<?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-38555584</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:43:47.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current blog :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-804635025128454514</id><published>2009-05-04T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:00:49.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, finally decided to update something. It's been such a busy month for me. Starting of polytechnic, getting my new laptop, the amount of homework stacking. Things have been going quite well for me, at least in my studies. Well, this is short but at least i updated right? :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-804635025128454514?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/804635025128454514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=804635025128454514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/804635025128454514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/804635025128454514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-finally-decided-to-update-something.html' title=''/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-5828637932006590419</id><published>2008-09-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:43:17.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06/09/08</title><content type='html'>Hmms. Again i have to question the manners of some Singaporeans. Seriously hate to be doing this but, there are really incidents that really gets on my nerves sometimes. And this particular incident has not happened only once or twice, but many many many times over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. We tend to be really kiasu when it comes to going on and off the bus. They rush onto the bus sometimes for what? Just to find a seat or someplace to stand/sit. What for? And when they rush onto the bus, they will just ignore the people around them and be their own kings and queens of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened just now at about 8+pm. I was on my way home from studying with weijie, fadhly and honghoon. Again it happened on bus 67(i don't know whats wrong with bus 67 -_-;;;) Anyway, the bus was pretty packed with people, and it was a double-sectioned bus, with both sections full already. So the bus was like totally full with people by the third bus stop. Everything was still fine when it's my turn to go off the bus. I know i shouldn't have gone from the front but i was having a really heavy bag and the back of the bus was totally occupied and there's hardly enough space for me to walk pass. No choice, i went to the front of the bus. Then, people from my bus stop started swarming in front of the door, like it was the end of the world or something. Come on lah, at least let the people off first before you guys squeeze towards the door right. Does it hurt to wait awhile more so that you can board? And besides, whats there to squeeze with each other on the bus? GOLD? NOT EVEN A FREAKING SEAT. SO WHATS THERE TO BE SO FREAKING GANCHIONG FOR? I almost fell down thanks to those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously almost everything happen on bus 67, i have no idea why. -____-;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-5828637932006590419?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/5828637932006590419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=5828637932006590419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/5828637932006590419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/5828637932006590419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2008/09/060908.html' title='06/09/08'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-3205965782399443454</id><published>2008-08-31T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:18:11.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seriously, this incident made me wonder. What happened to the manners of kids of Singapore. They accidentally hit people and don't even bother saying sorry. I wonder how they are taught at home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This incident happened when i was going home just now. Seriously, i don't understand some parents and their kids. I was sitting on one seat. It was those kinds of "facing each other" seats. Everything was fine until this family of 4 came on board the bus and sat on those seats. Obviously 5 people can't occupy 4 seats. Yet these 2 kids came and squeezed with me with 2 seats. I know i shouldn't be angry with kids. But what came after was a few minutes of irritation and annoyance. The little girl who sat next to me started to brush her hair. There was already not enough space for us already. She barely had enough space to stretch her hands, let alone brushing her hair. But apparently, she decided to just brush, totally ignoring my presence. I remained calm, thinking that this will all go away soon. I only had a few stops more before this annoyance ended. But, apparently, they felt that it wasn't enough. The girl then decided to start to attack my shoes too. She started to do apparently some light kicking to my shoes. It was the first time i was wearing that pair of shoes, and obviously i wasn't feeling very happy about it. What made it worse was that the parents sitting opposite of me didn't even freaking bother to stop them. I'm sure they could see my face already. They did nothing to stop them and went on chatting. So what, I'm invisible? They just CAME on board the bus, and just slammed right into my seat, in the hope that I would leave? NO FREAKING WAY. Apparently, what i thought of their actions were that they were trying to shoo me off my seat. The motive was so obvious. After i left my seat, the girls just took over my seat like it was supposed to be theirs. Seriously they have no sense of moral values. 2 adults and 2 children. I wouldn't put the blame on the child since they're still children, but the adults are really..... They should have at least the DECENCY to ask the person whether he/she would allow to share 2 seats with 3 people, but NO. ALL THEY DID WAS SLAM RIGHT INTO MY SEAT, LIKE IT WAS THE MOST OBVIOUS THING TO DO. THAT MADE ME DISGUSTED WITH THEIR ACTIONS. Freaking mood spoilers of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, enough of that shenaningan. Today, me, WJ and HH went to the Matsuri Cosfest at VivoCity. It was so crowded. There were alot of people who cos-played as anime characters, and apparently some from games as well. The music that was also switched on was REALLY REALLY REALLY very loud. I could barely hear myself talking when the music was played. I guess thats the only flaw in the whole event. There were also alot of cos-players who dressed up as Naruto characters(which i seriously hate). Its still fun to see people doing ridiculous poses for some cameramen who came only to enjoy the event. Its amazing how they really resemble the people in the anime. Well, we stayed there from 11+ to about 4pm, where WJ had to go to his piano lessons. We walked around Tampines Mall, while waiting for WJ to finish his piano lesson. We went into toys R us where we found lots of interesting stuff, like monopoly with the electronic banking system. Then we went into Popular, where we met Pam and CS. Wonder what were they doing. :x Anyways, we went for Macdonalds after WJ's lesson was over and had our dinner. We also played the final number game which ended up me losing both times. The punishment was horribly, disgustingly, distasteful. Thats all i did for the whole day. ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-3205965782399443454?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/3205965782399443454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=3205965782399443454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/3205965782399443454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/3205965782399443454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2008/08/310808.html' title='31/08/08'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-5148068301746549965</id><published>2008-08-28T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:17:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmm. Wow. Didn't know i was so good in playing UNO. I thrashed Fadhly and HH 6 consecutive times. However, lost to Fadhly once due to HH being blur enough =.=;;, if not could have made a perfect 7 wins before leaving. Anyways, kinda satisfying to win 6 times, since wasn't really very good at UNO.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, school's just as usual. Raining as usual. Lining up as usual. Craps as usual. Nothing much interesting happened today. Except that we were going to do something on Teacher's Day Concert tomorrow. It was a song, and coincidentally i heard it on Disney Channel 2 days ago. Its such a nice song, and it really suits the situation tomorrow. I bet most of the more sentimental teachers would drop tears of joy tomorrow. But, we had to clear everything from the cupboard today, and its so full. I wonder how the cupboard is right now, since most of the people have already cleared their stuff in the cupboard. Seriously, my neck and shoulders are aching due to the heavy load. Anyways, still anticipating tomorrow's concert, with WF and Terence's performance and the song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those who wants to listen to the song, heres the exact video i saw 2 days ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT6EVIIcLLo&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT6EVIIcLLo&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-5148068301746549965?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/5148068301746549965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=5148068301746549965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/5148068301746549965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/5148068301746549965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2008/08/280808.html' title='28/08/08'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-1779672459532633443</id><published>2008-08-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:15:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School. 26/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anyways, mrs oh, is REALLY very unreasonable. Surely i have said this many times in school already. Simply nothing more to say about her. I mean, which freaking principal would seriously force the students to obey whatever she says. She says, "Do give comments..." blah blah blah craps, yet she doesn't even listens to them. Probably, she justs throws all the comments away like pieces of crap. Prelims are just around the corner, and shes still SOOOOO concentrated on PLEASING the visitors to the school. And whatever she says doesn't seriously make sense. She said," When the visitor goes to your class, please stand and greet the guests...". But the problem is, she never thought of what we were doing. Seriously. Luckily, no visitor went to our class. But seriously, i think she would have expected us to stand even during a prelim exam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And whats next? Just because the Minister of Education is coming to our school. SO what? Does that mean, they get to abuse their power? Bleahs. Bunch of crap. She creates rules out of the sudden, forces us to obey them and whatnots. Seriously. Everytime someone makes a mistake, she freaking addresses the school. What for? And recently there was the bus incident. I mean come on. SOME of us dont even take the bus, and we got scolded and addressed for nothing. And its such a freaking waste of valuable time. And seriously, it was only like 3 stops to the interchange. I don't see the need to complain about that incident. I'm seriously sure some of the students from other schools also doesn't do that during bus rides. Anyway, shes simply too naggy, with the whole bunch of crap when she addresses the school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And today, everything was fine until she showed up in class. Freaking irritating. Just came into the class and shouted. I wish i could just freaking shouted in her face. What, she just shows up, and just demands the respect? &lt;i&gt;pfft. &lt;/i&gt;Yeah, she wish. We were like doing our work, and what do we get? A freaking scolding from her. For what reason? Just because the floor was dirty. I mean come on. She should already know by now how my class is already, obviously she can't expect perfection from our class. She has seriously no idea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bleahs. Nothing more to write already. Feeling abit pissed. Anyway, will get a new banner soon. Try to make one myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well lets not get that destroy my day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love this MV, looks so sad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wzg951vUGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wzg951vUGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and this one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhk-X9BEnDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhk-X9BEnDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-1779672459532633443?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/1779672459532633443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=1779672459532633443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/1779672459532633443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/1779672459532633443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-260808.html' title='School. 26/08/08'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-968694579208691579</id><published>2008-02-10T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:13:00.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>lols. okies its been a long time since i last updated. not much interesting stuff happened in school anyway. now posting about my 5 days at m'sia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day 2008/02/06: Reached m'sia at. . . (cant remember what time).  went to JB to shop awhile. my bro got a new psp slim. then we went to my grandmother's house for a (sort of) reunion dinner. Then after that we played with a few firecrackers. after that we went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day 2008/02/07: wasted one whole day doing nothing =/. nothing much to be said today. besides the seafood dinner and the continued playing of firecrackers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day 2008/02/08: Took a bus to my great grandma's house where most of my relatives will be staying at for the next few days. saw some of my relatives and we went to do some visiting of other relatives. After that we played with cards and mahjong. did a little gambling and lost about 3 ringgit =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day 2008/02/09: more relatives came in. slacked the whole day due to the fact that there's nothing much to do in the countryside =/. gambled a bit(yes, again). lost about 2 ringgit again(really canot gamble this year =.=). then after that ate dinner. after that we played with cards. this time without money .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day 2008/02/10: today's my great grandma's bday. they set up a buffet just for her. from day 3 till today, i only slept a total of 9 hours. so you can imagine how tired i am right now =/. anyways we played with cards for awhile more and set off to take the bus home at 2pm. then after that we were stuck at the customs for a few mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats about everything. getting tired . stopping here :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-968694579208691579?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/968694579208691579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=968694579208691579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/968694579208691579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/968694579208691579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008.html' title='CNY 2008'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-3488050815339877595</id><published>2007-09-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:36:16.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woah.</title><content type='html'>today. is such a PISSED OFF day for me. not only am i sandwiched for help by 2 ppl . im also stressed out . pls. i am a human being for goodness sake .i have my feelings thank you . i was only trying to help . so whatever i have done is just nothing ? DAMN this world. DAMN EVERYTHING i have done . DAMN my life . I so F**King hate everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up at 11. missed both my cca and my maths remedial . then went to WJ's house. as usual we had fun. at least i thought we were. lets just say someone just doesnt wanna be part of whatever's happening. i had to beg him to go. i wouldn't say who. guess who it is then . wow. i did everything just to ask him to participate and play with us. what did i get ? an attitude. a mood swing person . WOW. I BLOODY BEGGED U TO GO WITH US AND THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR THIS ? WELL FINE. NEVER EVER SAY THAT WE PS U THEN. ITS UR OWN FAULT. U DUN WANNA PARTICIPATE IN WHAT WE'RE DOING. WE BEG U. AND ALL U GIVE US IS UR LOUSY STINKING ATTITUDE. WELL FINE THEN. HAVE IT YOUR WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO STRESSED OUT. SANDWICHED BETWEEN GAMING, STUDIES, CCA PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING. sometimes. i wish i wasn't even BORN in this world. WHY be stressed out . WHY should i even be in this world in the first place. ALL I GAINED, WAS BEING BULLIED. WOW. HOW FAIR OF THE WORLD IS THIS. WOOOTT. soon. im gonna be so pissed off, that im going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S sorry for the language above. i am in a bad mood .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-3488050815339877595?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/3488050815339877595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=3488050815339877595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/3488050815339877595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/3488050815339877595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/09/woah.html' title='woah.'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-4769491116904723656</id><published>2007-08-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:35:44.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>wow. so everything's my fault. my fault that i was having a bad mood that day. my fault that mr jae said when we signed our consent forms, we hafta go. WOW. HOW FAIR IS THIS ? so. im just be maligned for everything i did. WOAH. GOOD FOR U ALL THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not having a good day in a week. everyday i get tormented by stress. and wow. my friends still put more pressure on me. what. im a free guy ? i don't think so. i have 8 subjects ok. not like most of u with 7. yeah. u might be thinking what has this gotta do with me. so what u haf 7. one more extra subject is already stressing me out to the core. what. so now, when im so stressful, im being applied more pressure ?currently. it's as if im so stressed out that my head aches. took a mc today. stupid headaches. its as if clamps are applied on both sides of my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped geog TA2. apparently the re-test should be around this week. how i wish blogging can ease my anger. but when i write. i get angrier and angrier. pissed off, and even MORE pissed off. haix. what can i do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahs. Sometimes life just sucks. But i just hate the feeling of being maligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-4769491116904723656?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/4769491116904723656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=4769491116904723656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/4769491116904723656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/4769491116904723656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-4901217707279309805</id><published>2007-07-22T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:03:12.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DAY~</title><content type='html'>Today. A bad day. Irritated. Why do so many people like to be emo ? For what reason ? To be inside the crowd ? To be popular ? Not in a million years. Stop being childish people. Nothing's gonna change if u are emo. Live with that fact. If u wanna change something, be the change itself. Stop wishing it all away as if u are living in wonderland. This is the reality. U cant just wish it all away. Find ways to change. If u can't, NO one's gonna scold u. Absolutely no one. No one can help u if u are really keeping something inside ur heart. I hate emos. They are just LOSERS who can't face reality. They think that its safe to be inside their own wonderland. So what ? Everyone has their own fantasy world, but u think they're emo ? Please. don't be naive. No one can help u if u don't wish to open up and tell others about your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with that first paragraph ? Hmm. Don't wish to talk about it. Anyway. Today was as usual. Although there's nothing usual about the weather today. It kept raining. All day. There were several times when the rain stopped. And as usual, i was mapling all day long. Tch. Died 3 times today in maple. Bleahs seriously bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing maple, as usual, i was watching tv. Sundays have no TV programmes that interested me. Not Discovery Channel, Cartoon Network.... None. Not one programme interested me -_-" anyway. bored. all day long maple. i could have leveled today. BLEAHS. Then at about 7.40+ we went out for dinner. Had beef steak for dinner. Quite nice. The vanilla milkshake that i ordered also tasted quite nice. Then reached home at about 8.45. sat down on my sofa and continued mapling .Then all the emo-ing came -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed with emo. Whats SO great about emo ? I really hate to write about these stuff on my blog. Sorry to all. But i just can't understand. IS EMO-ING REALLY A GOOD THING? bah. if so, please leave a message on my tag or add me at &lt;a href="mailto:noobified.icyfirex@gmail.com"&gt;noobified.icyfirex@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; . bahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all. Stay Happy !!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-4901217707279309805?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/4901217707279309805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=4901217707279309805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/4901217707279309805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/4901217707279309805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/07/bad-day.html' title='BAD DAY~'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-9096952399287727604</id><published>2007-07-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:32:12.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Assignment - Editing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original Passage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studies of prison inmates reveal that as many as 75% of violent offenders had early records of animal cruelty. There is also a high correlation between family violence and animal cruelty. A study in 1983 of New Jersey families referred to youth and family services for reasons of child abuse reported that 88% of cases had at least one member of the household who physically abused animals. An English researcher found that 83% of families reported for animal abuse also had children listed at high risk of abuse or neglect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited Version:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison inmates say that as many as 75% of offenders had records of being cruel to animals. There is a high relation between family and animal abuse. Studies in 1983 of New Jersey families referred to family services for child abuse. 88% of these cases had one member of the family physically abused animal. An English researcher that 83% of families reported for animal abuse had children at high risk of abuse/neglect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-9096952399287727604?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/9096952399287727604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=9096952399287727604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/9096952399287727604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/9096952399287727604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/07/class-assignment-editing.html' title='Class Assignment - Editing'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-6910602810832393015</id><published>2007-07-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:39:09.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG FRIDAY THE 13TH !!!</title><content type='html'>wth.. i noticed this day when i was in school on 11th..crap. knew today was gonna be bad luck ~ and so it happens. almost couldn't go to school on time. luckily mum woke me. or else i would be dead. then, as expected, school was boring as usual. teachers talking, we talking, barely can hear anything in the chaos ~_~. anyway. the first period was class family time. mr jae talked to us about the national day funfair thingy. had no ideas. blur &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;" less intake for us then. continuing that was pe. very boring pe, even though its basketball. we had to pass here pass there ~_~. lame sia. i've played bball alot of times, yet i hafta do this =.= so boring. then fairus and his team were NOT playing fair. seriously. they keep passing close range. bah, would haf really go crazy. seriously. then after that, they played rough. assholes. bunch of them. first they bullied karan. then sabri as well. followed by other teammates. and they still think its funny. crappy dumbasses. immature. bah. was really very pissed off. was about to lose my temper. they dont treat basketball and people seriously. they just think its fun to bully. they make me sick. anyway. after that, i was really really really pissed off. and gladly, the bell rang. went back to class. feeling abit emo O.o seriously was a bad day. -_- then, poa came. as usual 3 periods of poa really made me sleepy. budden i manage to keep awake. i understood most of things that i usually canot do today. WOW. something turned out great today. and dun forget today's friday the 13th. the unlucky day. then, maths came along. mr ang had something to do and a relief teacher came in. the relief teacher was a chinese teacher, but her english was really fluent. didn't manage to finish the work. too hard. and too pissed off with all the noise in the classroom. -_- then came recess. went to wf's class to chat. wj came along shortly. then we talked and talked. what we talked about ? MAPLE. -_- apparently sw has been so away from maple so long that he didn't know the new things. then, english. was scolded by mr jae. only 6 of us came down on time. was scolded for nothing. had to organize the tables for debate. even though i thought it was my unlucky day, i wasn't the group to debate. lucky me. bad thing is, sabri didn't bring his notes, and it meant that i had a good advantage. but, haix. hafta wait for monday. then. school's over. went to wf's house to wait for him to change. then after that, went to wj's house. played maple, pokemon. NINTENDO DS LITE IS SO TEMPTING ~_~. O.o sia. the thing so tempting ~_~. nvm i buy wii first LOL~ anyway after that brian came wj's house. he then realized the greatness of MAPLE LOL~ he finally decided to play maple again . and its good news for me LOL~ anyway. then we went to safra. we waited for pool table or bowling lane. full. very full. full of tp or ite students. then .we saw js jh rence and ck. they were there early. but they still couldn't find a table -_-. bah LOL. we played pool. me and wf were against each other. i was unlucky at first, but at the end, when i was lagging behind by 2 balls, i managed to overtake wf with my 3 BALL SHOOTING XD. the balls were in a line, and i used the cue ball, to smack all. and they went seperate directions. one into the left centre pocket and the other 2 to the left and right pockets respectively. FUNNY SIA. anyway then we played bowling. starting was really a disaster. the highest was me at 65 -_- after one whole game, we found lighter bowling balls. my score then changed. from 65 to 117 LOL~ the last one was a disaster. when i threw the ball, i sort of slid into the runway. and i fell -_- PAIN TO MY BACK~ my back now hurts. and miraculously, i scored a strike. funny eh? then after that game we decided to go home. and later we will be going mapling LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-6910602810832393015?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/6910602810832393015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=6910602810832393015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/6910602810832393015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/6910602810832393015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-friday-13th.html' title='OMG FRIDAY THE 13TH !!!'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-3712459400230229735</id><published>2007-07-04T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:06:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm. what title. OH ya TODAY ~_~</title><content type='html'>today... 4/07/07. very boring. Not the first time in my whole life that a day was boring. Bah. Woke up as usual. unexpectantly i managed to catch the bus even though i left my house late LOL... anyway. when i reached school. its so freaky .. -_- so silent.... i could almost hear cricket O_O. sat down at the usual spot.. talked to sang wei on and on about dota -_-. quitted dota..so boring always kena trashed -_- LOL.. zzz then, as usual, mr tan offed the lights early O_O. for what i have no idea. save electricity ? nah. that few mins more of light wont save much. maybe. Then, first period. HISTORY CORE~ . seriously almost fell asleep because the room was so cozy and there was aircon and the lesson was seriously boring~ then, next lesson ? social studies. talking about it makes me feel weird. 3E3 and 3E5 going on excursion to the parliament house. FOR SOCIAL STUDIES. WTH. why are we not going O_O. don't tell me different dates. i'm not really that dumb. anyway they are going this friday. luckily for me my friends from those classes are coming for cca LOL. then, third lesson. english. as usual mr jae is angry. not really very rare. and we can't blame him. its because some people in our class really are full-time jokers. can't stop talking or laughing. its no wonder teachers would scold more -_- no offense. anyway next came recess. as usual we had no where to go. went to 3E5 classroom for the whole recess. talked about maple maple maple. bleahs. seriously bored of maple. but no more games really interests me. bah. maple is also very boring anyway LOL. anyway after recess was bio. mr chaw was as usual again, being bullied by the class -_- feel so sorry for him. he has to do his job yet no one really listens -_-. anyway next came emaths. mr ang was in a rush because he had a test(not really a test though. the title was holiday assignment O_O). that test was really very simple. finished it within 10 mins. again almost fell asleep. o_O. then finally. the last period of the day. ASSEMBLY. I HATE ASSEMBLY. HAFTA SIT THERE FOR 1 WHOLE HOUR. which always either causes abit of butt cramp and back aches. but aww well. glad today got o'levels in the hall. -_-". or else we would be kept back till 2.30 or even later. -_-. then, i got sabotaged by wf and wj and ax(maybe) and terrence to teach the sec ones -_-. means i hafta stay back till 4.30 O_O. its so boring. before guitar started, me and wf went to fp. wj didn't come. terrence also. so it was left me wf and ax. -_- stupid wj PS us O_O. LOL ~ anyway. ate chicken rice LOL ~ then after that drank anything and went downstairs to fairprice for a little shopping xD. bought a m&amp;amp;m's peanut chocolates. &lt;33 chocolate... then wf called ax asking her what she wanted O_O. she said she wanted cheese. MELTED cheese O_O. wth ? wf and i really had no idea what she wanted. wf almost proceeded to buy cheese cubes LOL~~ in the end i bought only chocolates. wf bought a pack of twisties(cheese) and a pack of chocolate marshmallows. we then went back. the whole sec one guitar was really messy O_O. the instructer apparently wasn't able to grab their attention. saw one sec one girl sitted right at the back, doing what ? doing homework -_-... seriously it was boring. -_- then finally dismissal. we went back home.me and ax takes the bus at the same stop. but different buses. we talked and talked. as usual she bullied me LOL~ okok not say bully. abit on the teasing side. then the bus came. by this time, i was listening to my mp3 on the bus. the bus was really not very crowded. but when reach the TP stop, the bus became full. almost immediately. expected this anyway. the TP students would be dismissed by this time. then, while on the bus, i saw 3 girls. 2 with psp O_O wth. white ones O_O. looks so nice. budden i haf my own..anyway reached my bus stop, walked home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL FOLKS ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-3712459400230229735?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/3712459400230229735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=3712459400230229735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/3712459400230229735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/3712459400230229735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm-what-title-oh-ya-today.html' title='hmm. what title. OH ya TODAY ~_~'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-7448396753094427673</id><published>2007-06-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:54:47.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>"Ring Ring!" went the doorbell. The haunted house at the end of the cul-de-sac was always vacant. Yet there was always rumours that there was someone living in that very house. From the rumours, the house was occupied by an old lady named Mrs Peterson. She was, from the rumours, a bloodthirsty vampire that would come out from the house and suck blood from other people in the cul-de-sac. Evidently, there were frequent cases that there were people being killed or murdered and by the side of the neck was a bite print that was obviously left by a vampire. As in horror stories, the vampire would suck the people's blood from the side of the neck, and would leave as soon as it finish sucking out the blood of the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few cases of deaths, we became very very curious and decided to investigate because none of the police officers in this area were brave enough to go inside the house of Mrs Peterson. Everyday, i would walk by her house and would see several eroded tombstones in front of her house. It made my skin crawl and i would run pass her house. Sometimes i could also see someone standing at the doorway of the house. The bloodshot eyes stared directly at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day, me and my friends who were very curious as of what those tombstones were, we decided to venture into the house for some answers. At 12 midnight, me and my friends met at the gate of the house. We were discussing about the plans for entering the house when suddenly,"CRRRREEEAAAKKK" went the gate and the gate opened. We were appalled but we contained our anxiousness and went in. The frontyard of the house was filled with tombstones, dead trees, crows and even bats. When we stepped foot onto the frontyard, we became very deppressed. We felt as if we had failed in something and was very very deppressed. However, we fought with the deppression and overcame it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted on the way in to prevent ourselves being too afraid. James, on the other hand, was shivering. He was really afraid and we decided that he should go on home. Then, we continued on the venture. The windows would rustle and the trees would sway every now and then. When we set foot on the porch of the house, the door went "CCCCCRRRRREEEEAAAAKKK" and opened by itself. It was as if we were expected. This sent goosebumps to our bodies. We then continued in. The house was filled with dust, and the chandeliers on the ceilings were rusted and were unable to provide enough lighting for us to walk through. Luckily we brought our own torchlights. We shone through the house to get a better picture what the house looks like. The staircases was eroded. The carpets was made from very expensive material, yet it has been abandoned and the whole floor was covered with dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured into the dining room. The room was brightly shone, and there was a scruptious feast on the table, not like the picture we all were expecting to see. Suddenly, there were footsteps coming from the kitchen. "Thud thud thud..." came the footsteps and appearing in front of us was a seventy-year-old lady. She was dressed very sophisticatedly. We were not expecting anyone living in this house. She then said, " Oh dear, you boys look hungry. Won't you join me with this feast ?" We were shocked, but feeling hungry, we sat down. The feast looked very appetising and the smell was heavenly. There was lobsters, prawns, chicken, and even beef. It was mouthwatering and tempting so we decided to eat. We ate like as if we haven't had a proper meal for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after eating, we chatted. Me and my friends found out that the old lady had a very rough life. She was always abused by her parents. Whipping, raining fists on her, these were very common in her household. She knew that when she grew up she would never do what her parents did. True enough, when she got older, got married and had children. She never did what her parents did to her. She treated them with love and concern. In fact, she showered them with too much love that in the end her children became rotten and got spoilt. They often rebelled against her. Her children were scholars, yet no one wants to take care of the Mrs Peterson. She was alone and with no financial support, she had to live in this ragged house. We were so touched by her story that our tears came uncontrollably. We asked her for permission to check out her house and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went into the attic, where most antiques are put. Strangely, she had lots of antiques considering she was poor. But, we went on. Next, we went into her bedroom. Her bedroom was clean and tidy despite the outer appearance of the house. These had started to scare me and my friends. We finally discovered that something was amiss. But as soon as we discovered that, the old lady came from behind and said " Where are you boys going ? We still have a lot in common. Why not stay HERE FOREVER ? " At the sound of that we dashed towards the door. But, the door seems very far even if we continued running. We stopped eventually and turned back, the old lady was now missing. She had just disappeared into thin air, and we can't see her. Suddenly, she appeared right before us. We were very shocked but we decided that shock comes after we ran. We ran as fast as we could to the nearby windows. Again the windows seemed too far for us to reach, so we decided to go down into the basement and try to escape from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the basement. Our eyes were filled with shock as we discover the deep dark secrets of Mrs Peterson's basement. She had tortured many people to death in here. She used flails, maces, chains and even a boiling pot of oil. There were tons of skeletons lying around. Skulls were flung here or there. There was alot of torturous screams coming from the basement itself. Then, we heard footsteps. Mrs Peterson is coming down, and we knew it would be trouble. As she came closer, our heart thumped very strongly. I was frightened, but i knew if i wanted to live i must go hide somewhere else because the place we were hiding was really too cramped, and it was obvious. We went on our seperate ways. I hid behind a shelf full of books. I took one out of the shelf. I saw ancient writings that i couldn't understand, so i hid one under my jacket. She finally appeared. She knew where they were hiding, and they eventually found them. I, on the other hand, slipped pass her where she didn't see me. I went out of the house through the front door. My friends were lost forever. It seemed that they didn't come out alive. I feel sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time i walk pass the house, i would think about my group of friends who lost their lives inside that very house. I would feel guilty for not able to help them. They were the best of friends i had. And due to that incident, i lost all my friends. I feel sorry, but i still had to continue my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-7448396753094427673?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/7448396753094427673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=7448396753094427673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/7448396753094427673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/7448396753094427673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/06/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-8392643642710233810</id><published>2007-05-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:22:40.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleahs.. another fine but boring day. .. woke up at 9+.. still so sleepy after i woke up &gt;&lt;" hahas. anyway. still a boring day. used my brother's laptop and chatted with friends....watched tv also...the weather at noon was very normal.... until abot 2+.... it changed. the weather changed from fair to rough... the clouds started changing to blue to black.... then it started raining... bleahs &gt;&lt;" anyway i was using the laptop all day... so maybe it changed even before i noticed. whatever.... anyway... boring day... even boring programs. yet i got no choice but to watch them &gt;&lt;".. then my tuition teacher came... as usual he nagged alot... but aww well... gotten used to it already... after my tuition... my mom came home .. she was so enthusiastic about todays dinner... we were going out for mother's day dinner since tomorrow's mother's day and she cant make it tomorrow... we went out at about 7... then met up with my brother at bugis junction... the place was swarming with people.... even finding a space at the car park was a chore... but we managed to find the space quite easily.... so im not complaining.... when we went up... the whole place was swarming with people... the place was practically crowded.... we then called my brother where ever he is.. he told us that he was at a restuarant called the coffee connousier or something. not sure of the spelling though... hahas... after searching.. we finally found the place... nice place... its more like a cafe rather than a restaurant... i met my brother's friends.. who was a pair... well... anyway.. the cafe was quite full... and luckily my brother's friend helped us to "book" a place... we then sat down on that table she booked... i was abit on the hungry side.. so i snatched the menu from my mother's hand XD.....lol.... i ordered a smoked salmon something... with spaghetti.. in the end... i ended up eatin my brother's marcaroni with cheese.. my parents thought that i couldn't finish the dish.. so they asked me to change with my brother.. luckily.. i ate not much of it .... so lol... hahas. anyway we finished the meal and came home... nothing much happened at home anyway. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-8392643642710233810?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/8392643642710233810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=8392643642710233810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/8392643642710233810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/8392643642710233810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/05/bleahs.html' title=''/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-8172733099322321494</id><published>2007-04-29T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T03:56:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmms.</title><content type='html'>today's sunday. nothing much to do. people may love sundays, but i particularly hate them. because they are such boring days. there's nothing much to do on sundays. unless, of course, if people ask me out for arcade. but most of the times sundays are just boring days. bleahs ~~ aww well. tomorrow's school as usual. i also hate mondays. seems to be the longest day of the week &gt;&lt;" school ends at 3.45 &gt;&lt;" and when i reach home, its about 4+ &gt;&lt;" then, i hafta take a nap cause i know that i would be sleepy &gt;&lt;" which leaves me about a few hours left for computer, homework and tv &gt;&lt;" bleahs.. tomorrow's monday is the worse day. HAIR CHECK . don't know why my school has hair check every month.its just a goddamn waste of our parents money trying to cut our hairs. other schools doesn't have that ..... bleahs stupid discipline master of mine &gt;&lt;" waste money &gt;&lt;" alot of people in my school would agree escpecially those whose hair grow faster than mine ..i consider my hair to be growing fast.and when i say fast it really is fast. for people like us , its a waste of money trying to cut every now and then .argh... i admit. my hair is really long.in fact, i hafta wear a hairband to keep my fringe up. &gt;&lt;" man,.. sometimes my fringe irritates me &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways todays usual.. nothing to do. as usual. games are so boring nowadays. although im planning to buy the new nintendo wii but.. aww well. im still in need of a few hundred &gt;&lt;" bleahs anyyway my computer is laggy as usual. but i can live with that. luckily my bro gotta new lappy. so i can sit at my living room surfing the netand watching tv at the same time .lols. &gt;&lt;" i know i have been bragging XD but thats ok xD... anyway. i went to my computer room for some ratchet and clank action which i borrowed from my friend XD.. hahahs.still that could not quench my thirst for interest. &gt;&lt; in the end i went back to my living room to watch tv . tv' s also not that intersting nowadays. now u know why i hate sundays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-8172733099322321494?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/8172733099322321494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=8172733099322321494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/8172733099322321494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/8172733099322321494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmms.html' title='hmms.'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-117577251711347563</id><published>2007-04-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:33:24.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iconnexion day.</title><content type='html'>bleahs. today's iconnexion day. which means that i dun hafta go to skl XD. hahas. well.woke up at about 8+ while we can only login into the website at 11. zz felt so tired. yet i couldn't sleep anymore. then, i tried to waste some time by playing some silly ol' games. but sometimes, silly ol' games can be great to waste time on since its so silly and so old XD. anyway. finally reached 11am. then i tried to login. ITS SO BLOODY LAG. zz i couldn't do any of my assignments. bleahs in the end luckily we must do our maths assignment on another webby. s0 i only finish 1 out of the six assignments that i was supposed to finish. when i went to the webby, i couldn't even see the page. the page was completely white. no words, no pics nothing. getting fed up &gt;.&lt;" VERY SLOW CONNECTION. for ppl like me , who use fast connections, it was torture. for the whole hour i tried to login. the page was either the page is currently not available, or the page u are trying to connect is currently unavailable, please try again later.BLEAHS. luckily they extended the iconnexion assignments to sunday. or else i wouldn't never have finished the assignments. xD anyway, after the iconnexion thingy, i went out to watch tv. tv was always the same , loved the tom and jerry though XD and der what's new scooby doo. hahas. loved cartoons!! cartoons rocks !! after that, at about 2pm, i went out. i, my brother and father, was planning to play bowling at one of the safra resorts. unexpectantly, the charges were so bloody expensive. it was about $3.90 per game. when i saw the charges, i was shocked. it was so expensive. we didn't know that they charged for eves of holidays. bleahs . in the end, we never gotta play bowling. but we made a change of plans. LOL. we went to katong shopping centre to play pool. the pool there was ok. we reached there at about 3pm. after reaching we went to the basement floor where the food centre is located. i didn't have my lunch so i ate there. the chicken rice was quite alright. my brother's friends arrived. they were at the singapore poly for dunno what thing. bleahs . then we proceeded to play pool. we booked 2 tables. there were 6 of us, which means that we hafta split turns. means that 2 ppl would be sitting out while the 4 of them split into 2 grps to play. i was in the first group.i tried my best to win but just cant. so ohh well. at least i tried my best. i also know my abilities. can't compare myself to my brother's friends who are so "experienced" in pool. but at the end, i managed to win 2 matches. one was against my brother, while the other one was with my brother's friend. then, we decided that it was time to go home. we were all tired. i felt disappointed because i was having a streak but i don't feel like being a party pooper. so i went with them. we bade farewell to 2 of my brother's friends at the nearest bus stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-117577251711347563?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/117577251711347563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=117577251711347563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/117577251711347563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/117577251711347563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/04/iconnexion-day.html' title='iconnexion day.'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-117141554523237129</id><published>2007-02-13T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:43:14.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Looking at the sweet wrappers, James reprimanded himself. He wanted to apologise, but she was no where to be found.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Ahhh Darn i missed her. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; James thought to himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. 'Now i will never have a chance to tell her I love her.' James tried hard to fight back his tears, but his tears were overpowering. He could not resist crying. He was sad. He wanted time to reverse so that he had the chance to apologise for what he had done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;       Tearfully, James reminded himself of the past. He used to be the boyfriend of Samantha. They used to be very close, most of the time was spent with each other. Whether was it swimming, tennis, shopping, almost everything was spent with each other. They went everywhere together. They were like honey and bees, almost inseperable. They did everything together. But THAT particular day, it happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;       It was a dark and stormy night, at the chalet which was booked by James to celebrate their 3rd anniversary. There was party, and it was meant to be a surprise for Samantha when she came. He had prepared everything, from punch to sweets. Everything. And he was going to propose to her on that day. However, no matter how long he waited, Samantha never came. James tried to call her on the phone a few times but all he recieved was a busy message. 'Where could she be? She should be here by now!' James thought. However, the guests were starting to feel that she would never come. John, who was James' best friend, and bridegroom-to-be, tried to convince him. James, on the other hand, tried hard to convince himself. He believed that she would appear. James was beggining to lose hope as time flew. He fell asleep soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;       The next day, James woke up. He scanned the surroundings. 'Still no sight of her..' James thought to himself. He finally gave up and decided to return home where he could continue calling her. His handphone was out of battery and the phone at the chalet were too expensive to use, considering his handphone bills were off the scale. Most people spend too much on their handphone bills when they are in a relationship, and the same goes for James. He took the bus 17 back to his house in Bedok. Feeling tired, he tried hard to keep his eyes open so that he can call Samantha for her whereabouts. He called, called and called. But, still no response from her handphone.'Where could she have gone?' James thought. 'I'm her boyfriend. I should have the right to know where she has gone.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;        James tried to find her by going to wherever she likes to go when she's with him. James scoured every inch of Orchard Road. But, to his dismay, still no sign of her. He began to worry.'Where could she go? Even so, she should have told me about this.' He scoured the places she used to go. But she was nowhere to be seen. James finally lost hope. He called Samatha's parents for the whereabouts of Samantha. They told him that she had not been home for 3 days.'But that's not possible! How can she be gone for 3 days without telling me?' James felt angry, but he knew that he should find Samantha first. Then, while he was walking, his handphone rang.*RING RING* James answered,"Hello? This is James speaking. Who's on the line?" The caller gave a sly laugh and replied,"Hahahaha. I've kidnapped your precious girlfriend.If you want her back, give me a ransom of 10 million dollars! Or I will shred her into pieces and you will never see her again! Make your choice....." The phone started buzzing. The signal faded, James could not believe this was happening to him. ' How am i supposed to find 10 million dollars in such a short time?' James thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;         He decided to tell Samantha's parents. No doubt they should know, the kidnappers should have called them for the ransom. James went to Samantha's house. Surprisingly, they were suprised to see him. They asked why he was here, and where Samantha was. James, at that time, decided to try and hide the truth in order not to shock them. But his eyes betrayed him, and he could not resist the fear left in his eyes. Samantha's parents then repeated their question. James, who finally cannot resist the temptation, told them that Samantha was kidnapped, and they wanted a ransom of 10 million dollars. Samantha's parents, now worried about their daughter's safety, suggested that they should call the police and inform them about it. Initially James agreed, but the moment he agreed, they received a phone call. It was from the kidnappers."Hello again. Have you made up your mind? We here are not very patient." James replied, "Ok ok. You will have your 10 million dollars. Just tell me where to leave the money." The kidnappers said,"Great decision. Just put the money in a bag and leave it inside the rubbish bin at the park. No tricks. If i find out that there are police involvement, your girlfriend is dead meat. Understand? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       James didn't know what hit him. He knew he can't have 10 million dollars, nor does Samantha's parents. He started to panic but he didn't show it out. Samantha's parents started worrying. They thought of any possibilities of her whereabouts. Just then, James brainstormed an idea. He started to grin, and Samantha's parents thought." Why is he laughing to himself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The next day, James went to the park with a bag full of empty notes. Policemen in cover were nearby, preparing to jump in on the kidnapper trying to collect the money. James felt afraid,'What if they find out that the police were involved in this? Will they really kill Samantha?' he thought. He had prepared for the worse, along with Samantha's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        3 hours later, a man who was in khaki shorts, polo shirt and wore a mask appeared. He was scanning left and right for everything. The police believed that he was the man. When he put his hand into the rubbish bin, the police who were undercover rushed in on him. Panicking, the man dropped the bag, but he found out that the police were practically surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When the man was caught, he requested to talk to James."Bad choice. I knew you would call the police. That's why I've killed your precious girlfriend even before coming. You will never find her, NOT even her corpse.Hahahahaha!" James was dumbstruck. What happened was the real thing. Samantha's DEAD. He started to cry. He just couldn't fight back his tears. When Samantha's parents arrived at the scene, James was already full of tears. He was devastated. His girlfriend for 3 years is gone, just like that. He couldn't help her in any way. He felt guilty. He knew that his decision caused his girlfriend's death. However, on the other hand, Samantha's parents handled it quite well. They tried to console James, saying that it was not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         A few days after that, James was totally devastated. He didn't went to work and he didn't ate. All because he was too sad to eat or do anything else. He held Samantha's picture in his hand.Thinking back, he cried. Then, he held sweets. Those sweets were given by Samantha. It was a pack of expensive sweets. James could not bear to eat them. He realised that the pack of sweets was the last present given by Samantha. Then, the phone rang. *RING RING* James answered it, and the man on the line was a police officer. He told James that they have found Samantha's body, totally naked. They believed that the kidnappers had raped her before they killed her. This made James angry, but there was nothing he could do, because a few of the kidnappers were still roaming free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It's now the 5th anniversary of James and Samantha's relationship. But, James was still devastated. For 2 years he cried and mourned for her. And now today, he stood there, in front of Samantha's tomb. He just tried to stay happy, but his happiness eluded him. All that was shown on his face was sadness.He knew that today was their anniversary, but instead of being happy, James felt sad.Motionless, he stood. Then, he offered her fresh flowers and something not expected. He returned her the pack of sweets given to him. Then, turning, he left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-117141554523237129?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/117141554523237129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=117141554523237129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/117141554523237129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/117141554523237129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweets.html' title='Sweets'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-116887082362110671</id><published>2007-01-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T06:20:23.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15-1-07</title><content type='html'>bleahs.another boring day at skool.hw, teachers, bleahs.so boring.im bored.another tiring day at skool.&gt;.&lt;". man. schools so tiring.u get to sit there listening to teachers all day long. bleahs. its hard to concentrate or focus &gt;.&lt;" sometimes we can just doze off while the teachers r talking &gt;.&lt;.then the teachers blame us for it.man.so unfair.they were dhe ones who make us canot concentrate and canot stay awake.its not our fault that their lessons r boring &gt;.&lt;".*Yawn* doing hw is so boring.yet we hafta do it becoz the teacher wants us to do it &gt;.&lt;".HW STINKS XD.man.. so tiring and bored..another boring day at skool.teachers talk so much &gt;.&lt;.. then skool released us so late.by the time i reached home its already 4.30&gt;.&lt;..barely much time to do our hw, take a shower,watch tv and play computer lerhh. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;" thanks to the timetable, i changed my hating day to MONDAYS.thursdays is the hottest.we haf PE in the afternoon.sometimes mr alsagoff wants us to run around the skool.OMG its like 12pm LOR.SO LATE.THEN SO IN THE AFTERNOON LEH.U WANT US TO BECOME ROAST CHICKEN RUNNING IN THE SUN ARH. OMG.damn hot.&gt;.&lt;"then first time run 2.4km after 3 months of no practice is really a challenge.AND yet the challenge left my legs numb for 4 days.WOW.OMG.its even harder to walk &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;" then even worse.when got ghost movies i die le.obviously becoz i cant watch ghost movies.my brain functions twice as fast to generate the image of the ghost in my head.that makes my head think of that picture for the whole night, tossing and turning in bed.cant sleep.really.stupid brain of mine.so much imagination.anyways.back to my story in skool &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;"anyway. i finished my book report even be4 mr jae ever told us to do it &gt;.&lt;.just becoz of a mistake in my ears.thanks to that mistake i dont haf to do the report xD coz i haf one copy inside my computer.I FEEL SO HAPPY XD. anyway. after POA ended, i rushed to the busstop.while in POA class it was already raining.luckily i got my umbrella, or else i woulddhaf been drenched.xD.on the way there,i took out my CREATIVE ZEN V PLUS for music.its so hard to survive without music.even when writing this post im also listening to music.i just cant imagine how life would be like if i was deaf.Boredom would fill my world.anyway.i walked steadily to the bus stop.i saw a bus docked there on that bus stop. i took a closer look. oooh. its not my bus.then i slowed down my pace.little did i noe that there was a 69 bus behind &gt;.&lt;" and just becoz i didnt see properly made me lose the bus &gt;.&lt;" damnit.why must the bus stay behind the one in front &gt;.&lt;" i coulddhaf gotten home at 4.15 BUT thanks to that bus i had to wait for another one.i was angry,but oh well. things like that happen to me all the time, so they dun really bother me too much.i have no idea why but i started glancing back.maybe becoz i was waiting for my friends but bahh. i dun care XD. they were always slower then me.EVERY single time.i grow bored just waiting for them.&gt;.&lt;"then just before dhe bus came,the girl i "admired"/"liked" appeared in front of me &gt;.&lt;" embarrassing  moment but i was saved by the bus (THANKS BUS) XD.then i reached home at about 4.30pm.where i changed into home clothes, played computer, watch tv.man.so boring &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-116887082362110671?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/116887082362110671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=116887082362110671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/116887082362110671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/116887082362110671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-1-07.html' title='15-1-07'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-116861218891697661</id><published>2007-01-13T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:31:40.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today 13-1-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"   &gt;bleahs.. stupid internet... stupid comp.. stupid earthquake...stupid idiotic things &gt;.&lt;"....i wrote a post 4 dunno how many times and now i hafta rewrite the whole thing again...MAN...zzz well anyway... today's the CCA fair...where the Sec 1s are going to choose their CCAs...I was there as well, but i dunno why i went there for.I wasn't even in a CCA then.&gt;.&lt;". u could say i was CCA-less,but after today i had my own CCA, called GUITAR XD.Hmm.Anyway. I was there for nothing actually.Brought along my guitar,which was supposed to be my brother's one.Well whatever, he's not using it anymore so might as well recycle it XD.Hmm,the CCA fair was crowded . Reached school at about 8.50.Went straight to the guitar club post.Apparently i know none of the ppl in that particular CCA except for maybe a few.&gt;.&lt;". i still joined anyway.it's the only thing i could do for missing CCA so long.if i must total up, maybe up till a whole year.i wanna go JC, but thanks to my CCA and that stupid disgusting ASSHOLE who calls himself the coach &gt;.&lt;".What a creep.He's such a !@#$%.i hate that person.even though he was trying to boost our morale (HE WAS MORE INSULTING THAN BOOSTING), he was abit too strict.NOT everyone is perfect in the whole wide world.he didn't hafta speak in such a mean way.my brother who saw the coach also said that his eyes revealed a spark of "NOT GOING TO PLAY BASKETBALL ANY LONGER" look.bleahs. enuf talking abt that guy. the past is the past. u can do nothing to alter the past except go back in time.&gt;.&lt;".if only that coach wasnt the coach in the first place i wouldnt haf changed my CCA.dumb coach.whatever.anyway the CCA fair was busy. i sat there talking to my friend at the guitar club post.his coach was good.he even said that his coach was rich, and said that his guitar is worth alot.approximately 2000.even an idiot could tell that his guitar was expensive.the casing itself was expensive and different from most of the other members.wow. his casing was like the band instrument box, except it was shaped like a guitar. and inside it was a guitar.the coach's guitar was special.it was made out of special wood which complexion is different from regular guitars.his guitar strings was twirled around a point at the top.most probably he had changed the strings more often then i thought.to me, even if im seeing him for the first time, i can see that he is very devoted to guitar.he would spent alot of money just for guitar.anyway,the teacher in charge was mr lim, who likes singing and said that singing is his only forte.well, maybe i see it in him.he really is a good singer.pity hes too old XD.well just kidding anyway.he sang and sang.&gt;.&lt;". its like as if hes trying to draw attention to ask ppl to join guitar.guitar club is a nice club, no doubt about that.anyway. i joked with my friend, saying that guitar is the 2nd choir of the school, because guitar members get to sing whenever they feel like it XD.at about 9-10am, the members were trying to figure out what song to perform later at 12pm. they were supposed to perform 10 songs or lesser if im not mistaken.&gt;.&lt;" LOL.they later fell desperate or smth. they even wanted to sing chinese new year song LOL..o my god &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;. no common sense. i dun wanna waste my post on writing on him.bleahs.then after tuition i wanted to continue napping but i cant. i have no idea why. my body is going crazy.&gt;.&lt;. i cant sleep at night. almost every night. when i go to bed at 10, i toss and turn in bed, turning till i can get so bored to watch vcds. omg.whats happening to me ? i dun haf a clue.luckily i still can wake up in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-116861218891697661?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/116861218891697661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=116861218891697661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/116861218891697661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/116861218891697661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-13-1-07.html' title='Today 13-1-07'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38555584.post-116831587934952197</id><published>2007-01-08T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:17:12.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain can mean a lot of things, such as the rain itself and currently there's a Korean singer named Rain. I'm sure you heard of him. He's quite famous these days. Well, for me? I don't really like rain. It stinks having to stay at home even if there's a computer and a playstation 2 at home.It doesn't make a difference even if i like staying at home. You will get bored soon enough. I have grown bored playing playstation 2 and computer games such as Warcraft 3 and Defence of the Ancients. I used to play maplestory when it's raining and I'm at home. But as days passed i realised that maplestory can be so boring and yet interesting at the same time. But it's still starting to bore me. Recently i started playing maplestory again for the simple reason of being bored. Its just that its so hard to train into a higher level. Raining also keeps us from doing what we like. Like for me, Basketball is what i like and when it rains, i can't play basketball because it would be dangerous and you can injure yourself easily. I've played basketball in the rain before. Even though it's dangerous, i still continued due to the fact that i like basketball. I aspire to be in the basketball team but that's just a distant dream away from the actual me. The actual me is currently CCA-less, but i plan on joining Guitar Club, for the simple reason that it is simple, much less energy consuming and my friends are inside. They keep saying how Guitar is fun. Raining can both be a good thing and a bad thing. Even though they are a nuisance sometimes, I've learnt to stay active even during raining days. Well NOT that active like jumping everywhere, running. I am not such a hyperactive person who is so hyperactive that i cannot stay in a place for very long. I am more of a SHY person then hyperactive person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38555584-116831587934952197?l=xiaonoobish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/feeds/116831587934952197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38555584&amp;postID=116831587934952197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/116831587934952197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38555584/posts/default/116831587934952197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xiaonoobish.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>XiaoNoobish!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
