<?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-6912810</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:11:08.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Avenue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iyyy</name><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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111452932620525073</id><published>2005-04-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:28:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I skipped softball training. It's not like I wanted to. I'm sorry my grades are not up to standard. I will try to work harder. I hope. I always feel sad nowadays because i feel guilty for donno wat reason. And I'm not even the emotional kind. Seriously. I have a habit of blocking my feelings, that's why you don't see much personality coming out from me often. Guess i look kinda aloof that way. And unapproachable too. I hope i don't give people that impression. Aiya, cannot seem to type those emotional kind of posts that some people can flow with. So, I can't talk much, Coz i dunno how to explain myself, even if i had a thousand and one things to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111452932620525073?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111452932620525073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111452932620525073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111452932620525073' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111443690839560785</id><published>2005-04-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:48:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn*. I am bored. And sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111443690839560785?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111443690839560785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111443690839560785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111443690839560785' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111418289294743129</id><published>2005-04-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:24:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aahhh... i typed so much and it all disappeared!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, nvm, here are some pics on learning journey ( it was fun btw):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/yappyian/Picture21.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Changi Chapel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/yappyian/Picture22.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kranji War Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/yappyian/Picture6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very dark and blur battlebox pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Double Bill 05. Was fun and nice. Kudos to Rahul for selling me the tickets. =)&lt;br /&gt;So interestingly entertaining. There is an article on LYF in our school. U can look at it if u want. Hope i dun get and E for nafa again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111418289294743129?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111418289294743129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111418289294743129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111418289294743129' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111396124266410974</id><published>2005-04-20T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:40:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Message from Mr. Andrew Lim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Sec 3s, there has been a change for in venue for tomorrow's learning journey. Instead of going to Kranji War Memorial, we have decided to go to Yunnam Hair Care. It has a proven track record of sucessful hair growth and we will be learning how to grow more hair. Hopefully I will not be a bald loser any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u think my hair rocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a. yes, it rocks&lt;br /&gt;   b. no, it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   [poll]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111396124266410974?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111396124266410974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111396124266410974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111396124266410974' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111390298518759125</id><published>2005-04-19T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:29:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, as u can see, i have changed my blog template once again, (the 18th time actually). Haven't been bloggin in the last few days coz i was muggin for maths test but now that it's over, i can finally heave a huge sigh of relief. Yay. Now I have to face common test. Not sure whether i shld still go for CCA during CT period, coz my mom's been on my back to do well. Not that I don't want to do well aniwae. I wanna do well. So it's back to muggin i guess. Nothin much scazoos over the last few days, juz some class thingys and blah blah blah. Have learning journey tmw, so fun, can come to school at 10 o'clock. yay yay. Wonderin wat to do now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111390298518759125?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111390298518759125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111390298518759125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111390298518759125' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111348477464721001</id><published>2005-04-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:19:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't realli blog for the next few days coz gotta study for maths test...played chemistry poker with Mrs Yau yesterday. She thought she had a good hand, so she kep raising the stakes. But then Prasatt suddenly came up with an even higher hand and took all of Mrs Yau's counters...lol. Poor Mrs Yau. Losing to Prasatt in chemistry. Aniwaez, wrote on the wrong topic for chinese zuowen test today. Oops. I feel nauseous just thinking about it. Sigh*. Me and my over-ambitious mind is trying to kill myself. Got scolded by the dentist for not brushing my teeth well. Lol. Wad-eva. Below is a joke during physics lesson (with the ever so blur Leong Kok Weng) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xuan Lang, stop walking around and get ready for you physics test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I no chair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind first, you sit down then we talk about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, never mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xuan Lang! Sit down and so that everybody can begin the test! Class, do you think that this is very funny? It is not funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. And you thought he just couldn't get any dumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111348477464721001?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111348477464721001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111348477464721001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348477464721001' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111330973603549680</id><published>2005-04-12T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:42:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many voices in my head. I don't know what I'm typing either, coz my mind is at a lost. So the next few sentences may end up as gibberish. fbajefbaowfoawbvfgoawtoawtgob. dnfiwBFOIWBFW. Like I care aniwae.&lt;br /&gt;It's comforting to have a friend to talk to, especially when u r down. I feel sad. I don't blame anyone. But it helps to have a friend to talk to you. Sigh*. Aiya don't know how to explain lah. View lyircs below to understand how i feel. Thanx, &lt;em&gt;Nelson&lt;/em&gt;, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All U Wanted: Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted everything&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be like you&lt;br /&gt;And I got swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that it was so cold&lt;br /&gt;And you needed someone to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;So I took your hand and we figured out&lt;br /&gt;That when the tide comes&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;So hurry hold me&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;If you need me you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111330973603549680?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111330973603549680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111330973603549680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111330973603549680' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111305663367304478</id><published>2005-04-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:23:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I am happy. Dunno why, but I just feel that way. Maybe becoz it's Saturday. Haiz. The coach told us today that we should try harder, especially in terms of batting. Also, if we don't make it into the team next year, at least we would know that we had a great time in the CCA. Uh-oh. I sense bad news in this. Sigh*. My life is s-c-r-e-w-e-d. Damn. Must try harder and be happy, if not life would be meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111305663367304478?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111305663367304478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111305663367304478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111305663367304478' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111296756284628244</id><published>2005-04-08T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:42:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/yappyian/1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/yappyian/2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111296756284628244?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111296756284628244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111296756284628244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296756284628244' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111296737229649656</id><published>2005-04-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:44:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random Photo of the Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/yappyian/Zenn2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111296737229649656?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111296737229649656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111296737229649656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296737229649656' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111295784119832005</id><published>2005-04-08T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:33:22.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I feel...ok. Just a brief summary of my day. For maths, Ho Wai Lin finally exploded, which was very scary. Han Lin must have pissed her off real bad...but can't blame her, our class is the worst class in maths. She must be under a lot of stress. Liu Yong Feng was telling us how he saw Buddha when he was in China and how he has seen a UFO before. Lolz. He said no one believed him when he told them that. Can't blame them too. It's getting ridiculous. Aniwae, during recess, while returning the tray, the whole stack of 20 trays fell on top of me, creating a huge clanking sound. It stained my white pants and I had to deal with the snide comments by other human beings. So much for kindred spirits. Aniwae, i just picked all the trays up and left. How weird. Then i sat on some brown thing while eating a snack. Yucks. I must be really unlucky. Then English and Lit was ok i guess. Stayed back in school to do library duty today. Quite fun, but I clipped my finger on the drawer and scraped my skin off. Sigh*. I'm wrecked...but at least I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111295784119832005?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111295784119832005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111295784119832005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111295784119832005' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111287045690485983</id><published>2005-04-07T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:40:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's kinda right to wonder what will happen if the world ends tomorrow. To tell the truth, I wouldn't mind. My life is kinda you-know-what aniwae. Would it matter if I can't toss a shuttercock straight? Would it matter if I fail my Maths? Would it matter if I don't get in the team? No, it wouldn't matter. It's not like I care 2 pence about it aniwae. I am really depressed right now. So what if I get into the team? Do I even know &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; that well in the team, and will I be happy there? It's all very subjective. My main point in living now is to be happy, be it the short moments that take my breath away, or the moments of breath I take. I just want to be happy. And that's all I want right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111287045690485983?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111287045690485983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111287045690485983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111287045690485983' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111287016238551292</id><published>2005-04-07T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:36:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah Liu. Today is a "black day". For me at least. For PE, while doing warm up for standing broad jump, my handphone dropped on the floor and kaplunked into a three pieces, all nicely laid out on the floor. Then the PE teacher saw it and got peeved and asked me to put it in the bag with the others. Sigh. My maths is quite weak, according to my new tution teacher. Damn. I have to work harder in order to prevent the hairdryer treatment from my parents. CLE was a bore. I was sleeping while the presenter was speaking and only woke up when everyone started clapping. Hope he didn't notice me... Went out with Josh and Benoi today. Josh and Jonathan have some apparent feud, of which both are not willing to tell me. Experience tells me not to meddle in these kind of things already...they drag you inside too. Feel quite depressed. Dunno why. Maybe it's Wee Hao. Maybe it's my grades. Maybe it's my friends. Maybe it's softball. Maybe it's me. Ok, it's me. Argued with Wee Hao again while watching the softball match. No bloody Sec 3 was there except maybe me, Wee Hao and a couple of others. Just can't bloody get along with him. Oops. Maybe I should be like Ian Chew and skip this whole darn CCA thing. I'm disillusioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get a bomb bag, I &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; know who I am going to throw it at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111287016238551292?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111287016238551292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111287016238551292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111287016238551292' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111279499676574051</id><published>2005-04-06T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:43:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am personally sickened by how easy it is to copy in Liu Yong Feng's class. Not that I'm complaining. I just find it...weird. Today, Chris sat next to me and we exchanged answers in front of his face. Then, he turned around and checked answers with Kai Bin. Now I feel weird, like some knot in my stomach or something. Heh. Liu Yong Feng also forgot to buckle up his grey pants today. Haha. Rui Lin pointed it out after class and LYF kept looking into his pants to see whether he buckled it or not. Must be a belated April Fool's joke. Shld have seen his face; it was as red as a beetroot. Ho Wai Lin didn't give back the pop quiz again. Means that I have one more day to worry about it. I seriously think Leong Kok Weng is lyk pretending to be lame. I mean, have you ever heard a paradoxal question like "Sylvester, what is your name?" It's delibrately trying to be lame. Even Zi Jian can't beat that. (Sorry Zi Jian). If the chinese orchestra are looking for more wood to make instruments, they can chop Leong Kok Weng up and use him. Sigh*. RE was slack as usual. Damn. Haven't completed my maths assignment. Softball was gloomy, it was the usual. Argued with Wee Hao for the gazillionth time, got pissed, did PT and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if I get one of those bomb bags, I know who I am going to use it on. Shhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111279499676574051?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111279499676574051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111279499676574051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279499676574051' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111270246599208037</id><published>2005-04-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:01:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. The last few days have been rush rush rush. Listened to the Rasputin song on Monday. It was quite catchy and I'm still humming to the beat. Lolz. Nothing much to report, I have a chinese reading test tomorrow and I still haven't finished studying. Think I failed my lame maths pop quiz. yargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111270246599208037?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111270246599208037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111270246599208037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111270246599208037' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111244634577175475</id><published>2005-04-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:52:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to school in the wee hours of the morning to do chem performance task with Jia En, Arvind and Harish. Finished our discussion before time, so after fooling around for a while, taking photos and everything, we went to McDonalds to eat breakfast. We all bought McFlurries and started talking about surnames and blah blah. Then Arvind and Harish left, so me and Jia En went to buy the board for the chem game in Popular. After tt, went back to do the layout. Did the layout, then we were all bored, then Wee Hao came. He apparently did not finish his chinese hw. Dots. Then we all went to eat at J8 again, tis time at Pastamania. Wasted a lot of money. Then went back for softball training. Today was very slack, we didn't even do any warm up batting or anything, except coaching Sec 1s. Sighz. So bored. Then we played a mini match with Sec 1s, it was quite cool, and for once I felt happy. I wasn't forced to feel happy, but I was jsut happy. For no good reason. And I liked that. Happiness just happens. Then the Sec 4s haphazardly joined in the game, and tried to get us Sec 3s out. Lol. Then Tan Lai Lin came and chased us all out and so I went home early. Got my hair cut, it looks gruesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111244634577175475?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111244634577175475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111244634577175475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111244634577175475' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111235978289414445</id><published>2005-04-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:49:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sand &amp; Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your blessings in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111235978289414445?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111235978289414445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111235978289414445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111235978289414445' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111235369486603360</id><published>2005-04-01T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:28:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!!! I successfully added a video to my blog today!!! Thumbd up! And I added a statcounter too. Greatness. But back to my real life...Today I botched up my Maths pop quiz. Not that I'm surprised. It's just that you have the feeling that you are going to do badly...I have softball tomorrow and I also have to do my chem performance task. Sian. I would also lyk to beg more ppl who visit this blog to tag more often. Please. Sigh*. Having a depression fit again. Dun feel like bloggin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111235369486603360?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111235369486603360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111235369486603360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111235369486603360' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111226898149180356</id><published>2005-03-31T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:36:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to chase after the bus again yesterday. Dunno wat is it with me and chasing buses. But at least the driver noticed me this time and stopped. Boring ride home, with me daydreaming and thinking philosophical thoughts. Today, I realised that everyone has skeletons in their closets. In other words, everyone has secrets which even their family don't know. I have skeletons too. I probably have a gazillion of them, waiting to burst out my own closet. It scares me. Aniwae, back to my day. Quite a good day, my grades were reasonably satisfactory. My maths just passed..but aniwae, I seriously have to work harder. Sigh*. Everyone in softball seems to be improving themselves. Like Terence. His pitching is much faster now Not that it's a bad thing that people are improving themselves, because it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a good thing. But that means that I have to improve too. And it disturbs me if I do not improve fast enough. It is a once in a lifetime thing. And I do not want to miss it. One of the juniors banged into the door today during PT, causing the planks on the door to be bashed inwards. Luckily, there were no splinters in his knee but I doubt that he will be coming for a few trainings. It was kinda cool. Ok, not exactly cool, coz I sound sadistic. It was...painful? I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111226898149180356?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111226898149180356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111226898149180356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111226898149180356' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111181948705620546</id><published>2005-03-26T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:56:50.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Prasatt's house today to do physics project. Ended up that Daryl was in the Philippines and that Samuel Chong couldn't make it, so that left me with Zenn and Prasatt. Procrastinated for about 1 hour before getting down to real business (which is very normal), then ended up doing about 1/2  of the question. Sigh*. Didn't know that Prasatt apparently enjoys throwing rubbish outside his 5th storey apartment, including plastic wrappers and food packets. Prasatt has a really cool chamber room where his family prays. Its really smoky and it's kind of like a sauna. Asked Zenn how to do some questions for my own homework before heading home. Yayz. Now I have to buck up on my ilearning before it's too late. And I just found the Venessa Carlton "A Thousand Miles" song. Yeah!!! Oops... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111181948705620546?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111181948705620546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111181948705620546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181948705620546' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111174698408666470</id><published>2005-03-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:36:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ArGh. My ilearning is&lt;em&gt; way &lt;/em&gt;behind time. Still have monster of a maths assignment and maths performance task. Argh. Finishing up my chinese, which is good, but still have to write lame history essay. Philo and PE are surprisingly huge, for a minority subject. Goodness. Wee Hao and company wanted me to go lan with them today but I had to do my chinese craps. Hope I remember to watch the chinese program today. Channel 8 10.30pm and Channel U 8.30pm. Hmm. Oh ya, if u are happening to read this, please post on my tag-board. U can post &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;, coz my tag-board is &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111174698408666470?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111174698408666470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111174698408666470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111174698408666470' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111157161819945205</id><published>2005-03-23T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:53:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U tend to blog more often during ilearning. It's a natural thing. While waiting for the com to download the laggy ilearning stuff, u can simply type in the URL for blogging and voila, here you are, blogging. Aniwae, back to my life. Did library duty for the rest of the day, didn't exactly complete a lot of work, which is sad. Went to support the match at 3.30, but it rained and wat else. Quite boring aniwae. So we just set around stoning while Ian Chew and Terence went to ask Coach wat to do. Then Ian Chew said that Coach said that we need not come for training any more, which, in a way, worries me greatly. As in, &lt;em&gt;greatly&lt;/em&gt;. Sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of my runaway maid deepens. She was found at the Indonesian Ambassy, suffering from a split personality and amnesia. Inspectors couldn't find out what was the problem. My mom is fed up and is demanding for a new maid. Hope my life improves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111157161819945205?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111157161819945205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111157161819945205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111157161819945205' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111155048374377236</id><published>2005-03-23T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:01:23.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. I am such a scatterbrain!! Tot there was softball training this morning but nooo, it was cancelled as there is a match at 3.30pm. I am such a grade-A dumbass. Ended up wanting to go home, but no keys, so have to go library. Yup. In PE attire. So, of course, being u noe who's son, I can't be seen walking around in the library in PE, so i ended up in the creative studio doing ilearning by myself. Argh. The coms in there lag like mad and I don't have the resources that I have at home to do ilearning here. Just as well. Have to support the match later aniwaes. Freezing in this room...dunno wat to do, all i noe is that i jacked up my Wednesday morning. Sigh. Oh, btw, I changed my blog template. Again. Hahaha. This one is a bit more adult-ish, if u ask me. Quite cool. Think that some of my links got lost when I changed the template, so if there are any problems, state it on my dead/dying tag-board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111155048374377236?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111155048374377236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111155048374377236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155048374377236' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111145691674606873</id><published>2005-03-22T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:01:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And ya, my blog is dysfunctional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111145691674606873?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111145691674606873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111145691674606873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111145691674606873' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111145687628774628</id><published>2005-03-22T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:01:16.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. Ilearning is lagging again. My mom has been on my back since the start of ilearning to rush me through all the bullcrap. My com is hanging, and like Randy Jackson says, "What's going down, man?" ilearning. That's what's going down. It's pitchy. Anwiae, some guys hacked into Mdm Hu Lei and Zhang Meisuo's account and posted lame messages on the homepage. Lol. Sigh*. Oh btw, if u want ilearning answers, ask me on my tagboard. (I have my sources). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Points on a straight line are always collinear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111145687628774628?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111145687628774628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111145687628774628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111145687628774628' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111139051327766264</id><published>2005-03-21T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:38:11.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was lame. Jing Sheng came back from Hong Kong, I argued with Wee Hao (again), the sun was hot...ok, the sun was hot. Nothing much, my batting realli sucked today, i definitely have to work harder. Everyone is also desperately trying to work their way into the team. Lolz. Feel quite left out, coz didn't come on Sunday and everyone seems to be talking about what went on on Sunday. Aniwae, did 240 balls of fence with Ian Chew. Hahas. Very tiring, and i got about 7 blisters on my wrecked hands. Ate lunch at Food Junction, quite fun, with everyone. Sigh*. (Not exactly a happy sigh, but who cares?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111139051327766264?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111139051327766264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111139051327766264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111139051327766264' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111130907888746572</id><published>2005-03-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T17:02:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm realli bloggin a lot today. Okok. Let's see. Lyk i said, went to Malaysia recently, now I'm back. Quite fun, went shopping at Mid Valley Mall, went swimming with my cousins, went to watch VCDs and all that jazz. Met my Malaysian cousins, feeling nostalgic; maybe if I lived in Malaysia my life would take a different path. Aniwae, so back to my life in Singapore. I want the Lemony Snicket Series!!! Oh, and my maid ran away, and I feel very unaccomplished in my homwork, coz I haven't frickin done a single thing, so I am determined to do well. Hpmf. &gt;_&lt; Gotta get down to business and finish i-learning before I rush through everything on the last night. (which i have been doing for the last 2 yrs). Softball training on Monday, Wednesday and Friday so I really don't have much time. I am also determined to do well for softball so I have to work harder, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: The 1st rule of competition is - you have to want it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111130907888746572?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111130907888746572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111130907888746572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130907888746572' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111130830318144332</id><published>2005-03-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:45:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sun blazes through the little roadside stall in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;A lady sits with her son, watching him with her sightless eyes as he slurps at his cooling drink.&lt;br /&gt;She wears sunglasses, and requires on her young son and a walking stick to move.&lt;br /&gt;She strokes his hair, tells him in fluent Cantonese how proud she is of him.&lt;br /&gt;The boy nods happily, still drinking.&lt;br /&gt;They both get up and head towards the YMCA building.&lt;br /&gt;The boy clutches his mother's right hand, while she uses the walking stick on her left.&lt;br /&gt;She sends him into the building.&lt;br /&gt;He waves goodbye. She waves back.&lt;br /&gt;Then, smiling, she turns back and walks back home alone, making rapping sounds with her walking stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111130830318144332?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111130830318144332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111130830318144332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130830318144332' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111130772852547811</id><published>2005-03-20T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:35:28.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh joy. My maid just ran way from the house yesterday morning.  She cooked our breakfast, boiled the water, made the bed,  before packing her clothes and leaving. Sigh*. She also left a note, explaining her difficulty. That's all. Nothing was stolen, luckily, and everything was still in place. My grandparents were the first to find out. They had heard a weird sound from the kitchen and found out that the kettle was still boiling. Then they found the note. Then they checked whether anything was stolen. Then they called my parents. My parents are currently at the maid agency in a big fluster. Double Sigh*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111130772852547811?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111130772852547811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111130772852547811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111130772852547811' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111116343741716492</id><published>2005-03-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:30:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahas.Woke up today at 11.30am. So late. I'm way behind schedule. Going to Malaysia by 2.00pm. LOL. Dun realli feel like bloggin coz it's like 12 something from where I'm bloggin. Madness. So I'm sick of blogging. Aniwae, took the car to Kuala Lumpur, arrived at 6 something. Long and tedious journey. Then went to visit my cousins and eat dinner and now I'm here, bloggin. Zzzzzzz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111116343741716492?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111116343741716492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111116343741716492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111116343741716492' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111106445903611760</id><published>2005-03-17T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:25:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LCM day was quite fun. Here is a series of events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am - Assemble in the LAR.&lt;br /&gt;8.00am - Play icebreakers&lt;br /&gt;9.00am - Station games&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm - Housekeepin&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm - Visit SPH&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm- Come back from SPH&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm - Birthday Bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So let me narrate the events for today. Everyone came around 7.30, some weresleeping (like me), some were reading, some were talking and blah blah blah. Aniwaex, saw some familiar faces lyk Benoix, Calvin etc... Ended up in Gp.2 with Calvin and some China scholars and a chirpy Sec 1 who couldn't seem to stop talking. Aniwae, played blindman something for icebreakers. Yup, everyone ended up banging into each other and started screaming and all that stuff. Then we played whacko. Yup, Bing Xi was damn funny, kept getting walloped by Ben Ong. Lol. Den went for station games. All quite fun, quite nice, quite tiring blah blah blah. Then ate lunch at Macs with Benoi, Calvin, Marden, Sadikin etc... Did boring housekeeping then went to the SPH building just a stone's throw away from our school. Interesting tour around, met famous reporters and journalists. (Sumiko Tan has really big eyes). Aniwae, went back to school for tea. There was an auction for some snacks. Haha, some pple paid $2345 for air. Lol. Tts all I guess, aniwae, heard tt Ron quarelled with Genialand all that stuff. Sigh*. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111106445903611760?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111106445903611760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111106445903611760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106445903611760' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111079291128709661</id><published>2005-03-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:35:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from softball, had a tiring day...i finally know what I want for my birthday. I want a converse bag, u noe the sling around type. Saw Brandon and Taufik and Joo Tat carrying one and it looks pretty cool. Very cool. Aniwaex, saw my dream bag at the converse store at Junction 8, can't wait to buy it. Today, I hit 2 three-based hits for softball. Yeah, it rawked. Cool. The 2nd B'Div Team against the C'Div Team. We won 17-6. But as Farish said, TYCO. Lolx. Sigh. Guess he is right in a way. Damn tiring, ate at S11 with John and Wee Hao. Wadeva. I'm so tired and smelly...yuck. Can't wait for my b'dae to come, then I can get my new bag. Must start mugging for common test already haha. So many tests coming after ilearning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111079291128709661?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111079291128709661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111079291128709661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111079291128709661' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111061029160563496</id><published>2005-03-12T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:51:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carnival for the disabled children. Big Mess. Boring...Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111061029160563496?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111061029160563496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111061029160563496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111061029160563496' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111054469041622620</id><published>2005-03-11T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:38:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Track and Field Heats today. Bought the Morrison and Hullett T-shirts; couldn't get the Moor one. Very fun day, it was nice, entertaining, good etc. Moor got 2nd place in terms of everything. Traded all the nice Moor stuff with the different houses, especially Joshua. Benoix, Jon amd Bennett will all cheering and all that stuff. Fun and fufilling, aniwae. I have a carnival tomorrow, hope it turns out ok. (fingers crossed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111054469041622620?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111054469041622620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111054469041622620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111054469041622620' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111046820226651206</id><published>2005-03-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:23:22.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh...didn't get the scholarship...I noe my parents are disappointed but they just don't show it that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111046820226651206?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111046820226651206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111046820226651206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111046820226651206' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111036648377466269</id><published>2005-03-09T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:37:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to a new chapter of my pathetic life story. Today's entry will be very special, as it is meant for 3 very different people. I will touch on this later. As you can see, today is Wednesday, which means that I have RE. But today is no ordinary day, for 3H is going to support a tennis match. Today also held a Maths Test, of which, I bet with Jia En that I was going to get lower than him. (which is of course, very normal). Aniwae, let's focus on the tennis match. The B'Div came in second, which was obviously a blow to RI, coz they lost to ACS. Got scolded by Kwan H.S. for sitting on the fence. "You 4 boys over there, why are you all sitting on the fence?If the fence breaks, and the tennis committee find out that the fence is broken, I will make sure that you will all pay for the damage. One, two three, four, you had all better watch out!" Then, he soclded Prassatt for a tucked out shirt. Next, we all got scolded by Bensen Koh for not cheering. "You guys have been sitting on your butts all day long for 2 to 3 hours already and you have not even done a single cheer. If you all don't want to support, then you can all go home! Yo friend, why are you reading that book? If you want to read, go home and read! You are wasting your time and our time here, and you are just occupying space!" Sigh*. The harsh reality of this world.&lt;br /&gt;The race began later. Prefects were all trying desperately to group in all the Rafflesians to cheer. It was a mad rush. Bensen Koh managed to capture some of us innocent souls, but I was lucky, escaping with only a few cuts and bruises. Then Kaiyang came. Not that I have anything against him, but I still ran way on the sight of him and went to the other side of the fence. Alas, I too was captured, with Jia En and Heng Zhong. We all did our cheers and everything. It turned out to be quite ok. This is where I talk about Jonathan. (Ng) Seems that Jonathan has a certain discrimination against Heng Zhong, but I don't care. After all, I have my own free will to choose my own friends. Sorry Jonathan, but it would be better to not talk about things behind my back. Ya, and Bennett too for taking digs at me. Not that I'm that close to you as a friend anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Jia En, I am sorry for suaning u today, i didn't mean it. And Brian, stop sliming me when i don't even know you that well. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;"But of course pupils with blood relations to teachers are allowed to get on the bus. Why do you give me that look? I wasn't refering to you. Stop attracting attention to yourself". Blah. &lt;br /&gt;Aniwae, hope everything clears up eventually by the end of 2 wks. Took bus 31 to Kallang MRT to home. Met a guy called Chong Min who was going to Eunos. He seems very real and unpretentious, unlike some people I know. Sigh*, I probably sound very bitchy and evil through this entry, but hey, I'm not exaggerating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111036648377466269?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111036648377466269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111036648377466269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111036648377466269' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111016798635559793</id><published>2005-03-07T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:59:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wakakaz, currently bloggin in the library with Prasatt, Heng Zhong an Zhikai. Prasatt and Heng Zhong are taking photos of each other with their phones and palmtops respectively. Nothin much goin on; Prasatt just reminded me about the eng portfolio (must hand up this week). Aniwaex, walked to Junction 8 with Jia En, then went back to library and just blog. Met Kaibin on the way back, he asked me whether I was going to support the match. I said I was still pending on my decision. Guess I lied to him lolx. I don't enjoy pple asking me whether I am going to do something which I am not. I usually end up lying. (which I do not enjoy). Sigh*..just had SS test, I have physics test tmw. Wish me luck :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111016798635559793?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111016798635559793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111016798635559793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111016798635559793' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-111008550251416399</id><published>2005-03-06T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:05:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, I'm just blogging for a while as I have to start mugging straight after this...just finished my physics tuition. My physics tutor insulted me (as usual) straight after the lesson was over. His very words were " Hmmm...not too good today, Ian, you are still quite blur in certain places, especially at critical angles. Must work harder, if not you will find physics very difficult...as usual". Hmmm. Maybe I should work harder. Wad-eva. Very stressed out right now, have to mug for ss, math and PHYSICS!!!&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-111008550251416399?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111008550251416399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/111008550251416399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111008550251416399' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110999239767429104</id><published>2005-03-05T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:14:12.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>top ten this. top ten that. top ten everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110999239767429104?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110999239767429104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110999239767429104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110999239767429104' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110993029331355782</id><published>2005-03-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T18:12:03.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while, and i also have to get this done in a jiffy, so let's make this quick. Last few days was uneventful; all the usual stuff and blah blah blah. Ate at Pastamania with Joshua and company yesterday. Was quite fun. Did library duty afterwards. Nice Day. Wee Hao tried to force me to go with him to support the softball match but it rained and was a washout..Haha..jack. Sometimes can't stand him..., but let's not waste time on people like him. Aniwae, got 2 upon 10 for my physics; the humiliation is just unbearable; a lot of my friends are getting way better marks than me. Argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110993029331355782?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110993029331355782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110993029331355782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110993029331355782' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110942203825052225</id><published>2005-02-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:53:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a walk down memory lane today. Went to send my bro to Potong Pasir for his archery lessons for BB. Took the old Kovan road...ahh, the fond memories are so familiar. Took the Upper Serangoon expressway, had a nice view, never actually went on it be4. Aniwaex, met Janson later at the Macdonalds in Potong Pasir, said hi and stuff. Softball was quite fun, played a match against Sec 2s. Everyone was having fun and clowning around and then it started to storm and the sky looked like the Day After Tomorrow and everyone was screaming and saying how they didn't want to die..hey, it was cool. The wind was strong and the trees kep swirling..Aniwae, tts all, zzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110942203825052225?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110942203825052225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110942203825052225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110942203825052225' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110932401929888751</id><published>2005-02-25T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:41:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh..2daes havent blogged. Yesterday was quite okay..laughed at Mts. Yau's flabby arms, (they just can't stop bouncing). Okok, we are evil to laugh at her and call her names like Granny and blah, but the sheer sight of her arms will just cause u to lose control. (Boing, boing). Checked all the ages of our teachers on the library com...Quah Seok Whee is 94, haha. lolx. Almost got swindled by some black  Indian man at the MRT station later; tried to force us to buy some food discount card and donate 4 bucks each, hah. Then he started saying about how poor blind children are, and how we should empathise with them...Attempted to fake a license, but then again, Paul Lim said we are not obliged to take all this bullcrap. hahx. (especially free bibles). Overall, quite propoganda. Asked me how I felt like with braces. LOL. Then Benjamin just walked away in the middle of his speech, so we all hurriedly followed him. He was obviously damn pissed, said something like how rude we were and how he didn't need our money. Blah. Ate at Long John Silver. Had to pay 80 cents more for ice lemon tea. It's lyk daylight robbery!!! Aniwaes, I sincerly can't stand Arvind Rajagopallan and Noel, they were such as**oles today, can't ever forgive any of them. (No questioning about this particular incident). Quite fun 2dae, rushed like hell for the 1.10 show for Howl's flying castle at North Point, Yishun. View in the MRT was great. Turned out to be quite an interesting and unforgettable flick. I like. Then went to Popular, went shopping, bought a black band..then went home in bus 39 with Joshua. Shld cherish moments like these. Sigh*. Gotto study chem..bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110932401929888751?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110932401929888751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110932401929888751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110932401929888751' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110916671892154431</id><published>2005-02-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:51:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scr*w this. I am so stresseed!!!!!!!!!!!! I dun care. I'm going to be like that 16 yr old girl with the cute ponytail who jumped into a train track in Suicide Club. I really am. What a tangled web we weave. I hate this life. One day, if u see the newpaper headlines stating that some boy jumped off the Bishan overhead bridge, it's most likely going to be me. I'm already planning farewell notes. "Dear Mom, I am sorry..." blah blah. Won Yuying Sec 2 dae, 14 sumthing to 1 sumthing. Anything. So much homework, I'm dying already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110916671892154431?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110916671892154431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110916671892154431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916671892154431' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110907612221299184</id><published>2005-02-22T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:42:02.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas...Liu Yong Feng rocked today, gave me one more mark for my chinese test, yeah! Haiz..but my chinese still damn &lt;em&gt;jialat&lt;/em&gt;, 46 out of 80. LOL. Aniwae, the past few days has been quite boring, on Monday, RI narrowly won ACS 6-5 (phew). PLaying against Peicai tmw, wonder what the outcome will be. The coach seems damn pissed...So, back to today. Physics test sarked, the questions were horrendously difficult, like the chem  and hist test on Monday, so much for achieving a GPA of 3.6...There are a alot of secrets going on in my class...shhh, can't tell you, the most I can say is that there is a lot of discontentment around..check yahoo e-group for more details. Afternoon today was quite fun, stayed back to do maths assignment with benoi and joshua, (contented sigh* )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110907612221299184?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110907612221299184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110907612221299184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110907612221299184' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110846648727017460</id><published>2005-02-15T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:21:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae was quite fun...we skipped our history test because the total defence day program took over the first period..then I finally presented my english ppt so I need not do any survey thingy, maths, still grasping all the different formulas, philosophy was quite screwed, can't find my damn philo notebook..argh. Have to study for chinese test tmw, can't beleive Liu Yong Feng didn't even teach us the last chapter, have to revise on our own...dotz. Lunch was quite fun, ate with Joshua, Janson, Benjamin, Privin and Wenjun..quite fun lah, joking around in S11, wish we had more time to do things like that more often..having softball tomorrow..circuit..I'm very scared no one will pair with me, then I will be all alone...sigh* think that Wee Hao is blowing me off or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110846648727017460?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110846648727017460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110846648727017460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110846648727017460' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110838832686476118</id><published>2005-02-14T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:38:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much 2dae...failed my Chem pre-test, yar I'm quite pissed, can't realli tok now, have to mug for History test, dun wanna get bad grades again...=(  Have Chinese Test on Wednesday..sigh..got so much hw, I'm so stressed; my social life is screwed..(trying to get a nice pic for my blog) =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110838832686476118?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110838832686476118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110838832686476118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110838832686476118' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110828987254248157</id><published>2005-02-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:19:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..today was a very horribly boring day, it was just basically studying and more studying...still haven't completed my Chinese revison and all and there are hardly any notes to study for my history...still, I'm feeling the stress...there is softball tomorrow, which i don't really mind but it is just to rush to get from one place to another. I also feel quite isolated from the rest as I'm much lower in skills compared to them...I seriously do not wish to fail any more tests so must strive to work harder...still editing my HTMLs, so that I can finally complete my perfect blog without any more worries. Broke my bro's specs 2dae by accident*, costs $180 bucks to repair them, I am in so much sh*t...Nothing eslse more to say,except that my father is getting more and more unreasonable. He dumps unwanted stuff into my room like a junkyard, when we invite him to toss yusheng he says he's busy, and then throws a temper when we do it without him. Seriously...and also, he gives you lame advice and scolds you when you are actually studying instead of helping us sincerely. And we have to do a lot of lousy errands for him like get him the coke can, get him the glass, get him the ice..would you like a kidney malfunction with that, sir? &gt;_&lt; And he does it while we are in the midst of studying, which is very irritating and selfish of him. Getting the Monday Blues alreadi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110828987254248157?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110828987254248157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110828987254248157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110828987254248157' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110821824717239708</id><published>2005-02-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:24:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahlalaz...Chinese New Year is over already...lolx, didn't even get to eat my yusheng...yum..Only visited 5 houses this year, that like breaks the record for the least houses visited during Chinese New Year!!! I mean, lyk, last last year, we visited 12 houses in a day..we reached the last house at 9.30, and we were dead beat, but at least it was fun. My brother, my cousin and i would just sit in the car playing poker until we reached our next destination. Now, my grandparents are ill and having kidney problems so they can't tag along now. That's also why my parents are forgoing some places to visit this year...The other reason is because they say they are all too tired blah blah and that I should still treasure going out as a family as a tradition because they won't be going visiting once I reach 18. Sad. Also, my cousin is migrating to Malaysia (of all places) so I guess I wont' be seeing her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Last Chinese New Year, I went to Malaysia to visit my mother's side of the family...waddaheck, it was fun, it was very different becoz Malaysia is so darn big so we had to travel for 2 hrs before reaching our next destination. But hey, it was still ok.&lt;br /&gt;Still very stressed, have to work on my fielding and throwing and batting and blah if I want to get into the team and that would make me belong to a decent CCA without being segregated all the time. And it really pisses me off to see people in the team scoring higher than me. (okok, I noe i'm being a sour grape here, but it's human nature..) sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Chinese New Year. It was quite boring,but it was still ok..we had cousins and friends visiting us and goin to Pasir Ris Park..quite nice lah. (Hope my mom doesn't read all this). It's amazing how just pure chatting can be fun. Aniwae..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, some guys came over, including Joshua Heng. All librarians, invited by my mom. Yes...my mom sometimes invites her librarians over to have a little mini party. This means 5 things: X box, Blackjack, Mahjong and Expired food. The last thing is because I am an introvert, I will hibernate in my room and pretend to do homework. Sounds crazy, i noe, but I dunno why I feel so anti social around people I don't noe that well. This is one crazy fact that my parents don't noe, so they always end up lecturing me on my social life. My social life is &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; ok, ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing. I just realized how all my cousins and friends have matured. They have all grown taller, deepened their voices, growing around the hips blah blah. The adults all sense it too. It won't be long before we become full fledged adults with adult problems...just wish we'd go slower. I really hate growing up too fast. I'm just not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Can't blog too long. Have to study for Chinese Test and cut flowers for class decoration...bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110821824717239708?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110821824717239708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110821824717239708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821824717239708' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6912810.post-110792666636578763</id><published>2005-02-09T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:28:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there...again. This is actually the second of my 2 blogs, u can visit the other one at ravenking.blogpsot.com I'm currently blogging on the first day of Chinese New Year, which is kinda funny, becoz i'm actually bored to tears waiting for relatives to visit...ok, there are seriously more details about my life on my other blog, so dun come to this blog to often kz...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6912810-110792666636578763?l=sixthavenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110792666636578763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6912810/posts/default/110792666636578763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixthavenue.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110792666636578763' title=''/><author><name>iyyy</name><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></entry></feed>
