Maths Linear Law test + Geog presentation which I don't know what to say + Chem theory test on Speed of Reaction&lt;br /&gt;Clear on Thursday and Friday but THERE ARE STILL SO MANY THINGS TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now and trying hard to clear the other half of homework.&lt;br /&gt;BYE:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-541093069154238835?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/541093069154238835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=541093069154238835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/541093069154238835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/541093069154238835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/hihiim-back-early-today-xd-great-news.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4680962334822538127</id><published>2009-01-25T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:19:24.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXxlldgzE9I/AAAAAAAAABs/CUvRIx_8pL0/s1600-h/Strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXxlldgzE9I/AAAAAAAAABs/CUvRIx_8pL0/s320/Strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295218956132619218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry~ I so want to eat them&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Free time now:] Homework pile is sooooo thick!!! And I'm glad that I've finished half. Maths and English left but I'm so lazy to do it. No choice to do it over the 2 day break. Going &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang-pow&lt;/span&gt; collecting tomorrow and I'm loving it&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;CNY concert last Friday was considered a success. A BIG THANK YOU to all the performers. Great job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Finished shopping for New year clothing. Pictures on CNY will come sometime next week&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4680962334822538127?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4680962334822538127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4680962334822538127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4680962334822538127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4680962334822538127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/strawberry-i-so-want-to-eat-them3-free.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/SXxlldgzE9I/AAAAAAAAABs/CUvRIx_8pL0/s72-c/Strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-5054799563365045736</id><published>2009-01-22T20:56:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:17:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pics since I have time now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhtXbjdLVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YJjZyp4_p7k/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhtXbjdLVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YJjZyp4_p7k/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294101611274906962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXht4OmpXPI/AAAAAAAAABE/NxQogHtmMsU/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXht4OmpXPI/AAAAAAAAABE/NxQogHtmMsU/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294102174734310642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhuyJejmKI/AAAAAAAAABM/sycxNy9XwGQ/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhuyJejmKI/AAAAAAAAABM/sycxNy9XwGQ/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294103169790613666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful Flowers of Cameron Highlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhvp_DsT6I/AAAAAAAAABU/4zaTibVM0A0/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhvp_DsT6I/AAAAAAAAABU/4zaTibVM0A0/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294104129066258338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhwPmgwkGI/AAAAAAAAABc/cOguQ6C_OCo/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhwPmgwkGI/AAAAAAAAABc/cOguQ6C_OCo/s320/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294104775312314466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFgBMJk83I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hVgwjuokAXg/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFgBMJk83I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hVgwjuokAXg/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296620210321945458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFh_PMMdkI/AAAAAAAAACM/zncWVOBBoI8/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFh_PMMdkI/AAAAAAAAACM/zncWVOBBoI8/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296622375801747010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFhaM1XpGI/AAAAAAAAACE/nt29nCdC1kk/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFhaM1XpGI/AAAAAAAAACE/nt29nCdC1kk/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296621739513980002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFhZ8s0pxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mOCvgQh-RYw/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFhZ8s0pxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mOCvgQh-RYw/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296621735183165202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-3IcTUeTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u5to5VpeQkY/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-3IcTUeTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u5to5VpeQkY/s320/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305160241729796402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-4PJ7aXAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A3Gb7xFsNOc/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-4PJ7aXAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A3Gb7xFsNOc/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305161456568392706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Family XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFmcF2CSOI/AAAAAAAAACc/0P_TxZIS3k0/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFmcF2CSOI/AAAAAAAAACc/0P_TxZIS3k0/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296627269555603682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFmb3DgRDI/AAAAAAAAACU/AVsU3OePOyM/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFmb3DgRDI/AAAAAAAAACU/AVsU3OePOyM/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296627265585562674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFnWX3hKTI/AAAAAAAAACk/eyMFBP0MKv4/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFnWX3hKTI/AAAAAAAAACk/eyMFBP0MKv4/s320/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296628270826072370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFoBPenq8I/AAAAAAAAACs/XjN1qUnsB-E/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFoBPenq8I/AAAAAAAAACs/XjN1qUnsB-E/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296629007308532674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFowmwa6sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3rToHkO3Vy4/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFowmwa6sI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3rToHkO3Vy4/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296629821011061442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFpV6EhweI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rS53Wwp23G8/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFpV6EhweI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rS53Wwp23G8/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296630461850829282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Strawberry Farm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFqyDhIZyI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICLEejaHCQA/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFqyDhIZyI/AAAAAAAAADM/ICLEejaHCQA/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296632044934686498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFqBB-sZII/AAAAAAAAADE/ElaI5p-tsI4/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFqBB-sZII/AAAAAAAAADE/ElaI5p-tsI4/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296631202708219010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strawberry ceromony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFrcpxeKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sxqTDUjjmU/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFrcpxeKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/5sxqTDUjjmU/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296632776758274514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFsdG0Y-sI/AAAAAAAAADc/AjVG8TGImVQ/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SYFsdG0Y-sI/AAAAAAAAADc/AjVG8TGImVQ/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296633884066773698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-y_5Wtx9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/HSBVq3TvwK4/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-y_5Wtx9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/HSBVq3TvwK4/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305155696863332306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-zrxf_fEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X6fGUXR2zzk/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-zrxf_fEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X6fGUXR2zzk/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305156450669001794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-0eCi1t_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gLthSzyycYI/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-0eCi1t_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gLthSzyycYI/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305157314237806578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;And the strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-1LPHXs9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qpe_f-OPU2Q/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-1LPHXs9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qpe_f-OPU2Q/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305158090706367442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-13c0XfpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gHP58dlqVC4/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SZ-13c0XfpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gHP58dlqVC4/s320/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305158850299002514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we had fun:] &lt;br /&gt;The miracle of the holidays even if it was just somewhere near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5054799563365045736?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5054799563365045736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5054799563365045736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5054799563365045736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5054799563365045736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-since-i-have-time-now-xd-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/SXhtXbjdLVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YJjZyp4_p7k/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-1681450603272395310</id><published>2009-01-22T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:54:26.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling super fidgety today and I don't know why. Maybe its the weather but who cares? Only 2 lessons to go for tomorrow and thank god its slack time. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that:&lt;br /&gt;1. CNY concert will be a success&lt;br /&gt;2. there will be no homework for CNY break (&lt;em&gt;yes ah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. I still have enough money to buy clothes, etc&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for CNY and cannot stay here for long. "Super fidgety" remember?&lt;br /&gt;Pics of hols will come soon (must be defined:]).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1681450603272395310?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1681450603272395310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1681450603272395310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1681450603272395310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1681450603272395310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-super-fidgety-today-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-2047798464238806549</id><published>2009-01-21T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:51:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joke of the day: "Er, how do we address her huh? Amy or Ang?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;keeps on laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a dose of bio lesson with Mr Chan today on Genetics. It is just simply fascinating what is actually going on in our body, the DNA and all that. During the short extra lesson, Phyllis and I were like "what is this and that?" I think Mr Chan was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err.&lt;/span&gt; Thank god I chose to do geog instead. If not I think I will go hay-wire studying bio. &lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT NEWS!!!! NO EXTRA LESSONS TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, you heard me right. I can go home at 1.10 tomorrow. If you are like "sian, I also want to go home early", its okay. I will have extra lessons on week 8 instead. So makes no diff right?&lt;br /&gt;Finally cleared my Mt. Everest worth of homework but need to start studying for tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zuo wen&lt;/span&gt;. Going back to the sian mode now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-2047798464238806549?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2047798464238806549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=2047798464238806549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2047798464238806549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2047798464238806549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/joke-of-day-er-how-do-we-address-her.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6678920052847430081</id><published>2009-01-20T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:26:19.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here today again. First day of extra lesson and I am freaking tired. Mr Chye did not come for extra lesson and we all went "YES!". We had PE today and wow, it was suuuuuper tiring. Ms Ho made us run round the school 3 times in groups and guess what, I was running with Phyllis and Cheng(+Jo Ann and Jia Xin and Si Ying). I so respect the netballers now. To think that they ran 3 rounds outside school everyday before their match. 2+half rounds and I already cannot make it. Thanks to their support, we managed to finish it, not very close, but still together. Had chem prac also. The experiment was so cool. It was like the solution changing right before your eyes. The colour of the solution was a very nice &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;opal&lt;/span&gt; colour. In the end the thing turned very white and it looked like milk-.-&lt;br /&gt;China people coming tomorrow and I hope the ASAs will do the school proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*silently rooting for them.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6678920052847430081?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6678920052847430081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6678920052847430081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6678920052847430081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6678920052847430081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-here-today-again.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-887598180128193596</id><published>2009-01-19T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:31:08.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day at school. I felt that most of the teachers are quite cranky today. Evidence? Here's some:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr Leow came in first thing in the morning and collected fines for un-handed homework.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mrs Ang came in and was so pissed that little people had their ready.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Chye came in and started screaming at those who did not hand in Linear Law 1.&lt;br /&gt;Scary teachers came in today. Maybe its because of Monday blues:[&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shopping was lots of fun yesterday. We went all over Suntec City to day CNY shopping. Although I just bought one shirt, I had a great day spending quality time with my family. Shopping Spree continues on Friday after CNY celebrations in school and we can shop till our legs drop for the men will not be around. I guess the ladies  likes to shop while the men enjoys spending some "men time" at the cafe, or something. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a skirt at Khatib the other day and fell in love with it. It costs $25. Somebody pls tell me the price is reasonable. Or I will feel guilty buying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-887598180128193596?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/887598180128193596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=887598180128193596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/887598180128193596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/887598180128193596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-at-school.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-8596817664950592084</id><published>2009-01-17T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:42:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post today to summarise my week.&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of homework over the weekend but better than last. One maths revision paper and plane geometry worksheet. And I managed to catch up with my work:] But this weekend, I am kept busy because of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shishilianzhong&lt;/span&gt; as their pupils are coming over next wed. At least the school is giving 1 week to prepare as compared to the 2 days to get ready for sec 1 orientation. Still, its driving me crazy. SO MUCH WORK YET SO LITTLE TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Doing my short write-up on the places of interest(of the school) now. I am so desperately in need of help. &lt;br /&gt;No dance on Mon if that is one good thing to rejoice. That means more time for homework &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; revision &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; China people.&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping with her tmr for CNY clothes. And SHE'S BACK!!! How much I missed her for the last six months.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for CNY. At least I have a break to look forward to:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-8596817664950592084?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8596817664950592084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=8596817664950592084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8596817664950592084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8596817664950592084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-post-today-to-summarise-my-week.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7401954224626333435</id><published>2009-01-10T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:54:03.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week one of Sec 4. Tiring but rewarding. Our lovely teachers decided that its homework time since the weekends are here. A list of my homework which seems never ending:&lt;br /&gt;1. English Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yan jiang ci&lt;/span&gt; draft&lt;br /&gt;3. Maths Linear Law worksheet plus Emaths revision paper&lt;br /&gt;4. Chem TYS due 1 mth later&lt;br /&gt;5. Physics workbook vol 1 dunno how many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANY &lt;/span&gt;pages&lt;br /&gt;6. History lesson package on I forgot which topic&lt;br /&gt;7. Geog 10 essays from portal.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the homework I only managed to finish like 3. The rest are left for tomorrow before school starts. English test on Mon also. AH!!!!! Sec 4 life is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 campfire last night. I heard it was nice and congrats to 1/2 who won:] Orietation for Sec 1s also officially ended last night. I'm sure I'll miss 1/5 now. There were times where there drove me to boiling point but we too had happy times together. I love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I have not blogged about my holiday in Malaysia. Well, it was damn fun there. We walked in the clouds in the Highlands, stayed in the hotel watching movie in the middle of the city and travelled back into time to see the Perenakans in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;action.&lt;/span&gt; Will show you the pictures when there is time to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love to nyonya kebayas now because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ittle Nyonya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The ending was fantastic. How I love the way the story goes. Chen Xi and Yueniang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are going to meet each other tomorrow at 9.55pm, Channel 8. Be sure to watch it:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7401954224626333435?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7401954224626333435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7401954224626333435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7401954224626333435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7401954224626333435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-one-of-sec-4.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-705164023511416970</id><published>2008-12-13T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:57:12.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday... My whole body is aching from the extra crazy dance practices. Most are having the after effects too. But we have yet to finish choreographing the SYF piece. Yesterday was horrible. After all the &lt;em&gt;ping zhuans&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;xia yaos &lt;/em&gt;on Thursday, we were close to dead. Leaving with no choice, all of us dragged ourselves out of bed and went for dance. Dance was still fun but super slack yesterday. Laoshi did choreograph and add on to our actions and so, from &lt;em&gt;sian &lt;/em&gt;we all became tired.&lt;br /&gt;Miss 6 Caring class gathering yesterday also. Got mass calls from ex-classmates but could not be there cause of "long dance practices from 9-4". Called Vivienne after dance and they ask me to go for dinner with them. Declined their offer as I had something else to attend to. TO 6 CARING, promise to appear next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-705164023511416970?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/705164023511416970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=705164023511416970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/705164023511416970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/705164023511416970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7984194622958753547</id><published>2008-12-10T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:58:08.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RAFFLES! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278097682178150338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/ST-R4JwKj8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/n8rx85hppYk/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278097675127315298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/ST-R3vfHW2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AuaKp-RxRHU/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped back into civilisation for 5 days already and the first time I'm back here touching he com. Long post today to cover the 5 days lost in Pulau Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBS DAY 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Si Ying and Jo Ann for breakfast at macs. Our 'last good meal' before we are sent back to basics. SY's trip to Japan was filled with fun and laughter, just wish I was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS grouping with 7 other Andersonians and joined people from Chua Chu Kang Sec. Started the week simple with introductions and 1 ground rule: to respect others. Did little that day, store checking and had an introduction on kayaking. Than, we packed our bags, prepared for land expedition. In the evening, we pitched our tents and had rice and beans for dinner before lights out. Couldn't sleep that night due to the cold winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBS DAY 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waken up by the boys who flashed their touches into our tents. Tied up the loose ends and went for a lesson on belaying. For practice, I belayed Jia Lun and Ariz had to anchor me down. Thanks man. If not I think I would be flying to I don't know where. After the lesson, we grabbed our bags and started our 1.5km walk to camp 2. The walk was horrible, with the heavy bags filled with canned food and all. Thank God for sensitive guys who helped us carry the tents:] Arrived at camp 2 with a surprise. The canteen uncle cooked our food:D We all filled our stomachs with the piping hot food grateful for the wonderful surprised. Went on to another activity, the Indiana Rope Climbing Challenge. Great heights that require great courage to overcome. Dinner at the canteen again. We than pitch our tents and went to bed in the wilderness after a hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBS DAY 3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of us being attacked by dogs woke us all from sleep. We all thought that someone was attacked by the dogs and were relived to see that no one was hurt. Turned out that the dogs did not attacked us but instead had their eyes on the food we left in the open. After we had breakfast, we set off and started our land expedition. Leading in groups of four, I was together with Arvind, SY and Jia Lun. After a few obstacles here and there, (Arvind had a spider crawling up his leg and SY had met a spider right in her face) we managed to led the group to the second checkpoint. After that, the four of us were super high and started telling stupid jokes that kept the group alive. When we finally reached the road to our campsite for the night, we managed to over take the group before us, reaching the campsite way before they did. Even our instructor Naf was shocked. The heavy loads were thrown of our shoulders and we gave each other a wonderful massage that no money can buy. Keep the first watch at night at Jelutong to make sure no stray dogs what-so-ever came to disturb the tents and food. The night was followed by a powder bath in the tent and undisturbed rest to get ready for a whole day of kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBS DAY 4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished our breakfast in the dark and loaded our bags on the instructors' boat. Apply lots of sunblock in name of sun protection. We than set off under Chii Meng's lead into the mangrove. the journey in the mangrove was sure enjoyable. got lost here and there but we managed to reach the sea safely. We had a couple of mud fights here and there, saw the mudskippers coming out into the sun and rolled ourselves in the mud. We all had a great deal of fun. It was when we reached the sea when things started to look less bright. The current was against us and we had a hard time heading back to camp 1. When we eventually arrived, we held a mass capsize session and life was brought back into us. The best part has yet to come. We were washing all the kayaks when the rain came. After washing, we danced in the rain with the instructors and had a debrief, paying tribute to the four sea expedition leaders and us-WE, complete the circle. Later at night, we had buffet for dinner. All the canned foods were cooked and a scrumptious meal was prepared. We cleared the store and prepared the tents for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OBS DAY 5:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things come to an end. The ferry would be there to fetch us back sooner than we expect. We exchanged our contacts and sealed our commitments, graduated each other and bade farewell. We promised to meet each other soon enough, just the 17 of us, from watch Raffles 1-5 Dec 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Short:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Pulau Ubin, I forged new friendships that will never be broken, learnt lessons the textbooks never teach and also had a great deal of fun with 'strangers' who turned out to be friends who know me inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7984194622958753547?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7984194622958753547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7984194622958753547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7984194622958753547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7984194622958753547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/stepped-back-into-civilisation-for-5.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/ST-R4JwKj8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/n8rx85hppYk/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-4520101187118949915</id><published>2008-11-30T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:51:15.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super short post just to say bye...&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished packing for OBS tomorrow. The bag is super big and heavy. And must we bring sleeping bag?! Blog going to be quiet for five days. Looking forward to OBS tomorrow:]&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgotten about dance tee design and will hand it in the following week. Sorry Yanjun, and Xiaobai, and Blodwen. But happy dancing to all dancers, I know you will have fun:D&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, bye, zaijian, sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4520101187118949915?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4520101187118949915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4520101187118949915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4520101187118949915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4520101187118949915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-short-post-just-to-say-bye.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4146882983783022430</id><published>2008-11-20T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:49:30.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling like an overstretched rubber band right now.&lt;br /&gt;Dance ended 3 hours and 37 mins ago and it feels great now, after dinner, after shower.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;sings 'I feel good' song*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did extra &lt;em&gt;hiong &lt;/em&gt;things today. All the &lt;em&gt;ban, &lt;/em&gt;the &lt;em&gt;kong zhi, &lt;/em&gt;and the &lt;em&gt;yaos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! &lt;em&gt;Liang Lao &lt;/em&gt;Shi practically sat on me to help me stretch. I regret sitting in the center. Joann and I came to a conclusion that the center people is always the 'demonstrators' and we will not sit in the center tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Perspire like crazy today. One month's worth of &lt;em&gt;jibengong &lt;/em&gt;and I will be slim and fit:]&lt;br /&gt;Like Tuesday, dance was fun:] Another happy day at dance today:]&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fun, I have like tonnes of council minutes to do and send. AHHHHHHH! I have to get an attendence book also.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly started on hols hw. Finished studying history of next year's exam and ammonia worksheet only. Finally found out where in the world to find maths worksheet and I will print and do tomorrow:]&lt;br /&gt;I am slacking and will now go back to work. *&lt;em&gt;seriously working on the com*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4146882983783022430?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4146882983783022430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4146882983783022430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4146882983783022430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4146882983783022430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-feeling-like-overstretched-rubber.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3776073073394712681</id><published>2008-11-19T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:11:54.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ellos:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired yesterday that I did not have the energy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Dance yesterday was crazy, fun and tedious. Can't imagine that all of our &lt;em&gt;jibengong&lt;/em&gt; needs to start from scratch but it was rather fun:] Sought of like playing during the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;We did turns yesterday. The slow-mo one was ok. The minute tempo was increased, all of us had dizzy spells.&lt;br /&gt;SYF started too. the moves were easy but I couldn't catch them initially. That leaves me to work hard at home than...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3776073073394712681?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3776073073394712681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3776073073394712681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3776073073394712681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3776073073394712681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/ellos-im-so-tired-yesterday-that-i-did.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4357309285056268825</id><published>2008-11-17T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:22:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny people existing today. Why impose people to create hard feelings? It is like so obvious that its not the real &lt;em&gt;joann &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;cherlyn&lt;/em&gt;. Continue anyway. Its really nice to see the tagboard alive:]&lt;br /&gt;A great Monday morning and I started it on the wrong note because of some people. Doesn't really matter. In this case, I can spend the rest of the week thinking about the irritating &lt;em&gt;pests &lt;/em&gt;who left their 'names'. Aren't you honoured?&lt;br /&gt;Dance tomorrow:] Instructor finally coming. Can't wait to see the kind of dance she choreographing.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially getting fat from all the &lt;em&gt;rubbish &lt;/em&gt;I am eating. The run is awaiting. The fats must go away  before the holiday ends!!!! I can't wait. To fats: I HATE YOU. SO SHOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-4357309285056268825?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4357309285056268825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4357309285056268825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4357309285056268825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4357309285056268825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-people-existing-today.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-3209330701047703037</id><published>2008-11-12T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:17:57.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A burning question within me: Is it that I don't want to talk to her or I am afraid of communicating with her?&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet yesterday and I decided not to go. I felt that the chalet was there only &lt;em&gt;for show &lt;/em&gt;and there is no point going. Xin lin ask if I went and I said no. The reason, there are &lt;em&gt;people &lt;/em&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole 'spamming season' thing, I feel free right now. One of the persons called and apologised. I forgave her as I felt at the very least she admitted that her comments indeed were harsh. But the rest? I don't know. Perhaps they still feel that I'm like they think. I don't care. Its my appearance and who I am that defines me. Than again, I feel the need to thank them for keeping my tagboard alive for 3 whole days. THANKS A MILLION:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-3209330701047703037?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3209330701047703037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=3209330701047703037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3209330701047703037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/3209330701047703037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/burning-question-within-me-is-it-that-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-2921941635830553007</id><published>2008-11-10T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:18:57.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot but its better late than never:]&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;mgfkln-- Hi! You are?&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis-- Hey Phyllis:] Thanks again. I'm sure these people really have nothing better to do and I will not be bothered by them.&lt;br /&gt;jkl-- Hi! But you are?&lt;br /&gt;passerby-- Thanks for the encouragement. It really makes me feel alot better:]&lt;br /&gt;Jiaxin-- Hi hi:] And I agree. HSM rocks&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-2921941635830553007?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2921941635830553007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=2921941635830553007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2921941635830553007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2921941635830553007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-forgot-but-its-better-late-than-never.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-768816389856193479</id><published>2008-11-10T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:12:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day lazing at home.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished 1 out of the many books in the library. "The Goldsmith's Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;Its is about the sad story of a young girl whose life was 'predicted' by the priests to be &lt;em&gt;ill-fated.&lt;/em&gt; The heart of her brother was dug out and sacrificed to the sun which was told that it could not rise without '&lt;em&gt;blood petrol&lt;/em&gt;'. &lt;em&gt;Ewww&lt;/em&gt;. She also fell in love with a Spanish guy whose country invaded hers. In the end, she proved the priests and the gods wrong when she eventually saw snrise with her lover. Isn't it sweet?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still debating with myself if I should go to 3/5's class chalet. It seems as though there is no point since I'm not staying overnight and the chalet is so far away in Changi Fairy Point. I heard that many are not going and don't know if I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-768816389856193479?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/768816389856193479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=768816389856193479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/768816389856193479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/768816389856193479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day-lazing-at-home.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1668981211860089113</id><published>2008-11-06T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:09:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absolutely nothing to do and dug put all the drama series to watch. I found back my long lost love to tv too. It was my first love&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 soundtrack is out now!!! I intend to buy it next week. A bit tight nowadays which tells me I need proper planning for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;The hoildays' hoilday arrived finally with no more extra lessons but dance. But nevertheless, its the time to playeeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick early in the morning and did not go for lessons today. In the end, I spent the whole day at home watching tv, playing com, blogging, sleeping... (&lt;em&gt;the list goes on) &lt;/em&gt;Guilty as charged:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1668981211860089113?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1668981211860089113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1668981211860089113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1668981211860089113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1668981211860089113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-absolutely-nothing-to-do-and-dug.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-8193340012524018453</id><published>2008-10-31T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:10:06.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, to all those who supported me, tag or no tag, thank you. Special thanks to joann, siying, phyllis, ngjiaxin, xiaobai, yanjun and family-- Thank you for the words that encouraged me:] Words taken and left deeply attached in my heart&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Busy day today. Chem SPA in the morning and it was &lt;em&gt;erm... &lt;/em&gt;ok. Lucky the indicator used was methyl orange cause the rest I couldn't remember the colour change. &lt;em&gt;*feels ashamed* &lt;/em&gt;First time I managed to not screw mole.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson was over-loaded. Got not enough memory to store everything. Countdown to Chi O lvls in 5,4,3,2,1 days from tmr... And than its free time:D&lt;br /&gt;New dance instructor came=&lt;em&gt;chionging &lt;/em&gt;for SYF starting soon. I think it will be fun. But if it is too many times a week, I don't think I can go:[&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 is super nice and its a MUST WATCH!!! 5 stars for the songs, 3 for the storyline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-8193340012524018453?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8193340012524018453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=8193340012524018453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8193340012524018453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8193340012524018453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-to-all-those-who-supported-me-tag.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6674882247618918305</id><published>2008-10-27T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:06:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If one is afraid of another, he or she will definitely not say out their name. Perhaps this is what we call 做贼心虚. If there isn't something wrong with my blog, I'm sure there is nothing that states about me hating anyone or anything. Not putting ones name on the Internet is purely for the sake of privacy and safety. It is just like changing clothes at home. You don't change with your windows open and curtains drawn up I'm sure. There are millions of people in the world and if I am bothered by everything everyone says than won't I be super busy? It doesn't matter to me what you say. Most importantly, I'm not hurt by what is being stated in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tag board&lt;/span&gt; and to me, responsible people do not post irresponsible stuff on others blogs. To put it simpler, this people are v&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6674882247618918305?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6674882247618918305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6674882247618918305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6674882247618918305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6674882247618918305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-one-is-afraid-of-another-he-or-she.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7660043374631737748</id><published>2008-10-21T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:05:02.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all my taggers: Hi:]:]:]&lt;br /&gt;我... 今天超没心情的。蓝天不蓝，白云不白。我一天的世界是黑白无色的。&lt;br /&gt;我... 昨天遇见了他。他过得很好，看起来非常愉快。看来，今天我该对他死心了。我的脑海一片空白。我不知道该做什么才是对的...&lt;br /&gt;我... 今天了解了色盲的苦，不能尝到任何味道的苦，对一切麻木无情的苦。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7660043374631737748?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7660043374631737748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7660043374631737748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7660043374631737748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7660043374631737748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-all-my-taggers-hi.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6544198885453463227</id><published>2008-10-14T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:06:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiring is the only adjective for the day. 4 hours of maths was killer. Up till now I still have all the Remainder Theorem etc in my head. According to Mrs Sin, &lt;em&gt;a theory is something yet to be proven but a theorem is something that is proven... &lt;/em&gt;But seriously, it doesn't makes much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had Chem extra hands-on session for SPA. In the middle of the &lt;em&gt;hands-on&lt;/em&gt;(which me, siying, joann and chengling were playing throughout the whole session), I grew tired of the lab and asked Mr Leow if we could go. Guess what. He actually said that we could go home by &lt;em&gt;default! &lt;/em&gt;Than he annouced to the class that those acessed by him could go home. Me, joann and siying were the first ones to leave and the others were giving us the &lt;em&gt;wth &lt;/em&gt;look.&lt;br /&gt;Visit to polyclinic was super funny. By right, students below 16 are supposed to go for the screening with their parents. I was lucky when I told the doctor that I wasn't told about it and they decided to let me continue with the screening. Sad to say, the others behind me were forced to see the doctors only with their parents presence. Aren't I just one lucky girl:P&lt;br /&gt;Lessons resumes tomorrow together with dance, just as I was going to finally adapt to the whole holiday mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6544198885453463227?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6544198885453463227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6544198885453463227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6544198885453463227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6544198885453463227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiring-is-only-adjective-for-day.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-4249257523666986224</id><published>2008-10-13T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:14:31.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SPK8GBEr_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ARBbZ2a7U3k/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256470526648123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71xjDClSr6U/SPK8GBEr_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ARBbZ2a7U3k/s320/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hamilton!!&lt;/div&gt;This is a photo I did yesterday after being bugged by my Hamilton fanatic brother. Well, part of me did it willingly cause I too like him:p His is just too cool:D Did this after I blogged yesterday at like 12+am and just did not have the mind to share it yesterday. Nevertheless, I sharing it today. Doesn't makes much of a difference, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from council photo taking today and reminded myself that it is &lt;em&gt;very important &lt;/em&gt;to finish my UN thing asap. Photo taking was fun though we went specially to school just to take 3 photos. The camera man was funny and we all had a great time. We were told that it would appear on the year-book next year but all of us wants it for our own. I saw the pictures and they look fantastic! Sylvia's going to ask Ms Sham if we can buy it like the way we bought our class photos. So hope that we can:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3673831332225466306-4249257523666986224?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4249257523666986224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=4249257523666986224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4249257523666986224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/4249257523666986224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/hamilton-this-is-photo-i-did-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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/_71xjDClSr6U/SPK8GBEr_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ARBbZ2a7U3k/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673831332225466306.post-641030131574695646</id><published>2008-10-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:28:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught the Grand Prix in Japan on telecast today. Wow I tell you. The racers are just fantastic. Alonso got first again and Lewis Hamilton did not do well today. He got to a bad start where he was hit by Massa while trying to overtake him and could only watch the others go pass him. Anyway, managing to overtake a few cars in the end was definitely a accomplishment in the end. Though he did not get any points in this race, he is still in the led and hopefully can win the Grand Prix championship in the next two races in China and Brazil. &lt;em&gt;Go Hamilton!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-641030131574695646?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/641030131574695646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=641030131574695646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/641030131574695646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/641030131574695646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/caught-grand-prix-in-japan-on-telecast.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7075954539228661878</id><published>2008-10-11T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:52:17.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... I was lazy to go to the polyclinic yesterday and ended up staying at home all day.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I decided that it was no longer &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; staying at home and I decided to go out to the playground to &lt;em&gt;snatch &lt;/em&gt;the swing from the younger ones. Can't blame me. I'm kind of young at heart you see :p The swing is so popular that every time you reach there, both are taken by someone. Blame the society. I remembered clearly that in the days of my childhood, I would often be swinging from one end to another, welcoming the breeze with my &lt;em&gt;open face&lt;/em&gt;. All is lost now and a once so common swing now becomes a highly valued &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;possession &lt;/em&gt;even if it was only for a few minutes&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Well, that is if you mananged to snatch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7075954539228661878?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7075954539228661878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7075954539228661878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7075954539228661878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7075954539228661878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-6617845840620112548</id><published>2008-10-09T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:00:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! I'm bored and I decided to blog...&lt;br /&gt;The day is bright and the sky is dark~ Oh who am I kidding? Isn't it like obvious...&lt;br /&gt;But, there is something slightly abnormal about the weather this morning. It was super misty and made me feel that it was &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;day to be at home slaking since exams are over (though I just took the mock O' level Chinese paper today).&lt;br /&gt;I think is the aftermath of exams. Now that I'm finally freed of all the maths and science and everything, I have a sudden loss in my sense of direction. Its like I have nothing to do and I'm like staying at home and staring into the 'ever-changing' space. Wow, that's space. You see what I mean? Not only am I a bit&lt;em&gt; cuckoo &lt;/em&gt;in the head, I am starting to GET FAT!!! I seriously not to get up and start moving.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the polyclinic tomorrow to get the doctor to&lt;em&gt; certify me fit &lt;/em&gt;for OBS:] So excited. I heard that OBS is really fun though you will be dead tired after you get back. But than again, &lt;em&gt;no pain no gain. &lt;/em&gt;I'm willing to give up my sleep for all the fun. Besides, what fun is it to get &lt;em&gt;beauty sleep &lt;/em&gt;all day? Don't people get bored after like sleeping for so long? I don't know about others but I definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the constant drilling of work, words and more information during the exam period, I decided to not waste my time and &lt;em&gt;start on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNAS&lt;/span&gt; thing!&lt;/em&gt; "Commission on Sustainable Development (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSD&lt;/span&gt;) encouraged further work on indicators for sustainable development by countries, in line with their specific conditions and priorities." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;, what in the UN world is it talking about? Never mind. &lt;em&gt;I will try again tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-6617845840620112548?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6617845840620112548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=6617845840620112548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6617845840620112548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/6617845840620112548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-im-bored-and-i-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-2442155493446262914</id><published>2008-10-07T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:36:09.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Its the last day of exams:] For me that is. Still, there are the bio people who need to continue to 加油!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the best to the &lt;em&gt;Bio People! &lt;/em&gt;加油加油加油!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be an idiot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; you guys early in the morning to wish you good luck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots to update.&lt;br /&gt;First, my exams conditions.&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned, exams are finally over. I still can't believe that I managed to 熬过 this two weeks. It was like torture but I believe that the hard work will pay of in future. 我不是神, 我也是人。There are still many test that I'm not confident of. For example, chem, a maths and also social studies. But! I'm sure it will all work out and 明天会更好! I'm so happy today as today is the &lt;em&gt;first &lt;/em&gt;time I completed my history full paper. I'm so proud of myself and &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, the result will be as I wish for:]&lt;br /&gt;Second, my new fishes.&lt;br /&gt;Our 又胖又可爱的goldfish could not survive the sudden change in temperature last week. So, we decided to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qianhu&lt;/span&gt; to find new residents for our fish tank. When we were there, we saw many &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;fishes. The bumblebee like parrot fish, the majestic like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arowana&lt;/span&gt;, the lively goldfish, the longevity tortoise, the all eating &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;fishes. I was told that the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;fishes were so good at 'cleaning' that they are able to eat all the dead cells on your feet leaving it clean and smooth. In the end, we decided on the ever vibrant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt;. After we decided, we got a guy to help us. He was so friendly and not to mention good-looking that I almost did not want to leave. Anyway, that's besides the point. When we got the fishes and went home(I'm thankful for technology especially at times when we are at the &lt;em&gt;rural parts&lt;/em&gt; of Singapore), we realised that one of the fishes that we bought actually belong to the fairy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; species. It was said that a full-grown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; of this species would cost up to $10000! We are just so lucky. But, we will never give it away as it looks exactly like one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; gods called 太上老君:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, third, third... I think there's no more :p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that exams are over and my life still goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-2442155493446262914?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2442155493446262914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=2442155493446262914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2442155493446262914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/2442155493446262914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-its-last-day-of-exams-for-me-that.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1282081829949783242</id><published>2008-09-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:04:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired! Couldn't sleep last night because of the &lt;em&gt;horri-gi-ble &lt;/em&gt;temperature. Its just too warm. Good thing is that Ms Kam didn't came today and I had time to take a breakout of the &lt;em&gt;busy-ness. &lt;/em&gt;The sky is blue and life goes on. I have no choice but to force myself out of bed every morning, preparing for a brand new start. Revision is &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;  done and I intend to make notes for topics like Social Studies and History.&lt;br /&gt;I made my IC today! In one month's time, I'll be holding my&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pink Singapore IC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and I'm proud of it. Just like the way I am pround of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Someone found out about my &lt;em&gt;dark secret &lt;/em&gt;today. But I don't mind... Besides, when are secrets in the world nowadays kept as a secret? Hardly can secrets be kept unknown and mysterious today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1282081829949783242?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1282081829949783242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1282081829949783242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1282081829949783242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1282081829949783242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-tired-couldnt-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7528887183550566057</id><published>2008-09-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:15:43.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's my day! Happy Birthday to Me!:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you all for the birthday wishes from the bottom of my heart&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm waiting for my cake. Bought it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bengawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo&lt;/span&gt;. the cake is super pretty and I feel it reflects quite a lot of me... Don't misinterpret. I'm not saying I look like the cake but I kind of like the feeling that you think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;:] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a great day and I received loads of presents too...&lt;br /&gt;One year older today and I feel that I now must too think differently. To me, each year you grow, you should reflect on the past year and think of ways to improve your life. That way, life would be more meaningful. Today, I set targets for the last of 2008 and 2009 till 13 Sept again. I will try hard and study hard for the year end exams. I will do my best in everything I do, be it projects or homework or even things out of school. I will also try my best to be more sensitive to the people around me. After all, I do not wish to be hurt and can't do the same to other.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baobeis &lt;/span&gt;today and wish that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; will continue to grow without clustering~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7528887183550566057?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7528887183550566057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7528887183550566057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7528887183550566057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7528887183550566057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-my-day-happy-birthday-to-me-thank.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-7886592326907437912</id><published>2008-09-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:43:23.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the best to the Higher Malay pupils taking test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish tomorrow will come faster. I was surprised this morning when &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; gave me my birthday present. It is a teddy bear of the size of a baby. Its just so cute~ I was very happy because &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; actually remembered my birthday. To me, guys are usually the ones who will definitely forget 'important dates' like tomorrow :P. What was most touching was the fact that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; purposely took the same train as me in which I take everyday just to give me my present. I was very happy indeed. However, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; didn't seem happy when I saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; this morning... And I wonder why. Anyway, I managed to finish all my physics homework in school! So, when I came back home, I realised that I do not have any homework today. This leaves me the entire weekend to revise for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I need to do the crystal log book as well. Speaking of which, our &lt;em&gt;baobeis&lt;/em&gt; grew a lot today. We were so happy and excited. However, one of the other groups HUGE crystal dissolved tremendously and we are sad about it. (&lt;em&gt;One minute of silence please&lt;/em&gt;) We will not be in school for the weekend and we sincerely hope that our &lt;em&gt;baobeis&lt;/em&gt; do not dissolve or cluster. &lt;em&gt;Fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;. After school, I went to Causeway to get m phone repaired. The lady who served me was friendly and helpful. I forgot to get her name or I will definitely sign her up for GEMS. Later, on my way home, I met this guy who is most annoying. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; looked at the teddy bear I was holding and decided to guess that it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; my birthday and annoyed me in the most annoying way. I too decided to ignore &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and thank god someone called me on the phone. Assuming that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; had 'no chance', &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; finally went away and left me alone. When I reached home, I was too excited to study. I got a message from my cousin wishing me happy birthday. As a Virgo, I was naturally elated. NO one can blame me... I'm a 100% natural &lt;em&gt;perfectionist&lt;/em&gt;. Definitely no preservatives:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-7886592326907437912?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7886592326907437912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=7886592326907437912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7886592326907437912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/7886592326907437912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-best-to-higher-malay-pupils-taking.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-8477687693400337735</id><published>2008-09-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:05:39.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!~ Just 2 more days and I will officially be &lt;em&gt;fifteen:] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I blogged yesterday, I went to &lt;em&gt;challenge &lt;/em&gt;myself with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trigo&lt;/span&gt; 16 and let me tell you, I was 'mentally challenged'. It is just so difficult. This proves to show that I have more to work on... Especially maths. Anyway, that's not the main reason why I'm telling you about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trigo&lt;/span&gt; 16.&lt;br /&gt;Before going home from school, I clearly remembered bringing &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trigo&lt;/span&gt; 16 home to check my answers. However, when I opened my file and took mine out, I couldn't find &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;anywhere.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I started to panic and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;-ed him &lt;/em&gt;immediately. When &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;replied, I was like "Crap! Die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;." So, I photocopied the question paper for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, hoping that&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; could make used of the time before morning assembly to copy my answers. Little did I know that &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;did not actually copy my answers but, in fact, was looking through both our files to make sure that &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;wasn't there. After that, when I meet &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;during class, he seemed to be very excited about me losing &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;worksheet. I started to fell dubious and did a thorough through &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;file as I had a feeling that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was fooling me. However, when lessons officially started, &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;took out &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fool scrap&lt;/span&gt; pad and started copying the answers from the board. I think it is a habit of mine. I tend to turn to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; whenever I wanted to ask a maths question. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I did that and saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, I apologised about the 'mysterious paper that went missing'. Oh~ I'm so sorry... p.s p.s :P&lt;br /&gt;Today for history lesson, we had a crash course on chapters 2-4 (League of Nations, Treaty of Versailles, Russia and Germany) in like 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. At first, &lt;em&gt;Mr Teacher A &lt;/em&gt;thought he could not find the key to the humanities room and ask us to go back to class for lesson after we all climbed up 3 storeys. Than, after we went back to class, &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;came down to tell us that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; had found the key and thus we ran back upstairs for lesson. Amazingly, despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tremendous speed in which&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; was travelling through time, I manage to understand the entire lesson and I'm proud of it:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Similiarly for Social Studies, we managed to finish an entire &lt;em&gt;new &lt;/em&gt;chapter on diplomacy and deterrance with &lt;em&gt;Mr Teacher B &lt;/em&gt;in less than 40 mins! I enjoyed the way &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; teach and the jokes &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;shared with us. To me, it was not only plain listening, enjoying the fun and laughter, but also the motivation to study hard for the coming exams. &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; lesson was interacting and engaging too. I can't describe how much our class adores &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;lessons. &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;is one of the rare teachers where we would actually go looking for &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;when &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;does not appear in our class. Somehow, I just feel that I need to do well so that I will not feel sorry towards &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-8477687693400337735?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8477687693400337735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=8477687693400337735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8477687693400337735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/8477687693400337735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yay-just-2-more-days-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-5986923781873334737</id><published>2008-09-10T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:57:30.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun:] Especially physics lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we learnt about gas pressure where there was a rather '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;' motion involved, the &lt;em&gt;Brownian&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Motion&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, Brownian is jusat a guy's name. If I remember correctly, the Brownian Motion is the &lt;em&gt;random movement of smoke particles suspended in a liquid or gas or the mathematical model used to describe such random movements, otherwise known as the &lt;u&gt;kinetic particle theory.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I've just lectured on something I just learnt and noe I sound like an expert.&lt;br /&gt;Despite me sitting right at the back, 3/4 lesson not listening to Ms Kam, 3/4 lesson reading blog of varius people including Derrick Ho (Ah! He is just so cute!), I still managed to 'understand' whatever Ms Kam has been saying. That is the first 10 minutes of the lesson :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are coming and I really need to work harder for &lt;strong&gt;the last lap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I didn't get to see my &lt;em&gt;baobei &lt;/em&gt;crytals cause of the O level SPA. Hope they don't cluster together~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-5986923781873334737?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5986923781873334737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=5986923781873334737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5986923781873334737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/5986923781873334737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-fun-especially-physics-lesson.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</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-3673831332225466306.post-1440831038931267427</id><published>2008-09-01T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:53:30.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;经过一个繁忙的学期，终于有机会休息... 多希望每天都能一觉睡到天亮。好舒服的感觉:]&lt;br /&gt;突然想起一句话：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;可爱，是在一个人最无知时的行为。硬把可爱逼出来，“他”将变成恶心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得有一次出门逛街时， 我们为了亲戚的婚礼买衣服。弟弟突然把我们带到卖礼服的部门参观，一直指着那英俊潇洒的西装。顿时，我就觉得他好可爱。小时候的我也非常喜欢小礼服，只是一直没有勇气向父母提出。因此，我非常盼望着长大的一天。弟弟的那份“勇气" 让我重新认识了自己。&lt;br /&gt;在这个世界上，不要做出会后悔的事情。小时候没能穿上小礼服是我这辈子永远的遗憾。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3673831332225466306-1440831038931267427?l=thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1440831038931267427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3673831332225466306&amp;postID=1440831038931267427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1440831038931267427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3673831332225466306/posts/default/1440831038931267427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestaplebulletsmile.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15995802878569182946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
