<?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-35891878</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:45:48.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changyen(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2292312167611178750</id><published>2009-12-29T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:38:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA. I know I haven't updated for ages. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;This is just to please Ruth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is over:( And as usual, my parents didn't give me any present.&lt;br /&gt;But! I spent my day after boxing day with a bunch of dears so I guess Christmas was fun afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we were all stranded at Jurong Point after catching Sherlock Holmes till around 0015! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever. Another 2 weeks till we get our results. Shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2292312167611178750?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2292312167611178750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2292312167611178750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2292312167611178750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2292312167611178750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/12/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1251063001377855272</id><published>2009-10-14T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:51:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E math, A math-Done.&lt;br /&gt;History, Social Studies-Done.&lt;br /&gt;Geography-Half done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with Chemistry and Physics! Plus Human Geography :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;We're reaching the finish line soon! Let's all get our personal first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1251063001377855272?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1251063001377855272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1251063001377855272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1251063001377855272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1251063001377855272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-math-math-done.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-939981028609694868</id><published>2009-10-06T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:56:17.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go of what's in front of me here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're leaving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the morning, when you wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave me with some proof its not a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWENTY DAYS TO GO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to do your best people :D whoohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-939981028609694868?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/939981028609694868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=939981028609694868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/939981028609694868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/939981028609694868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-tight-grip-on-reality-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1645049416017235532</id><published>2009-10-02T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:04:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to sing!&lt;br /&gt;I will own you all!!!!~ HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;That's me going nuts. Watch me disappear.&lt;br /&gt;It's the FINAL FINAL LAP.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't really bring myself to believe it's actually here. It's all getting a little freaky, but I'm sure I can conquer it. Faith tells me so. (Alright, I don't know whether it's the way to put it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a few hundred bucks by TWO PLACES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You built a life of magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because your real life was tragic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1645049416017235532?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1645049416017235532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1645049416017235532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1645049416017235532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1645049416017235532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-going-to-sing-i-will-own-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6838203280804510464</id><published>2009-09-24T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:20:13.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank God for giving me those History marks. I know I didn't study hard enough for Social Studies, and so I got my just desserts:/ Praise God all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were awesome, actually.&lt;br /&gt;I passed both my sciences! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY ENTIRE UPPER SECONDARY HISTORY I PASSED BOTH SCIENCES. At least, in a major examination.&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 still remains at 10:D&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NOTHING to blog about besides results. And I need to study!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Paramore's album! :D Fantastic. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6838203280804510464?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6838203280804510464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6838203280804510464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6838203280804510464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6838203280804510464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thank-god-for-giving-me-those-history.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1407456577024207834</id><published>2009-09-15T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:15:03.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No school today! Tomorrow marks the almost-ending of Prelims. Which just means that there are only 40days left to official O levels and Xinping's birthday! Geez. What I'm really looking forward to? My friends from overseas coming over to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my contacts yesterday :/ Gross to insert, absolutely disgusting to dig out.&lt;br /&gt;But it's fun either way, because I don't need the saline! (Daily disposable what!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must must must suceed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not replying the tags! Haven't came online in quite awhile. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1407456577024207834?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1407456577024207834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1407456577024207834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1407456577024207834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1407456577024207834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-school-today-tomorrow-marks-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5033409896221399978</id><published>2009-09-08T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:42:32.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS YOU! :D HAHAHAHA. YES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am EXCITED for Mission Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Chinese trip today. Maybe next time the mooncakes you eat will be made by me. Oh no. I'm really blogging nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to town with Jiamin to get Paramore's CD.&lt;br /&gt;Lag time of like... 3 years, but hey! It was 2 for $30 anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tomorrow :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5033409896221399978?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5033409896221399978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5033409896221399978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5033409896221399978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5033409896221399978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you-d-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2907970752196841068</id><published>2009-09-01T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:57:49.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohyeah. Mum just signed the form for Mission Trip!&lt;br /&gt;Cambodiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;I like kids, but no, I'm no Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. I'm looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to reach out to those children there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for lending me your shoulder(I'd rather say lending me a listening ear because it was via phone), or so you claim, because I really needed to get it all out.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for cheering me up and giving me advice.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being nice enough to sacrifice your sleep to listen to my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that someone who has been feeling unappreciated and upset, I urge you to start doing things for God instead. I'm sure when you give Him your best, He'll never be disappointed in you. Work hard. I trust you can do it. It wasn't easy for me to catch up in sec2, but I did it in the end. You can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math tuition and Geography revision later:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the memories; really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2907970752196841068?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2907970752196841068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2907970752196841068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2907970752196841068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2907970752196841068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohyeah.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5915353682994734781</id><published>2009-08-31T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:58:38.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a circle, a mean cycle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brown hair rules.&lt;br /&gt;Self-explanatory(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos with Chanel and Jiamin today!&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin didn't listen to my dedication just for her :(&lt;br /&gt;So I'm supposed to call AGAIN on Wednesday. But it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;That girl is nuts! She wants the DELUXE edition of Paramore's album! Whoaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're going to get it girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is shopping with my mummy!&lt;br /&gt;Means crumpler, heels and clothes! All over again.&lt;br /&gt;My mum rocks! Honestly-even without the shopping included.&lt;br /&gt;She's the funniest mum ever! Muackzxzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood donation, exams. What else? It was fun though. Josh was looking at me because he didn't want to stare at the needle poking through his skin. Eek. And I was supposed to be looking at him, but my eyes somehow diverted to the needle instead. Talk about disgusting. It was fun to look at the pack being filled up with my blood, though. I'm going to donate blood in November again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day celebration this year was probably the most comical ever.&lt;br /&gt;But I especially loved the band! Woo. Awesome job done.&lt;br /&gt;Went home almost straight after :/&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of not visiting my primary school for my whole four years in secondary school. No particular inclination though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I truly feel like I'm not feeling anything at all. (See how the sentence contradicts itself?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing really seems to get to me anymore. Or are those tear glands malfunctioning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give it one last shot. And if I pull no punches for that shot, don't blame me. Because I'm never going to try again. It'll be as harsh as it possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5915353682994734781?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5915353682994734781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5915353682994734781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5915353682994734781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5915353682994734781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/08/brown-hair-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4976207741158727766</id><published>2009-08-28T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:58:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Jia Min! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe I should call Muttons tonight and dedicate Paramore's Ignorance just for you.&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Should I? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of the prelim papers are over, besides A maths and English, of course. There's still Geography paper2, Physics&amp;amp;Chemistry paper1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to aim 40/50 for Geography paper2 at least.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry must get full marks! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've finally got a feeling I may be able to pass Physics and Chemistry this time round. Really! I'm awfully happy now, but I'll still have to wait for the results to see if it really happens-doh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review, review.&lt;br /&gt;Emaths: Beyond description. The amount of careless mistakes? Enough to kill. Self explanatory. But I won't get below a B3 I suppose. That's way below standard.&lt;br /&gt;History: Oh, a pretty good paper. Nazi Germany came out! *heaves a sigh of relief*. I just hope I do as well for SBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Woooo. I've got a feeling I can pass. I shall score well for paper1 and get at least a B. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: Right. I studied Venice but I did Bonding Singapore. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH ME?! SBQ PLEASEEEEEEE HELP.&lt;br /&gt;Physics: I could do most of the questions! I do feel accomplished because I believe God helped me a whole deal. I didn't study much and wasn't really confident of anything, but I prayed and-yeah! I could do more than what I could ever do before.&lt;br /&gt;Geography(P1): Decent. 40 and above please. Natural Vegetation was pretty much a breeze. Though I hope saying this won't get me manslaughtered if i score below 40. Did Plate Tectonics for the first time. I'd say it was good, considering the fact that I only started studying this topic in August this year. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the whole, prelims was decent. Except Emaths. I think I went bonkers that day and got so careless :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood donation tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4976207741158727766?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4976207741158727766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4976207741158727766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4976207741158727766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4976207741158727766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-yong-jia-min-d-maybe-i.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7339337163685912367</id><published>2009-08-14T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:14:43.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fragile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable week, on the whole. Considering the fact that I got to study my Social Studies at long last. Should start on revision for History, Chemistry and Physics already. Last 3 subjects! (Okay, okay-maybe Geography too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has been using me as a model for her to practice tying french braids. I prefer this term rather than 'scorpion'. Geez. Guess what? She's been doing that every night :D I feel a teeny bit retarded because I can't tie it on my own though. Hands always get tangled up despite the fact that I know where they're going :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level English Oral next Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary Examinations one week later!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be back for a serious update anytime soon. Besides, since when have my updates been worth reading? whoopee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-7339337163685912367?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/7339337163685912367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=7339337163685912367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7339337163685912367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7339337163685912367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/08/fragile-enjoyable-week-on-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4987259464926698158</id><published>2009-08-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:36:32.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smiley-smile.&lt;br /&gt;Opening Ceremony was a blast. Yes, I do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Absolute nostalgia when we went to the Student Plaza at around 9pm after the entire 9 course dinner(woooo! Sherry mistook sliced mushrooms for abalone -.-!)to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;I love UG council '09! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was... school again today-as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have anything special. Recollections and whatnot, then back to the classroom to have lessons and Chemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ion Orchard with my mummy! Shopped like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;New wallet, new clothes, good food!&lt;br /&gt;Yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study!&lt;br /&gt;I ought to buck up. Now.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE UG COUNCIL! YAYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Uhoh, pardon my randomness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4987259464926698158?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4987259464926698158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4987259464926698158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4987259464926698158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4987259464926698158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/08/smiley-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6925788774869257587</id><published>2009-07-31T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:32:26.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 days to Preliminary Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half done with my revision, to put it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that voice, those eyes and that smile!&lt;br /&gt;Woooo. I'm going nuts. Ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;Stress level is a little too high for me to handle currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6925788774869257587?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6925788774869257587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6925788774869257587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6925788774869257587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6925788774869257587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/24-days-to-preliminary-examinations.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1919482908017496385</id><published>2009-07-27T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:04:32.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I really am fuelled by competition.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, my own self-motivation to beat everyone else, which is pretty much the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Perhaps it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't help it at times.&lt;br /&gt;The comparison going on is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers who have high expectations and all-though I definitely agree that's good. I do want to get an A1 for Geography, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to change.&lt;br /&gt;I have to change to be fuelled by God.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what I got from the talk with Daniel this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I know everything else is meaningless when God isn't in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;So I must change! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start really involving God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Be it slowly or not, at least I'll be doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE STAGNANT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1919482908017496385?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1919482908017496385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1919482908017496385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1919482908017496385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1919482908017496385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-guess-i-really-am-fuelled-by.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8138980616264202047</id><published>2009-07-26T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:49:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not half dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm half alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got my DI badge during P&amp;amp;D yesterday, together with Jacelyn and Siwei.&lt;br /&gt;Just figured out how funny Miss Tay is :/ Promised not to tell!&lt;br /&gt;But when Ms Hee said that "GB believes in 4 'F's(Friendship, Fellowship, Fun, and something else-.-)", all of us, inclusive of Miss Tay and her friend, kept going "FOOOOD!", which was only mentioned last. And it wasn't even supposed to be part of the Four Fs anyway! Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learnt: When food is free, eat your fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently going nuts over Fujifilm Instax Mini 7s White! (Cleo's is chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;Going to get it ASAP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been gruelling.&lt;br /&gt;Physically exhausted. (Told 'ya I'm half alive)&lt;br /&gt;But this is the last lap already! I'm so going to own this race at the very end. Ha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jiamin, YOU FINALLY TAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;()&amp;amp;^$)&amp;amp;@)#&amp;amp;)!@ hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8138980616264202047?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8138980616264202047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8138980616264202047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8138980616264202047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8138980616264202047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-half-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2307253993816052897</id><published>2009-07-17T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:09:36.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To try and be is better than not being at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, some pictures from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSCF2024.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSCF2328.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice buildings! I'm no photographer, and the photos I took do absolutely no justice to the place. But the place is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSCF2351.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSCF2462.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with one of the waitresses of the restaurant we went to at the top of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSCF2482.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mummy and my sister. (I sound like Chanel. "My mummy")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSCF2605.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! With my new, good friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.G.I.F people!&lt;br /&gt;Finally rested today. Recharged and game for anything!&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Went crazy with Maybelline, Faiziyyah and Irfaniah on the same topic today!&lt;br /&gt;Was really really exciting. Plus, we're borrowing Faiziyyah's ethnic costume. Hopefully I can fit into it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Friday! Friday! Friday! Yet again. It'll be so fun to go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's planning to bring us to Hongkong at the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we could go shopping :D and eating all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is my favourite exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2307253993816052897?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2307253993816052897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2307253993816052897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2307253993816052897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2307253993816052897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-try-and-be-is-better-than-not-being.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4190613568552355126</id><published>2009-07-15T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:32:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday, ALREADY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw them having rehearsal for Opening Ceremony! (:&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to hug you, Charmaine Bay!!&lt;br /&gt;Reena and Peiru are nuts! But it sure made my day. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;PE tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similes:&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo is to Chanel as Manly is to Jessie, just like In Between is to Changyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence Chanel! I just thought of this. And the overall joke is supposed to be me. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazingly fun time editing lyrics with Jessie today. We thought of the exact same sentences at LEAST twice. Word-for-word :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4190613568552355126?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4190613568552355126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4190613568552355126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4190613568552355126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4190613568552355126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-wednesday-already-saw-them-having.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4186967258795641311</id><published>2009-07-12T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:48:39.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Absolute turnoff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to get another Praia after the O's-with Peiru :D&lt;br /&gt;Set! I want a bright coloured one! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study. Study. Study.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I do have something else I want to say. If I don't say it, I'll probably feel uncomfortable the rest of the day(because I can rant tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.O.P.Y.C.A.T.&lt;br /&gt;Totally disgusted me to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessie, you should've seen my horrified face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally embarrassed! For one, it's the exact same thing!&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;CLASHED&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;MINE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nowonder I had the "I'm-so-going-to-vomit" feeling after dinner. Perhaps the retrospection had caused that nausea. (Actually it was because of the donuts right after dinner, but you get the idea anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, TOO BAD. I'm going to get it again; not that I'm bothering about you having it, but I want another one which won't get dirty so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that.&lt;br /&gt;(Honestly, I don't know whether that was harsh or too direct, but I'm blogging in the most discreet way possible. Pardon me if you get mistaken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Tan Chu Wen-YOU ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! Told you to read this! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4186967258795641311?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4186967258795641311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4186967258795641311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4186967258795641311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4186967258795641311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/absolute-turnoff.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3449119423652063552</id><published>2009-07-09T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:48:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotcha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm online. I don't know for what reason either.&lt;br /&gt;There's a Chemistry test tomorrow on Energy Changes :[&lt;br /&gt;And I'm NOT confident. Oh wait, since when was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have no idea what to blog about except for my on-going craving for donuts and brownies now. Grrr. I honestly want to eat donuts and brownies. Or maybe not. I'm not making sense, am I? Brownies with crisp tops and gooey insides are the bomb! :D Uhoh. Maybe I should at least try to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-am-starting-to-type-nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Can't wait for tomorrow. It's the end of the week! Wait-ALREADY?!&lt;br /&gt;This rat race is absolutely out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Jessie, Chanel, Jacelyn! Sentosa with our NUM tank tops please! Once you guys get them. *bursts out in evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3449119423652063552?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3449119423652063552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3449119423652063552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3449119423652063552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3449119423652063552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/gotcha.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5244203418459314581</id><published>2009-07-07T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:04:37.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know. This is definitely not the time to be blogging, but since I'm online to do my CIP reflection, I might as well update(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty much fun. Considering the fact that we do not have to move around like crazy chimpanzees anymore, it is awesome. Besides, I'm sitting next to crazy Maybelline who's really weird. Nah, kidding. :D I'm just excited about the revision and stuff that will be and is going on. It's amazing to see 4years of secondary school life just flash past like that anyway! Including all the files we've accumulated. Yes, teachers are asking us to file according to topic. Imagine! I have 9 subjects in total(Count Social Studies and History separately)and I have more than 200 chapters EASILY. Won't that make 200 files if all teachers told us to file topically? LOL. I'm not complaining, just exaggerating a little :P whoopsadaisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I was talking to Jiamin about how tiring it is for us to stay until 4.30pm everyday IN SCHOOL. So, she told me to look on the brighter side-ask for O levels to come faster so that we can stop school totally. Yeah, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! I've got my CIP reflection to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT DONUTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5244203418459314581?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5244203418459314581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5244203418459314581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5244203418459314581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5244203418459314581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5635443763226746631</id><published>2009-06-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:04:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5635443763226746631?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5635443763226746631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5635443763226746631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5635443763226746631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5635443763226746631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-d.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3555007464180384752</id><published>2009-06-15T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:45:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Through you, I can do anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can do all things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's you who gives me strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is impossible!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every fight in our minds,&lt;br /&gt;Every victory dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for these crazy posts which seemingly have no meaning at all!&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, a meaning you may not understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3555007464180384752?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3555007464180384752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3555007464180384752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3555007464180384752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3555007464180384752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-you-i-can-do-anything-i-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6896471100564769412</id><published>2009-06-15T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:43:10.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever it is, remember to have fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off in a day's time; not including today.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I am going to study at night everyday. (So much for a holiday, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not that pessimistic! My Chemistry TYS(Twenty Year Series) is going to be with me wherever I go :D Or maybe not. Just at night. It'll be my darling for 10days straight. Plus a little math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you out there!&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying about anything and everything now!&lt;br /&gt;Channel all your energy into doing something which is more productive.&lt;br /&gt;It'll turn out fine in the end! Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who hasn't slipped and fallen before?&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it natural that when this happens, we pick ourselves up again?&lt;br /&gt;When we compare ourselves with babies, sometimes I find that we aren't even up to match in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let obstacles conquer you; conquer obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I took back from Resilience workshop: Winners say "If I can't, then I must"! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie! Throw it away and focus on the next batch! It may turn out better than ever, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Take this chance to turn things around(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every situation we face, praise God :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6896471100564769412?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6896471100564769412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6896471100564769412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6896471100564769412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6896471100564769412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever-it-is-remember-to-have-fun-d.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6187491983772811476</id><published>2009-06-12T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:02:56.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus take the wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not we've noticed it, God has blessed us immensely in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me. With friends who understand, friends who encourage, friends who correct in love. So many other things which can't be listed out one by one as well! Let's start counting our blessings and focus on what God has blessed us with instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've set my heart on doing that, how about you?(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6187491983772811476?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6187491983772811476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6187491983772811476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6187491983772811476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6187491983772811476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-take-wheel-take-it-from-my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4136088977256148152</id><published>2009-06-10T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:01:14.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your grace is enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven reaching down to us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your grace is enough for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God I see your grace is enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm covered in your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your grace is enough for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Lord! I see that Your grace is enough. More than enough, really.&lt;br /&gt;The Resilience Workshop, on the whole, was relatively good. Probably one of the best workshops I've ever attended. The videos they showed us on Mattie, Nick Vujicic, Tony Melendez and the rest were absolutely touching. They reflected how much God has used them and how much He has blessed them despite the fact that they may have deficiencies and handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose anyone can gather that they are Christians. Christians who praise God no matter what comes their way. I've really really took away a lot from the workshop in this sense. Philippians 4:13 came to my mind, the verse about God using the less able, the young and the weak to shame the strong, about God being able to use anyone if we allow Him to..&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed amazing how God can use them to help people, to just impact the world for Him. Seeing how they hold on to their faith in such times, hold on to their faith despite the fact that they may seem lesser than others on the outside, makes me feel so inferior. Yes, I am able bodied, I am capable of doing so much more physically. Yet I complain about everything that isn't going my way, I lament about what God hasn't given me. When I look at them, they really display amazing faith in Christ. Yes, they may be less than whole on the outside to many of us. Yes, they may not be able to go about doing things like anyone else does. But! They are whole in Christ alone. They are grateful for whatever God has done in their lives. They really count their blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us? The rest of us who are normal, normal as can be. We complain, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me breath everyday to live, four limbs to walk and play. He has given me so much more than I could ever ask for. But I find myself constantly unsatisfied. My hunger for better things never seemed to cease. I obviously haven't thought of how much God has blessed me. Without Him and His amazing grace, I may not even be in this world. What more can I ask for from Him? He has given His life for me on the cross. Nothing else matters anymore! He was willing to sacrifice His life, for all of us. Can there be greater love than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really put into words what I feel. It's just welling up in me so much I can't express myself. I've realised how extremely fortunate we are and how we should ALWAYS, ALWAYS praise God. 'Cause He is all we need and He wants the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;God can use anyone!&lt;br /&gt;Christ died on the cross for us. Greater love? No other.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, just as the Lord forgave. (This is something I really understood after seeing how the woman who got burnt in an accident survived 60% of burns on her body and yet is able to hug the mother of the person who was responsible for the accident.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! I think the workshop wasn't all about resilience to me. It was more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4136088977256148152?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4136088977256148152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4136088977256148152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4136088977256148152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4136088977256148152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-grace-is-enough-heaven-reaching.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8101447738454851654</id><published>2009-06-09T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:30:35.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Radical Conference was and still is beyond exclamation or explanation.&lt;br /&gt;Really brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths test Number One is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've been during papers consistently; spares me the revision when tests come along.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry and another A maths test this Thursday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed at Sakae today with Daniel, Bingchen, Shicheng, Chanel and Jessie!&lt;br /&gt;Bingchen is NUTS and absolutely full of crap, but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt his tactic ^^!&lt;br /&gt;Really loved eating with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany from 17th onwards!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates and gummy bears await me!&lt;br /&gt;I hope we do get to go to the Berlin Wall though :/&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see what we actually study in History real live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what are we inputting into other's lives?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've asked myself this question so many times this week.)&lt;br /&gt;Positive or negative things?&lt;br /&gt;Are we truly shining the light?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8101447738454851654?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8101447738454851654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8101447738454851654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8101447738454851654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8101447738454851654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/wicked.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7731835238754497575</id><published>2009-06-01T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:07:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Type: The Dynamic Thinker</title><content type='html'>Dynamic Thinkers are confident and independent persons. They radiate enthusiasm and energy. Dynamic Thinkers pursue their objectives actively and energetically. They love nothing better than new challenges. This type is the born leader, competent, energetic and responsible. They have a sharp eye for errors and can criticise without mercy if they see the success of a project endangered. They are completely unconcerned as to whether they alienate anyone in the process. But they are always open to objective arguments; they love discussions, they are very gifted rhetorically and they are good at convincing and enthusing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are very sociable, Dynamic Thinkers like to have a lot of friends around them, preferably those with whom they can share their interests and discuss all sorts of subjects. They are very direct but never in an underhand or scheming manner. If you can bear being spoken to frankly, you have in them a loyal and unwavering advisor as friend. Everything new and unknown stimulates Dynamic Thinkers and awakens their curiosity. However, rules, routine and traditional things arouse their resistance. If something does not go the way they want it to, they can react rather pigheadedly and obstinately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic Thinkers expect a great deal of themselves and of others. Whoever does not fit in with their scheme of things does not have it easy. They sometimes appear to be rather severe due to their frankness. Partners and family also find it difficult to satisfy Dynamic Thinkers. They know exactly what they want and compromising is inconceivable to them. Whoever has an Dynamic Thinker as partner should have a strong personality and have a great deal of independence and sufficient self-confidence in order to give this dominating type some opposition. Normally, for Dynamic Thinkers, a partnership only takes second place after their profession. But they like to have someone at their side who is a match for them intellectually, with whom they can pursue mutual objectives and have interesting discussions all night long; preferably factual discussions - sentimentalism and romance are not their thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, really nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Third post in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree with the part where I can persuade others though.&lt;br /&gt;The test we took during Career Workshop backs it up as well. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s you don't have to read the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-7731835238754497575?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/7731835238754497575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=7731835238754497575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7731835238754497575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7731835238754497575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/personality-type-dynamic-thinker.html' title='Personality Type: The Dynamic Thinker'/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4041572888268500950</id><published>2009-06-01T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:43:29.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;I finished 5 A maths papers within two days(:&lt;br /&gt;Most of them, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Going to fill up those blanks by Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the MCQs and several open ended questions on Metals in my TYS!&lt;br /&gt;Revising again tomorrow after school!&lt;br /&gt;Whoopeeeee. All humanities+double math lessons tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I'll bore myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atikah! You'll have fun carrying your present home tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4041572888268500950?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4041572888268500950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4041572888268500950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4041572888268500950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4041572888268500950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/talk-about-sense-of-accomplishment.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-9098806489825701574</id><published>2009-06-01T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:33:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;(In order of importance. That is, to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Revise for Chemistry tests!!!&lt;br /&gt;#2 Bring Chemistry assessment for Mdm Yaw to look through.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Sign Report Book&lt;br /&gt;#4 Complete A math papers(Questions which I've left out)&lt;br /&gt;#5 Do chinese assessments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you'd have to bother asking me why I put chinese as last.&lt;br /&gt;It's a chore x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-9098806489825701574?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/9098806489825701574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=9098806489825701574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/9098806489825701574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/9098806489825701574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-to-do-in-order-of-importance.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8777205384541257353</id><published>2009-05-31T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:49:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy (Belated) Birthday Atikah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved coli! Even though I wished you on your birthday itself, I have to post up something! :D&lt;br /&gt;Keep going crazy manzxzxz. You're so fun to be with!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until 4E1 chalet comes up. You'll go nuts with me around. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;Love you babe! And! All the best! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue Intensive was finally over two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! And so was Parent-Teacher Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I can't speak well in Chinese, though I could do the impromptu anyhow-talk thing. :P&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;For those taking Express Chinese O levels tomorrow, all the best!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Intensive after Mother Tongue Intensive.&lt;br /&gt;Went to IMM to have sushi buffet after school ended.&lt;br /&gt;Ate till we didn't feel like moving anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Explains why I had to say "I need the toilet" numerous times. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM went relatively well, even though I was perspiring like some cow before my mum even came. Said Hi to so many parents! Saw Jessie's brother and Jessie saw Jessie! (My mum)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanted to see Mrs Goh and Mrs Goh was :(&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not really. Mum saw Mdm Yaw and Mdm Yaw said I need a lot of practice so I can learn how to put my knowledge to use! Yeaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was nuts. Went down town to do something(don't worry, it's perfectly legal, that thing)and rushed back down to church. Shouldn't have worn flats. Now I have blisters on both my hind legs AGAIN. Geez :/ Feet also perspired. It felt like my feet were salivating -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Mugging later and tomorrow while I leave my RC dying. (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8777205384541257353?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8777205384541257353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8777205384541257353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8777205384541257353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8777205384541257353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-belated-birthday-atikah-my.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1116368862648831931</id><published>2009-05-22T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:31:09.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over, results are back.&lt;br /&gt;And darn! First time I ever got an A2 for Combined Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;*kicks the table*&lt;br /&gt;To think that I didn't study about Policy of Appeasement and I scored for that question-but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I failed both sciences. I'm sorry! I'm really trying. I got two stickers from Mr Pu in my Physics Paper Two though! And I want my mum to see Mdm Yaw for PTM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;English: A2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese(HMT -.-): C6(Fortunately. Not many passed with flying colours)&lt;br /&gt;E math: A1&lt;br /&gt;A math: B3(Speechless. Below expectations. Got a good lashing from my tuition teacher :/)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: E8(Many, many nonsensical mistakes.)&lt;br /&gt;Physics: E8&lt;br /&gt;Geography: A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that makes a total of 17 for my L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I know those two sciences aren't exactly awesome results though they do stand out the most.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, I'm trying. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was Daniel's house again this afternoon straight after school. To the gym, to JP's cinema and then to LJS this time. Great talk yet again. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get a B3 for my Chemistry prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSIE WANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Lol, you rock. :D(Random dey!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1116368862648831931?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1116368862648831931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1116368862648831931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1116368862648831931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1116368862648831931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-over-results-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2255645964777095617</id><published>2009-05-14T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:47:47.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Daniel's house for the gym today with Jessie and ShiCheng.&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun stretching and sitting in the "Dew Room", or so they named it.&lt;br /&gt;Sat next to the pool and went back to the dew room again. Now, the name is weird.&lt;br /&gt;Showered and caught X men Origins at Jurong Point! :D&lt;br /&gt;Super nice show!&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the same cinema as Charmaine BAAAAAAAY and Jerome LMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at NewYork NewYork!&lt;br /&gt;A whole chicken and salmon!&lt;br /&gt;Cotton candy for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;Got all excited and went all around JP with our miserable $4.60.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tori-Q and bought chicken! Four bucks down!&lt;br /&gt;Harris next!&lt;br /&gt;Drooled at those cook books which had meringues, pavlovas, fondants, creme brulee and the lot.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, they ARE good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I always go home late whenever I go out with those 3 :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, at least I totally enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping tomorrowwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;It's THE long awaited shopping trip-and Chanel can spend with no-limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you do this, so easily?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2255645964777095617?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2255645964777095617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2255645964777095617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2255645964777095617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2255645964777095617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-tomorrow-d-went-to-daniels.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8781236733606040651</id><published>2009-05-13T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:55:30.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last paper tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Last paper tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Last paper tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Paper 1 is due tomorrow morning at 7.45am! :D&lt;br /&gt;Which means we'll be heading to Daniel's house at 11(Reaching, rather)and working out. Lol, yes, fat people need to exercise. Sooner or later, we'll become exercise freaks, i.e. Jessie Wang Siting. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means Friday, 15May, the long awaited day will finally be here!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. With Chanel's mum driving us around, we'll be having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changyen: If no pink colour car I don't want to go!&lt;br /&gt;Chanel: Pink colour car too small! Cannot put &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; things! You see the boot so small!...&lt;br /&gt;Changyen: Er, I think you will buy more things than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone bursts out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utter happiness now! :D&lt;br /&gt;Industrial tape, Industrial tape, we love Industrial tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8781236733606040651?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8781236733606040651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8781236733606040651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8781236733606040651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8781236733606040651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-paper-tomorrow-last-paper-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-320831744959590654</id><published>2009-05-10T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:57:30.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jesus, I want to be more like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me in the changing process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Really. Sat at Buddy Hoagies from 1.30pm until 10pm at night just talking and studying(a little).&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I both agreed that the best thing anyone can say to us will be something along the lines of "Hey, I can tell you're a Christian just by looking at you." It only means we've really shined the light-and that is really awesome. It was really heartwarming to hear that my friend could see it in me. Of course, I don't know whether I do deserve that, but either way it is still as heartwarming to know that regardless of the events happening to me, I've changed-for the better. I'll let you have your own opinion of whether I have actually changed or not, but I believe that whatever happened made me a better person, though there is still plenty of room for more change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about correcting in love :D&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the things we say shouldn't be to demean anyone else, but to help them. Instead of picking on their mistakes, why not correct their mistakes-&lt;em&gt;in love&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, judging is not up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest chat I've ever had in my life. And it was just enriching, I guess, to hear from a non-Christian herself how she felt. Besides that, we shared a whole lot on how far our leadership positions in school have taken us, not just in terms of CCA points and all, but in terms of maturity in thought and the lot. You get the drift. All of us agreed on one thing-that we were placed in that position for a reason, whether with a position in name or not, we still had something to do and we ought to have given it our utmost best because we'd live to regret it in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership should be a passion. I've learnt that. Full well, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've definitely found friends who share the same ideals.&lt;br /&gt;I've found bosom friends who can give good advice and correct me in love, which is exactly what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that friendship need not be circled around gossiping nor criticising. Friendship should instead be one that is filled with love, not just for our closest friends, but that the very love we put into our friendship should also be poured out to those that may seem unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is when we accept each other irregardless of our individual flaws, when we see our flaws as clearly as well.&lt;br /&gt;I've found this, in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone might think that it was a gossip session, no-it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was radical.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've let go of the stronghold that has stopped me from fully feeling God and giving my all to Him during worship, because I could feel God there so strong.&lt;br /&gt;I've found that first love.&lt;br /&gt;I've rekindled that fire.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I want to keep it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-320831744959590654?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/320831744959590654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=320831744959590654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/320831744959590654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/320831744959590654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/05/jesus-i-want-to-be-more-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5230400685469344946</id><published>2009-05-07T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:05:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week of gruelling examinations are almost over! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Of which the most disastrous papers were Physics-huh, thermocouple is what ahhh?-Chemistry and Social Studies. What nonsense SEQ questions were those anyway? :D Oh, E math paper 1 was horrible. Because I lost 3 marks due to careless mistakes and it was an easy paper! *)$@^(%&amp;amp;)#&amp;amp;)(@#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A math paper 1 and History paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I'm not really well prepared.&lt;br /&gt;So I ought to go study now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Talk about atrocious English.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ruth, I had a field day.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Geography today was a total killer! I wrote until I could almost hear my hand scream "Just let me die" or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s 15 May is coming soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5230400685469344946?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5230400685469344946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5230400685469344946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5230400685469344946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5230400685469344946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week-of-gruelling-examinations-are.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5414661205827571715</id><published>2009-04-30T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:59:14.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry(5072) and Physics(I cannot remember) O level SPA is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;Like. Officially. Over.&lt;br /&gt;*screams in delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole day studying tomorrow at Siwei's house with Chanel, Jessie, Siwei, Daniel, Maybelline, ShiCheng. I certainly think it'll be fruitful. Especially since we have Daniel the pro in science, math and everything else there. He shall be my guidebook for science. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back several tests this week.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, Chemistry was a total disappointment. My only saving grace would probably be the Data Based Question for the Periodic Table test. I passed with a 7/12, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Math was great. Of course, not being complacent or over confident because it'll just kill me. Careless mistakes are still evident though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams will be looked forward to because after that will be a serious shopping session with Chanel, Jessie and Chanel's mum, who has good fashion sense. Awesome! But first, I have to beat SA1. Those marks stand on their own, so I'd better make good out of that one chance I have in the hall for every single subject paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who sang "Skyway Avenue" at the spiral staircase today in front of **** *** and **** ***** :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Cindy, Serhiang, Sueyi, Sinpei and the rest(Siwei, Yaode..) are so fun!&lt;br /&gt;We're the Pu family now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5414661205827571715?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5414661205827571715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5414661205827571715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5414661205827571715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5414661205827571715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/naturally.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2970048711637858650</id><published>2009-04-26T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:10:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologize for that error my DEAR Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;It's unforgivable. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA1.&lt;br /&gt;My nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2970048711637858650?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2970048711637858650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2970048711637858650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2970048711637858650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2970048711637858650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-apologize-for-that-error-my-dear-ruth.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1620281627036623728</id><published>2009-04-23T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:33:52.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drained.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to get me down though.&lt;br /&gt;O level Chemistry and Physics SPA skill 3 test;SA1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt well enough not to become a stumbling block to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the earnest comments/views on how some of my Non-Christian friends have about us, it makes me wonder whether we're really living the Word and shining the light we are supposed to. Are we truly living as children of God or are we merely putting up at pretence at church? Do each and every one of our actions show a hint of Christ-likeness at all? Or are we just trying to blend in with everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they don't seem to have a very good impression of us. Even the person whom I heard from said that we behave like anyone else-anyone else who doesn't attend church. It's not that they think we're weird or just out of place. Rather, they see us conforming to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulging in childish quarrels, spouting vulgarities or just crude words, having a fun time laughing at obscene jokes are just what we shouldn't do. Of course, I have to admit that sometimes this tongue of mine loses control and crude words like "Shit" and whatnot come out of my mouth. However, have we all taken a look at ourselves and checked our attitude? Have we been of a good influence to our Non-Christian friends around us? If we haven't, what's the point of bringing them to church when they already have the impression that Non-Christians are just as good as Christians? My friend once said she asked her mother this: "Eh mummy, why Christians go to church and yet still behave like those who don't go to church?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I already have to admit I haven't exactly been the most Christ-like and all.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a stumbling block to others.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been shining the light I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the standard most people have for us is really high because we are Christians.&lt;br /&gt;They'd expect more of us rather than the atrocious behaviour we have at school when other Non-Christians can do better. I understand that now. I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got me thinking a lot on our actions. I reckon it's time for a revolution. We should change-for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps many may think that this is hypocritical. Then again, isn't this what we should do? Isn't this the right path to choose to take instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you can test and approve of what God's will is-His good, pleasing and perfect will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said my piece.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for everyone of us to do some soul searching. And that includes myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1620281627036623728?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1620281627036623728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1620281627036623728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1620281627036623728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1620281627036623728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/drained.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8741662518220939820</id><published>2009-04-19T15:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:46:52.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post deleted.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't let you get the better of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you say that I'm that sort of person means I'm that sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm true enough to myself to say that I didn't bother about this a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanel, Jessie, Cleo, Jacelyn, Siwei!&lt;br /&gt;15th May will be dress up day! wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happiness and joy derives from His love.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so renewed.&lt;br /&gt;I really do. Thank you SNN for encouraging me! :D&lt;br /&gt;This may be late, but yes. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;I like the GB pin! hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8741662518220939820?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8741662518220939820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8741662518220939820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8741662518220939820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8741662518220939820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-just-me-or-does-your-self.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7571182913713018792</id><published>2009-04-14T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:20:34.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take these chances to turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take these chances, we'll make it somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take these chances to turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just turn it around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst your bubble? Aww. Real sorry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-7571182913713018792?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/7571182913713018792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=7571182913713018792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7571182913713018792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7571182913713018792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-these-chances-to-turn-it-around.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1540862321123615479</id><published>2009-04-13T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:56:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1641.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="595" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/IMG_1641.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to slowly release pictures from that day :D&lt;br /&gt;10th coy, 10th coy *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;Can't get over the fact that 4 years just past by like that! *snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;RTC, LTC, BADGE CAMP, NO CAMP(this year).&lt;br /&gt;2 Drill Competitions, Awards Ceremony, AAC, P&amp;amp;D and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls! Every single one.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I can see the tip of my white flats in the photo! I simply adore those flats. They make good footwear for any occasion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have taken a sudden liking for dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping after exams on marking day with Chanel (and hopefully Jessie) for a lot of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography test marks the start of a gone-case. I'm just hoping Wednesday's A math test on Differentiation and Integration will be as smooth as the previous one Mrs Goh gave. Open book test-but usually no help. Oh look. There's AAC practice tomorrow. Final one in Full Uniform and I will be practicing for Emcee as well. Prefects' Investiture rehearsal on Wednesday, nothing on Thursday except maybe Chemistry remedial-Thank goodness-and the actual AAC on Friday. Last lap! I'm running my best now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could find you now, things would get better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could leave this town and run forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Avenue :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1540862321123615479?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1540862321123615479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1540862321123615479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1540862321123615479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1540862321123615479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-beginning-to-slowly-release.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1232078851213212137</id><published>2009-04-12T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:21:37.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CleoI2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/CleoI2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's me in Chanel's/a dress(For the very first time.)&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know why the spastic action.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I look like my usual self or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm blogging for the second time in the same day, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Really tired. Then again I don't want to get burnt out before mid-years. It's in two weeks. I don't even know how to start on revision when I have to study for tests. Mentally tired, really. It's draining! I'll push on, till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what's wrong, whether it's just me feeling this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to find out for myself-is it, still?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a tougher note:&lt;br /&gt;Indifference would be the better tool to put into use here because it'll just mean that I really can't be bothered about whatever you do already.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know my conscience is clear. Haven't been affecting people around me just because of a minor matter. (Well, it's minor to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was promoted! 8D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not trying to piss anyone off here.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, congratulations to whoever was promoted as well.&lt;br /&gt;To Charmaine: You go girl! Next year! Take good care of the girls! I'm counting on you and Reena! {3&lt;br /&gt;To Veron, Esther, Ruth: Talked to you guys about it! Really admire the spirit you girls have! And I thank you for not minding me talking about the promotion thing in front of you! Thanks once again! I hope I was tactful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1232078851213212137?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1232078851213212137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1232078851213212137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1232078851213212137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1232078851213212137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-thats-me-in-chanelsa-dressfor-very.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6373600814225652728</id><published>2009-04-12T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:42:18.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And take me where we need to go to find a little snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out where the fire logs will need a little spark to grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me to close my eyes and quickly fall asleepbefore you know shows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’ll be here soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is how I'm feeling now-Gay.&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently, that's how I look in the photo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_7971.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DSC_7971.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea when this was taken and neither can I recall myself posing like such.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently wondering how Big Ben can actually derive his sense of satisfaction from taking spastic/unglamorous shots of people. Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;(Yah, Peiru, if you see this, show your brother -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6373600814225652728?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6373600814225652728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6373600814225652728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6373600814225652728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6373600814225652728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-god-d-happy-birthday-people.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8160624351471195576</id><published>2009-04-11T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:12:57.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enrolment was the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;So was the sec4 graduation dinner at sakae! :D&lt;br /&gt;Really awesome. Almost everyone followed the dress code=dress.&lt;br /&gt;Except Ruth(Expected! She said she doesn't own one) and Charmaine. But that's only because she can't find any. Met up at West Mall at around 6pm. Saw Cleo and Ruth! And to our horror, we saw a bunch of BB boys in uniform walking towards us. Ran franctically to hide. Thank goodness they didn't see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to Tanjong Pagar, camwhoring almost all the way and finally settled down to eat from around 7-930. Camwhored AGAIN! We SOOOOO should've gone to icon village to have our graduation photoshoot. Those little "rooms" they have there have got GREAT dimensions. Those blocks on which we sat on and where we posed made it look like some America's Next Top Model photoshoot. -.- Right. Anyway. We were making a lot of noise. And when I say a lot, I do mean it. Walked out with Xinping and Cleo to go to the toilet and we could hear our giggles, laughter and near-shouting voices. Mind you, we weren't the only ones in sakae! Met Jacelyn and Siwei on the way out. Went to toilet together and when we started talking about something, we burst out laughing so scarily, people who were approaching the toilet were apparently freaked out by us. Ruth, you're guilty as charged for agreeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great chats with the rest of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;It's really awesome to look back and think of how tiring the journey was, but yet in the end, it was a fulfilling one. The friends we've made, the close bonds we share, and the neverending laughter we can always always look forward to when we spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing down is hard.&lt;br /&gt;And YES. I WANT TO KEEP THAT BADGE. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;At least Peiru got to pass it down to someone who's taking up the post as CSM.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just really hope the whole council, though small, can work well together. Charmaine, you've got to lead them :D Jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;I still feel I haven't done enough! I think that's why I want to go back and serve. Contemplating, but almost sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos some other day! (Imagine the time I have to take to upload all of them. Almost close to 200 plus in one persons camera.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8160624351471195576?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8160624351471195576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8160624351471195576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8160624351471195576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8160624351471195576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/enrolment-was-bomb-so-was-sec4.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-666336913874208389</id><published>2009-04-03T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:47:43.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd be saying this, but I don't want to pass down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that CCA is my life, but Fridays will definitely be mundane without GB.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I found myself complaining about things I had to do, the uniform I had to lug around the school(Especially with the dumb homeroom system.)and the many practices for Drill Competition we had, but looking back, each and everyone of those things have bonded our secondary 4 girls together. The friendship forged would be one for eternity. The encouragement going around after the release of the results for Drill Competition was absolutely heartwarming. Besides, the many camps we've gone through together would be unforgettable. Yes, and showering with you, Jacelyn Lim tiko. *coughs* 'white'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the irony is when we finally start realising how important the things are, we lose them.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/sI promise I'll go for PBB next year(:&lt;br /&gt;And Jacelyn, if you fail(touch wood), we'll go together next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s Miss Tay will always be the best teacher-in-charge ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/s Feilicia, I wish you were here cause we'd really love to have a gathering. All sec4s-complete, as well as Enrolment Fancy Drill'07 :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-666336913874208389?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/666336913874208389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=666336913874208389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/666336913874208389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/666336913874208389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-thought-id-be-saying-this-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6177673744269624977</id><published>2009-04-02T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:27:16.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second chances they don't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once a whore, you're nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry, that will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And about forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're both supposed to have exchanged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry honey but I'm passing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now look this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraudulent!&lt;br /&gt;Pharisaical!&lt;br /&gt;Duplicitous!&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy. Doesn't that describe all of us? At least at times. We can't deny we've never been such people, can we? Even I have to admit I've been hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we take a look in the mirror, who or what(Perhaps 'what' would be more accurate.)do we see? A reflection of our monstrous inner being? An angelic portrayal of ourselves? Or maybe it would be someone you'd hate to be-the person whom you have always been criticising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who knows. Maybe what you are seeing is just a reflection which is oh-so-perfect just because of your own biased opinion of yourself. (Source unreliable.) Others, may not view you as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's probably why we have absolutely no right to find fault with someone else. That's simply because we've all done something wrong before. Be it the same wrong or a different wrong. A wrong is still a wrong and I'm sure that you, my friends, ages being close to 16 or above, can distinguish between wrongs. A blatant wrong doing and an accidental wrong are all still wrong. Outrightly doing something wrong, however, deserves a punishment much more than accidental wrong-doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- I'm digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, can we, with absolute assurance, say we are all as perfect as we have always thought we were? Or maybe now we can start to slowly identify our flaws-no longer just pinpoint the flaws of others, because that little flaw of ours may actually be the reason why we always had a grudge against another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please. Do take a look at yourself clearly and objectively in the mirror first and see what you are actually like before declaring that another person has flaws so irreparable, so deep that not a single deed can redeem them from that abyss of darkness they are falling into. Apparently, you're falling into the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to clear any doubts, this applies to myself too.&lt;br /&gt;It serves as a reminder how I should think before I say something and how I should look at myself before I look at someone else. It may sound critical, so please tell me if it does and I'll try to correct certain things. Besides, as the old saying goes, no one is perfect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't tell me you're no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6177673744269624977?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6177673744269624977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6177673744269624977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6177673744269624977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6177673744269624977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/fraudulent-pharisaical-duplicitous-ohmy.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8266823063538136322</id><published>2009-04-01T18:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:11:48.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I adore mind games and I relish the fact that I get to play them-well.&lt;br /&gt;Expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to do a recount today.&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, relax and enjoy Changyen's storytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still recall the time Jacelyn and I had a conflict so bad, we were throwing dirty looks at each other everytime we walked past one another. Leaders had to step in to help to resolve it and I still remember we cried in the cafe one day before Enrolment 2008! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about it the day before Senior Drill Competition, we saw how stupid and childish the reason for our conflict was. Plus, how we went around gossiping and telling everyone about how bad(I'm using a mild word here for that case)the other person was and ended up affecting those around us, causing them to take sides-which shouldn't have been so. As the Chinese saying goes "yi ren zuo shi yi ren dang"; a person responsible for his actions should also be responsible for the outcome. No other innocent party should be dragged into whatever situation those two in conflict are in. Come to think of it, it wasn't worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, the reason(s) for the conflict were hilarious(Okay, at least, when I think about it now.)but it's amazing how we couldn't laugh it off then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sorry for bringing you into the picture, but I think this is really worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;After going through the DI course with Siwei and you, I think we've been talking a lot more than we used to. That's a good thing too! Looking forward to our 9th time showering together. I sounded a wee bit lecherous there, but it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that wasn't a proper recount, but I seriously am unable to recall what we talked about in her room that day -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy and Khrushchev. US vs USSR.&lt;br /&gt;It takes two hands to clap and two parties to acknowledge their faults before something can be settled properly. If one resorts to some underhand mean to do something, the other wouldn't appreciate it. Basically, don't gossip -.- Diplomacy is something not many can master. The Cuban Missile Crisis was peacefully solved &lt;em&gt;without &lt;/em&gt;affecting the rest of the countries around them when the two parties compromised. They sought each others opinion and were receptive, I suppose? (Correct me if I'm wrong. I didn't really pay attention during that chapter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't that a happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happy April Fools' to all out there.&lt;br /&gt;No, not that my post was meant to be a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8266823063538136322?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8266823063538136322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8266823063538136322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8266823063538136322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8266823063538136322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-adore-mind-games-and-i-relish-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1789535856616423844</id><published>2009-03-30T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:51:48.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't need you!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that ought to have given you a tight slap on your face for being so smug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Barrage was awesome. Pictures some other day.&lt;br /&gt;Atikah and Siwei are fun people to camwhore with. All those retarded Irfarniah faces :P&lt;br /&gt;Caught a couple snogging on the top of the whole building.&lt;br /&gt;Yaode saw them first, actually, and he asked me to "take a photo of that!" while pointing towards the Singapore Flyer. When I zoomed it, I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kavitha taught us some Tamil on the shuttle bus back to Marina Bay MRT station!&lt;br /&gt;She said that there wouldn't be a test tomorrow if we can greet her in Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin knows Shaolun, Shaolun knows my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Someone from church knows my cousin, my cousin knows someone from church.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin scored 7points(raw score)for O levels last year, I will score 6.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! that's an awful lot of crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1789535856616423844?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1789535856616423844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1789535856616423844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1789535856616423844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1789535856616423844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-need-you-well-that-ought-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8918527892513672387</id><published>2009-03-29T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:29:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, I've gained so much from not associating with certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely wonderful chatting with Joseph, Peiru, Ronald, Munkidd and Jacelyn after service yesterday over dinner. Obviously, I've found my makan kakhis as well. Yes Peiru, let's launch the "Ultimate Buffet Challenge" after O levels(ours -.-) or during the June Holidays for cell group outing or something. If they're not so keen, let's go makan by ourselves :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relish the thought of being able to eat such delicacies. Ahem, KOBE BEEF.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy. I was tempting Peiru with my pictures from Pan Pacific Hotel's Keyaki Buffet(eh, approximately $60+ per person. Next time go try -.- Free flow!!) and talking about the Kobe Beef my dad's friend bought us which was straight from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It melts in your mouth Peiru, remember?&lt;br /&gt;And and and! Kobe Beef sashimi. Not in New York New York, but in New York. You get what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Jacelyn doesn't eat beef and pork, I don't eat sashimi, Peiru doesn't eat crustaceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is missing out on something.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. Next time, WE EAT ALL WE CAN AH. (Gluttony -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;Chanel, thank you for being so rational and objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good laugh at yourself, please.&lt;br /&gt;There's just a thin line between judging and commenting; a critic and a commentator; a real and a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Go differentiate it-if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8918527892513672387?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8918527892513672387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8918527892513672387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8918527892513672387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8918527892513672387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/apparently-ive-gained-so-much-from-not.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3606587592753632623</id><published>2009-03-25T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:06:16.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asleep yet :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3606587592753632623?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3606587592753632623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3606587592753632623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3606587592753632623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3606587592753632623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what-im-not-asleep-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6162970170270088476</id><published>2009-03-23T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:38:28.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school was. Quick. Awfully quick.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with duty (I DON'T KNOW WHAT CARD THEY CALL IT.)&lt;br /&gt;And I really took the 4E1 card by chance-Pure chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many things going on again!&lt;br /&gt;Enrolment practices(Peiru refuses to tell me who will be in the colour party.), Science Centre trips and workshops?!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making birthday presents now(:&lt;br /&gt;You should be honoured when you receive it cause I really put effort into it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the race all over again!&lt;br /&gt;SA1 will be in 6weeks time. And if I should quote Mrs Toh(Though not word for word), these few weeks will pass by in a flash!&lt;br /&gt;Woooooosh.&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be intense revision. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know how happy I am now :D&lt;br /&gt;(So happy that I typed happy as pahhy -.-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6162970170270088476?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6162970170270088476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6162970170270088476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6162970170270088476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6162970170270088476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-of-school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1199226664662388500</id><published>2009-03-22T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:33:19.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacelyn Lim Seh Lok!&lt;br /&gt;Best commander.. SEH!&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it, and thank God too.&lt;br /&gt;So the wrestling was good, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the news via Lishan and Siwei got it through Sister Nana.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming(yes, screaming)that to everyone and they put the news up on the screen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time during dinner discussing about UG issues with Jaslyn, Joseph and Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to listen to what they actually do.&lt;br /&gt;Like, NPCC does "setting the tone" after letting the sec3s know their post. Hmm. We should seriously consider doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Siwei and I are slow marching(:&lt;br /&gt;(I don't believe slow marchers have to be of the same height now since it's Siwei and I. If anyone is sane, they can see a vast difference in the vertical level between both of us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's white gloves once again, right?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about being contingent commander as long as I get to put on those white gloves for the 3rd year running?&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jacelyn, it would be breaking tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec2: Fancy Drill&lt;br /&gt;Sec3: GOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can my last year in secondary school be left out?&lt;br /&gt;ha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going way tooooo high by myself.&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, if anyone misinteprets this as a taunt or whatever, don't think too much will you? I'm just glad and I think I should be able to express THAT particular feeling on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school tomorrow anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better to go to school. Why? Less homework as compared to the holidays and I won't have to coop myself up at home as I have did for the past week, with the exception of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1199226664662388500?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1199226664662388500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1199226664662388500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1199226664662388500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1199226664662388500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/jacelyn-lim-seh-lok-best-commander.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2541562532536405498</id><published>2009-03-19T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:06:53.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Stationery.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="486" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Stationery.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the first photo I took with my new phone. Hmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again why I had to go to school at 8am this morning and get released at 9am when all I had to do was a test-WHICH WILL NOT BE COUNTED. (Thank goodness, because my handwriting was so horrible, Ms Kavitha gave up letting the two classes read it halfway, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored with Chanel before going for lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Ruth claims she doesn't camwhore/zilian. (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;Quote: I don't understand why you need so many photos of yourselves anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Chanel's camera is TOUCH SCREEN-and I only realised it today.&lt;br /&gt;W.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Siwei, W.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no complaints anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Class tee is too big for me! M is tooooooooooooooooo long. gaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;It's longer than someone's XL shirt!! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cramming my tuition homework these few days.&lt;br /&gt;No life, I know.&lt;br /&gt;School, Home, Homework and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even been out to do something fun, besides going for POP at Unity.&lt;br /&gt;Siwei was late. (Oh, I think I mentioned this before -.-)&lt;br /&gt;6 E math papers. The horror has just begun. Oh wait, it's a continuation.&lt;br /&gt;No qualms about it-this is going to be -indescribable-.&lt;br /&gt;I've completed around 4, I suppose? Unless I've lost count and my math fails me horribly at this moment. Two more to go! And I realise how much I've actually FORGOTTEN from E math. I can't even answer a percentage question on money. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Siwei.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Siwei.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who. Sorry ah Jenise! Lazy to crop you out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jacelyn:&lt;br /&gt;You'd better take care of my boots ah!&lt;br /&gt;And win the competition. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2541562532536405498?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2541562532536405498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2541562532536405498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2541562532536405498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2541562532536405498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-this-was-first-photo-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6697715858685725247</id><published>2009-03-18T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:39:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I've scammed almost everyone ever since I first got my hollow boots?&lt;br /&gt;Jacelyn banged with them today(She's borrowing mine cause mine can shine like Figure 1.2 below; too much SPA)and she found out that my loud bangs are all credited to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaaaa. I'm not that pro lah!&lt;br /&gt;I just do things slow-motion :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Siwei said I banged loudly during AAC too.&lt;br /&gt;When she found out that it was, AGAIN, because of those shiny ones, she felt :O (yah, SCAMMED -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard-pressed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my memory doesn't fail me that badly these days(Except for a fact that I have no idea where my Energy Change WS1 and Exothermic&amp;amp;Endothermic Revision E learning disappeared to)cause I can actually recall what I memorised last year on Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I really don't use liquid kiwi(That's SO cheater bug). Siwei and Cleo saw me polish my boots today. Yes, they saw it with their OWN eyes. Whose eyes could they borrow to see it, then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6697715858685725247?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6697715858685725247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6697715858685725247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6697715858685725247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6697715858685725247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-i-mention-that-ive-scammed-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3247726316264319840</id><published>2009-03-18T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:51:01.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Birds.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="592" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Birds.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby birds!&lt;br /&gt;They just hatched from their shells, I think. (Yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Boots.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Boots.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacelyn. My boots ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAC rehearsal was. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3247726316264319840?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3247726316264319840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3247726316264319840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3247726316264319840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3247726316264319840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-birds-they-just-hatched-from-their.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2464948421100532623</id><published>2009-03-16T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:38:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;It's apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill Com.&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank Miss Tay a lot.&lt;br /&gt;She's really really encouraging and I can't wait for her to come back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP today.&lt;br /&gt;Ran from MRT station to Unity with Siwei.&lt;br /&gt;They were starting in 5minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel! I saw that!&lt;br /&gt;Mabel's dad is REALLY funny.&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Unity again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME(:&lt;br /&gt;Did quite a lot of homework. Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's got to be when you don't criticise as well.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2464948421100532623?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2464948421100532623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2464948421100532623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2464948421100532623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2464948421100532623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/unexplainable.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7014863630800324805</id><published>2009-03-12T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:40:52.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GrouchAGAIN.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="559" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/GrouchAGAIN.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grouch, again(:&lt;br /&gt;Confessed my love for it to Chanel today.&lt;br /&gt;She told me it's not so popular -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country duty was rather enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Did timing with Xueting. First timers will ALWAYS be first timers.&lt;br /&gt;We stood at the starting line, nervous and on our toes-almost literally, waiting for the horn to be blown.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, when it went off(at long last), we clicked the start/stop button and boom! The FIRST race started :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long wait for the first sec4/5 boy to reach the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it wasn't long because he ran 4.2km in around 19minutes or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved watching them sprint at the last lap(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and found Chanel and Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing what we did. Again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Cheered for the teachers race.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with Siwei(She was on roller blades. Too tall to function.)&lt;br /&gt;Sat down with Chanel, Josh, Weiting and discussed about UG leaders chalet. (Don't get too excited, nothing's confirmed:D)&lt;br /&gt;Some of them got a call/an sms from Angeline and we gathered for a UG leaders meeting with Mr Nagulan for AAC.&lt;br /&gt;Went to toilet with Siwei-the toilet is awfully faraway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared up the place and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Slept from 3plus until now. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-7014863630800324805?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/7014863630800324805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=7014863630800324805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7014863630800324805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7014863630800324805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/grouch-again-confessed-my-love-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5667065588959440618</id><published>2009-03-10T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:13:21.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Grouch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="310" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Grouch.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this adorable? I love grouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It catches up, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;No, not age you imbeciles(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got back most of the overall marks for subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I still think sciences are the cause of my downfall. if that should so unfortunately come about one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;Stop all that crap, will you? :D&lt;br /&gt;(I know that was gay, but I HAD to say something to lengthen these Oh-So-Boring posts. Not read-worthy, definitely.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5667065588959440618?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5667065588959440618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5667065588959440618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5667065588959440618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5667065588959440618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-catches-up-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8050097963557683935</id><published>2009-03-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:49:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teaching people drill is FUN :D&lt;br /&gt;Go visit Jacelyn/Siwei's blog to find out. I'm way too lazy to blog in detail!&lt;br /&gt;Rushing off to do homework! YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8050097963557683935?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8050097963557683935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8050097963557683935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8050097963557683935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8050097963557683935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaching-people-drill-is-fun-d-go-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5470816804457735561</id><published>2009-03-06T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:53:10.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Point is, did we sort it out at all when we last talked?&lt;br /&gt;Look at it from my point of view, I'm CLUELESS as to why everything turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already calm. Don't you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that my optimism doesn't go to waste as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5470816804457735561?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5470816804457735561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5470816804457735561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5470816804457735561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5470816804457735561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/point-is-did-we-sort-it-out-at-all-when.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8590583808811540496</id><published>2009-03-05T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:42:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't get the blame game going.&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility ought to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;Don't start tossing it around.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not denying myself of the chance of shouldering any of the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;But take a step back and have a wider look of the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Are the things we are doing now seem to be of help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for being so direct.&lt;br /&gt;It's part of me and I think that it isn't such a bad thing afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I can't muster the courage to speak up in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a coward if you must, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't mean so much to me, I would've treated you just like anyone else and told you off without any qualms at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you can stand in my position and look at things, but try, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying. And we all know that how hard we are trying cannot be measured.&lt;br /&gt;I know, for one, that we all may have different stands. But isn't that what brought us together? The difference was what made us being together actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my flaws alright? Can you try to look at yours as well? I know I have no right to critic. But as contradicting as it may seem, we all do have our wrongs and that's what makes us human, isn't it? When it comes to situations like that, we naturally let our feelings clout our judgement. Then again, can't we just take a more objective view rather than a biased one? And I hope that besides focusing on the bad, you take a look at the good as well, although not neglecting the bad side. Rather, help me in the process of changing my bad-to good. And then we can start helping each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said my piece.&lt;br /&gt;I know that even though it may be through a way that is so craven, I hope you see my point.&lt;br /&gt;What I have said may not make you the most happy person on earth, but at least I said it. For that, I won't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to calm down, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8590583808811540496?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8590583808811540496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8590583808811540496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8590583808811540496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8590583808811540496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-get-blame-game-going.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8273066790489922201</id><published>2009-03-04T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:05:58.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: Satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;English: GG. Totally turned me off.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue: W.O.W. I passed even though I was falling asleep while reading passage. So thank goodness anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Physics: Disappointing. Studied, yet failed.&lt;br /&gt;Math: Irritated. Same old thing bugging me-carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: I predict a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my presence is required anymore, apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8273066790489922201?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8273066790489922201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8273066790489922201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8273066790489922201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8273066790489922201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/starters.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-9185267307345443061</id><published>2009-03-03T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:23:45.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still fail my sciences no matter how hard I study.&lt;br /&gt;Problem? I don't know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mdm Yaw told a couple of us who were taking our own sweet time to exit the Chemistry classroom today that only 9 people from our class passed Chemistry. Not meeting up to standards, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was FUN :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-9185267307345443061?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/9185267307345443061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=9185267307345443061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/9185267307345443061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/9185267307345443061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/03/indignant.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3885262228751793134</id><published>2009-02-25T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:09:25.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The absolute horror.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horrified that I typed horror as "horrow".&lt;br /&gt;Mum informed me yesterday that my chinese teacher just informed HER that MOE has come up with a new regulation which requires anyone who got A1/A2 for our Chinese O levels last year to continue with Higher Mother Tongue because they want to "pei yang"(What's the English word?)bilingual people(shuang yu ren cai-my ass). Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT A KILL JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for "what is chinese" in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the teacher is nice.&lt;br /&gt;But. On the negative side? Tonnes of homework which I do NOT intend to do. Not to mention frequent project work and spelling+dictation. It's nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said "You go for the lesson then you don't do their work lor. Just say you didn't want to take in the first place and you're being forced to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I got that A1 by luck. No-wait, I can't bank on luck alone. My foundation isn't even there in the first place(it's in English)and I doubt I can score anyway. On the other hand, I won't be called stupid for dropping Higher Mother Tongue. Ego booster, but irritating. I need that time to mug hard for other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I failed Physics-AGAIN. Yes I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of expected. I've got over the cry-over-lousy-results-or-because-I-lost-to-a-friend-or-whatever-shit thing. But yeah, I feel equally frustrated because I could've passed if not for my careless mistakes. Brings me to another point. 6 marks lost for Math. Why? NEVER READ QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GAME.&lt;br /&gt;*Applauds myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Look far.&lt;br /&gt;Done ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3885262228751793134?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3885262228751793134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3885262228751793134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3885262228751793134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3885262228751793134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/absolute-horror.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5280016133859437103</id><published>2009-02-22T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:30:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DI Qualifying.&lt;br /&gt;PEIRUUUU! We're so going to kill you. (Okay, we were just having our fun yesterday by blaming you. No offence :D)&lt;br /&gt;Even exhausting would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine-Drill stage 1,2 and 3 all over again almost continuously. Except on a rotational basis. Our contingent took stage 2, 3, commanding THEN stage 1.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, we took the theory test in the air conditioned room first. So that's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone does pass, of course. It would be an absolute waste of time if we did not, especially after enduring a whole day worth of drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGING FOR COMMON TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;W.O.W. I realise I haven't even had time to study properly.&lt;br /&gt;Been studying for tests and tests and tests that I've neglected the previous topics.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute revision has never been my forte, but I doubt I can escape it now.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz. What's Chinese, then again? No MT common test for me :D (Now THAT'S what I call something worth celebrating for.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision for Math(almost done!), Physics(pretty much, since I revised for the mock test and PASSED. Geez.), Chemistry(darn), Social Studies+History!(Have to study for History -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework time! (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling I did wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5280016133859437103?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5280016133859437103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5280016133859437103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5280016133859437103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5280016133859437103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/di-qualifying.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8681661409130341864</id><published>2009-02-19T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:54:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Run (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of the week, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly fast.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ruth, for the present. I especially like the words! :] (LOL, I learnt this smiley from Jessie during the last meeting -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Physics test!&lt;br /&gt;May not be a great score, but it's a cause for celebration because now I see some hope  for the subject, at least. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry homework now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8681661409130341864?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8681661409130341864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8681661409130341864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8681661409130341864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8681661409130341864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-its-almost-end-of-week-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8458858056582223138</id><published>2009-02-15T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:39:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get your facts right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't find the right words to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd expect you busybodies will squint to see those small words just to satisfy your curiosity ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8458858056582223138?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8458858056582223138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8458858056582223138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8458858056582223138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8458858056582223138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-your-facts-right.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-988098459220848347</id><published>2009-02-13T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:56:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OhYAY. Happy belated 16th birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;16=ancient. I'm in the club already!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! Ariffin's one day older than me still. I remember your birthday okaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a Friday on which I am free. I seriously can't wait until our afternoons are only packed with remedials/exam prep. It'll be super worthwhile. I want, I need, the motivation to start studying my sciences. I've got this preset phobia of them because for one, I suck at them. Chemistry is a barely pass kind of thing whereas Physics? A no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an ego booster. That is, if I do pass both of these papers for Common Test. Which I definitely hope I do. Study, girl, study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt; somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16 and I still let my heart rule my head at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I choose to have faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-988098459220848347?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/988098459220848347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=988098459220848347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/988098459220848347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/988098459220848347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/ohyay.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5970048652755070920</id><published>2009-02-07T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:41:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church after 3weeks :D&lt;br /&gt;After LC :D&lt;br /&gt;Double smileys! (This sounds bimbo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Justina, Josmin and the rest of LC'07 Group 3B people!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome time spent camwhoring together. Super fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go for the DI course. Since I wanted it so badly in sec2 and the chance just presented itself right in front of me. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's the day. *chuckles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5970048652755070920?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5970048652755070920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5970048652755070920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5970048652755070920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5970048652755070920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-after-3weeks-d-after-lc-d-double.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4207654163092704909</id><published>2009-02-05T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:45:00.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost 2 screws? You need 2 screw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, inside joke :D&lt;br /&gt;But had a great laugh over that after school.&lt;br /&gt;Siwei! Joyce! Thanks for the laugh. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Haven't been sleeping well these few days, apparently. Must be that "Inactive SIM" thing which keeps appearing on my phone screen. Tsk. Just been waking up at unearthly hours like 3am in the morning to find that hey! School isn't starting anytime soon and I have to go back to sleep. By the time I wake up, I'd be so tired already D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tests next week and weekend's packed -.-&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness I've prepared for SS and Geog already. Probably another round of 2-3hours worth of revision would do me good. (Oh, Chem SPA is next week as well. Grr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think we tend to lose ourselves in the midst of a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we get to caught up, I guess such things do happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I trust that God will pull me through this year. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though sometimes I have doubts and I tend to waver, in the end, I still believe He holds my hand through it all and guides me to the finishing line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's my daddy who carefully leads me on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a major year for me and I choose, I choose-to trust in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Treasured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4207654163092704909?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4207654163092704909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4207654163092704909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4207654163092704909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4207654163092704909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-880957135196018973</id><published>2009-02-03T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:15:16.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Pu didn't let the class check out my blog-Joyce's photo next to the tagboard, to be exact-today. So it's D: for me and =DDDDDDDD for Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously have no homework today, that's why I'm online -.-&lt;br /&gt;A worthless post, yet again. I KNOW I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to post some photos to get rid of Joyce's photo(Yes, the one next to the tagboard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChangyiChangyenChanglyn1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ChangyiChangyenChanglyn1.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT HOMEEEE -.- And that's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from-after UG Council meeting. (Oh, yes, the meeting was fun :D)&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush off super early to go for family stuff :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChangyenJeremyWeiting.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="602" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ChangyenJeremyWeiting.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jeremy+Weiting. NCC(Land) and NCC(Sea)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinI3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinI3.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Zhenlin. NCC(Land)&lt;br /&gt;MEMEME! GB. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LiyingI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/LiyingI.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liying! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, photos below from after checking out Joyce's present. HEHE. ^^(up up -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WeitingZhenlinChangyenYuenkaiJer-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/WeitingZhenlinChangyenYuenkaiJer-1.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring using the changing room's mirror. The DOOR was a mirror, for your information. And Joyce was trying on her jeans inside. So we decided to keep taking photos outside while waiting and freak her out. Sachin, the shopping king, was obviously NOT keen on taking photos due to the numerous temptations around -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WeitingZhenlinChangyenYuenkaiJeremy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/WeitingZhenlinChangyenYuenkaiJeremy.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting, Zhenlin, Myself, Yuenkai, Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;What's up with ZL and YK's faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YuenkaiI5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/YuenkaiI5.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his jeans! Random random. Oh, EH!!! What happened to your hair?&lt;br /&gt;(Slope slope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinChangyenYuenkaiJeremy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinChangyenYuenkaiJeremy.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenlin, Myself, Yuenkai, Jeremy. Weiting was tip-toeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinSachinChangyen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinSachinChangyen.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. That's Yuenkai posing as _____ in the background and I think Jeremy's doing it too!&lt;br /&gt;Zhenlin, Sachin and I(:&lt;br /&gt;Finally laaaah. Shopping king. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed how guys and be more hardcore shoppers than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that teachers are doing YOGA after school?!&lt;br /&gt;That announcement got the whole class L(ing)OL--literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-880957135196018973?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/880957135196018973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=880957135196018973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/880957135196018973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/880957135196018973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-pu-didnt-let-class-check-out-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7741920722019874622</id><published>2009-02-01T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:13:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm over and done with visiting and stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;Time to settle down, get over the Chinese New Year mood and S.T.U.D.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;Physics SPA is TOMORROW. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studystudystudystudystudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would conclude that this post is awfully nonsensical because I was sneezing my way through and I finally have symptoms of a (hopefully) upcoming sore throat! YES :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-7741920722019874622?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/7741920722019874622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=7741920722019874622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7741920722019874622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7741920722019874622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-im-over-and-done-with-visiting.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7931575222267173188</id><published>2009-01-25T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:54:57.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: Chinese New Year is NOT a study break, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the time to sit down at home by myself and really bury myself in books(:&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the studying craze. Wait-was there even one in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Everyone's helping out in the kitchen and I'm not. Better go help soon.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, photos of January's outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out with Girlfriends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BlackPinkBrownStriped.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/BlackPinkBrownStriped.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the socks baby! Hahaha. Obviously, no one bothered to wear school socks for CNY celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BlackWhitePurpleRedGreen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/BlackWhitePurpleRedGreen.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and take a look at the multi-coloured FBTs! I love my round cut dry fit black one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LiyingSherylChangyenJoyce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/LiyingSherylChangyenJoyce.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Joycespastic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="801" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Joycespastic.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce=confused at all times. She gave herself that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoyceLiyingChangyenSheryl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JoyceLiyingChangyenSheryl.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Joyce loves her SWATCH watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylChangyenLiyingJoyce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylChangyenLiyingJoyce.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Of. Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LiyingJoyceChangyenSheryl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/LiyingJoyceChangyenSheryl.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know why my smile turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;Got so pekceked with trying to take photos on the way down the escalator we decided to just take it at this mirror which we spotted after the many failures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylI1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylI1-1.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. You should've known we'd do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese New Year celebrations.&lt;/em&gt; (The above photos were from the outing AFTER this)&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Keneth's camera. Check out the quality difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChangyenSiweiJoyce1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ChangyenSiweiJoyce1.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChangyenSiweiJoyce2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ChangyenSiweiJoyce2.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the tress. And we love siwei too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YuenkaiI4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/YuenkaiI4.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe this photo -.-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SiweiJoyceChangyenShadows2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SiweiJoyceChangyenShadows2-1.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SiweiChangyenJoyce3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SiweiChangyenJoyce3.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, Siwei, neither EAT nor DRINK any evil.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SiweiI-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SiweiI-1.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoyceSiweiChangyenSalute2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JoyceSiweiChangyenSalute2.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sachin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Sachin.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin YOU ROCKER! I look like I've made you shorter after making the photo smaller =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Changyen4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/Changyen4.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuenkai-budding photographer?&lt;br /&gt;I can have my own album already.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Zhenlin said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SachinChangyenZhenlinJeremyJoyce-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SachinChangyenZhenlinJeremyJoyce-1.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to make Sachin shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SachinChangyenZhenlinJeremyJoyceSiw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SachinChangyenZhenlinJeremyJoyceSiw.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SachinJeremyChangyenYuenkaiJoyce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SachinJeremyChangyenYuenkaiJoyce.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin has the lustful look. Check out that grin!&lt;br /&gt;And those eyes. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChangyenJeremyZhenlinJoyceSiwei.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ChangyenJeremyZhenlinJoyceSiwei.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenlin stoning. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinJeremyChangyenJoyce3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 377px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinJeremyChangyenJoyce3.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the flasher-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinJeremyChangyenJoyce2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinJeremyChangyenJoyce2.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the flasher :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeremySachinChangyenSiweiJoyceYuenk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JeremySachinChangyenSiweiJoyceYuenk.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know guys liked to camwhore as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeremySachinChangyenZhenlinSiwei-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JeremySachinChangyenZhenlinSiwei-1.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't usually pout -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeremySachinChangyenZhenlinSiweiJoy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JeremySachinChangyenZhenlinSiweiJoy.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS looks more like what I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeremySachinYuenkaiChangyenJoyce1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JeremySachinYuenkaiChangyenJoyce1.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was acting sexy. Yuenkai was acting gay. Sachin was caught in a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeremySachinYuenkaiChangyenJoyce2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JeremySachinYuenkaiChangyenJoyce2.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinJeremyChangyenJoyce1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinJeremyChangyenJoyce1.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHER AT WORK!(Sounds wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinChangyenJeremyJoyceSiwei.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinChangyenJeremyJoyceSiwei.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the..urm..Egyptian lookalikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YuenkaiJeremyZhenlin1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/YuenkaiJeremyZhenlin1.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC NCC ALL THE WAY! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I like your zhuai look HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YuenkaiI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="801" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/YuenkaiI.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I like my shirt colour.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot SBFF. You make my eyes look miniscule/microscopic, whatever. Or maybe it's the way I smile(Self-assuring okay!). You're sooooooooooo fun to hang out with(: AND a very good actor, I have to say. Thanks for freaking me out! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylI1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylI1.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes baby! We're so into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylI3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylI3.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2(This one)explains Picture 1(Above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylI2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylI2.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into you and you're into me. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my reunion dinner. Pretty early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-7931575222267173188?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/7931575222267173188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=7931575222267173188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7931575222267173188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/7931575222267173188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/note-to-self-chinese-new-year-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5948629352608176573</id><published>2009-01-21T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:07:29.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sorry D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really didn't mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Shopping on Friday for Chinese New Year clothes(Okay, I admit it's just an excuse to get new clothes). I'm yearning for my black shorts and many many shirts(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mellowed down.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I think about it, my craziness is waaaaay off.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I realise I don't cry much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worth my tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5948629352608176573?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5948629352608176573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5948629352608176573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5948629352608176573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5948629352608176573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-d-i-really-didnt-mean-it.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6412770495465305816</id><published>2009-01-20T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:19:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I looked into your eyes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love is all I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Geography test is postponed. I will thus have quality time with my geography notes and exam answers over the weekend, resulting in a better score for that test :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm only blogging today cause I'm busy editing my songs. Homework done, okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost. Absolutely lost. I think I still can't differentiate(dy/dx, ha!)what is what &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting? Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One irritant.&lt;br /&gt;One stupid/naive.&lt;br /&gt;And the final one stupid beyond words. I think it's a good kind of stupid. You know, not the insulting kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6412770495465305816?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6412770495465305816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6412770495465305816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6412770495465305816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6412770495465305816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-those-just-words-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-5365395311525612864</id><published>2009-01-19T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:15:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Will this ever end, will this house be a home again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not emo. I just don't feel like talking. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything's in a blur! Must be my eyes. Can't see anything clearly now. I can neither differentiate this from that nor that from this. I don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenlin's back anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;Chaoda like abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the present+chocolates. The kiwi chocolate was.. mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-5365395311525612864?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/5365395311525612864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=5365395311525612864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5365395311525612864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/5365395311525612864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-this-ever-end-will-this-house-be.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1467069079930417223</id><published>2009-01-16T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:06:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recruitment/CCA showcase. Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ChanelI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ChanelI.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC DM AND I(Must listen to Ms Lau, use ____ and I)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Chanel and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DanielI1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DanielI1.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JeremyI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JeremyI.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I&lt;br /&gt;His no.1 is :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylBearJoyceI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylBearJoyceI.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, Bear, Joyce and I. Where is Liying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ShichengI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ShichengI.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shicheng and I. I helped him polish his boots -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SiweiI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SiweiI.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siwei and I. I'm sorry, this is the only photo I took with you. So even if it looks retarded, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WeitingI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/WeitingI.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WeitingJeremy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 527px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/WeitingJeremy.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YuenkaiI1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/YuenkaiI1.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuenkai and I. Before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=YuenkaiI2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/YuenkaiI2.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuenkai and I. After -.-&lt;br /&gt;He's so black in this camouflage thing, if I did something to brightness and contrast I wouldn't be able to see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fun today. The breeze at night was awesomeeeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;I love stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1467069079930417223?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1467069079930417223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1467069079930417223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1467069079930417223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1467069079930417223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/recruitmentcca-showcase.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2894961521801754554</id><published>2009-01-15T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:15:33.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is absolutely nothing worthy for me to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, try "bladchok"/"blabchok". This is what appeared in our English work today. hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe "kerkrumples". It means forgot or something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's recruitment. I'm hoping what we did yesterday doesn't go to waste, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Rooftop dinner after recruitment is a must, but obviously there's no rooftop anywhere near our school to have dinner at, unless you count the helicopter landing lookalike at the top of our school block I-forgot-what-is-it's-name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ROOFTO.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="454" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ROOFTO.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFs -.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenlin's coming back soon!&lt;br /&gt;I believe we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; be very happy. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Besides the chocolates and all the stuff(I hope he remembered), I still think we'll be delighted he's back. Oh, then I can finally have him sitting next to be during math lessons PLUS the burden of collecting all the homework for him can be lifted off Joyce. Double Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy will be in no.1 tomorrow! You can expect lots of photos!&lt;br /&gt;Yuenkai in camouflageeeeeee. Awesome fefer(I remember this from secondary two literature). Photos again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tests in the upcoming week. So don't tempt me to come online(:&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Ammonia+Energy changes&lt;br /&gt;History: Japan(Whatever, it's the ISPL chapter)&lt;br /&gt;Geography: Mock exam. Study everything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDD! Tadah, I dropped Chinese for good. An A1 secured anyway. (Most probably the least expected subject to get an A1 first)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2894961521801754554?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2894961521801754554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2894961521801754554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2894961521801754554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2894961521801754554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-absolutely-nothing-worthy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8486629984466645434</id><published>2009-01-12T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:58:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Praise God for my chinese results. Now I have an option! I can choose whether to drop totally or continue with Higher Mother Tongue(Not going to be easy, fyi). :D&lt;br /&gt;Ha, my mum said "I show this(result slip)to your dad ask him buy new phone for you. And if you can get 8 of this(A1s)on your next year result slip I give you 2000bucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bribery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blinded by the lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold you through forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause if you jump, I will jump too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will fall together from the building's ledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never looking back at what we've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll say it was love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I would die for you on skyway avenue(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8486629984466645434?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8486629984466645434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8486629984466645434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8486629984466645434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8486629984466645434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay_12.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8151275132611418877</id><published>2009-01-05T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:30:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Career Workshop was FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;Learned LOTS of stuff. I think I know where to go after secondary school now. Still must score well though(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look quite spastic in the photos today. Rest of the group photos with Sheryl and class photos with Keneth. Will post it up once they get it on facebook and class blog respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoyceI2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="800" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JoyceI2.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoyceI3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JoyceI3.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoyceLiyingChangyenSherylYkextra.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JoyceLiyingChangyenSherylYkextra.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SachinYuenKaiChangYenSiWeiZhenlin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SachinYuenKaiChangYenSiWeiZhenlin.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SherylI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SherylI.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SiWeiChangYenZhenlinYuenKaiHongZhan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SiWeiChangYenZhenlinYuenKaiHongZhan.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZhenlinIJoyceextra.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/ZhenlinIJoyceextra.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Zhenlin! My mummy says you're good looking. LOL! Ego booster for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8151275132611418877?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8151275132611418877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8151275132611418877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8151275132611418877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8151275132611418877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2953600713849705909</id><published>2009-01-01T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:26:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I haven't been updating -.-&lt;br /&gt;So, it's finally 2009 and I'm so excited about going to the new school. Not.&lt;br /&gt;It feels too foreign for comfort. That's besides the HDB looking elevator that's located at the side of the canteen(for which they reused the old canteen chairs and benches, fyi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what to blog about. All the updates about YI camp, Christmas Bash and the New Year have been talked about in various blogs and I don't see the need to do so again, anyway. Ha. Maybe that's just an excuse for me to stop blogging -.-&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be a year filled with&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;TESTS&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;TESTS&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;br /&gt;TESTS&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you get the drift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2953600713849705909?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2953600713849705909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2953600713849705909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2953600713849705909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2953600713849705909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-know-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8016221585210222044</id><published>2008-12-24T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:30:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE :D&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I do NOT want a countdown either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8016221585210222044?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8016221585210222044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8016221585210222044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8016221585210222044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8016221585210222044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve-d-yay-i-do-not-want.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4433156340821944155</id><published>2008-12-12T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:29:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bimbo, and obviously, with a capital B. But it doesn't refer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSMs! Edited(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DanielandIblurred.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="450" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DanielandIblurred.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!~ (Oh, and boy was that contradicting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4433156340821944155?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4433156340821944155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4433156340821944155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4433156340821944155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4433156340821944155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/bimbo-and-obviously-with-capital-b.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-636417121592390081</id><published>2008-12-11T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:43:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Note to self: You have insufficient shorts for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This NEVER fails to happen. And I really should give it some thought as to why it's so, I suppose? I only have 2 pairs of school PE shorts, so please spare me the trouble of searching high and low for shorts that are long, cause I probably won't be able to find them anywhere, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I have more than enough FBTs (shorts, FYI) to last me two weeks without me rewashing any. But noooooo, I have to borrow pants from people. Long-shorts, then again, is an OXYMORON, if you haven't noticed. Apparently, things that contradict themselves are surfacing even more recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;To the search for long-shorts and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEYONDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;(And Daniel said my ROUND CUT grey FBTs xinping bought for me :D:D weren't THAT short when I wore them to the class BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;I know my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing? I'm not asking for any comments here(:&lt;br /&gt;Just one of my many laments,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdue photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DanielandI1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="451" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/DanielandI1.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSMs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=During3E1BBQ1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="451" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/During3E1BBQ1.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry, and meeeeeeeeeeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I gave that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JoyceandI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="451" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/JoyceandI.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I. Stupid marshmallow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SiweiandI1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="451" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/SiweiandI1.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siwei and I. Oh, she's giving the horny look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RooftopafterMyHope.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/RooftopafterMyHope.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooftop! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-636417121592390081?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/636417121592390081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=636417121592390081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/636417121592390081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/636417121592390081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/note-to-self-you-have-insufficient.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1460864606519422027</id><published>2008-12-10T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:33:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pardon my occasional imitation of bimbos, but I've come to a conclusion that I absolutely cannot tolerate bimbos at all. Maybe bimbotic actions, like shrieking unnecessarily etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out at church office today. And Gideon, I saw black tribe's flag in the church cafe -.-&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU THROW IT AROUND JUST LIKE THAT? tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think my post is getting nonsensical and not read-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;So I might as well stop here. GAAAAH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, couldn't resist to edit.&lt;br /&gt;Bored, so..&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone would have the patience to read till the end, but heck! To make my post longer only whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abluthophobia:Fear of bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="acarophobia"&gt;Acarophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching. Fear of skin infestation by mites or ticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="acerophobia"&gt;Acerophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sourness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="achluophobia"&gt;Achluophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="achluophobia"&gt;Achluophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of the dark or of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="acousticophobia"&gt;Acousticophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="acrophobia"&gt;Acrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aelurophobia"&gt;Aelurophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aeronausiphobia"&gt;Aeronausiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of vomiting due to airsickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aerophobia"&gt;Aerophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of draft. Fear of fresh air. Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="agoraphobia"&gt;Agoraphobia&lt;/a&gt;:Fear of open, public (sometimes crowded) places like markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="agrizoophobia"&gt;Agrizoophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of wild animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="agyrophobia"&gt;Agyrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of crossing streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aibohphobia"&gt;Aibohphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of palindromes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aichmophobia"&gt;Aichmophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of needles or pointed objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ailurophobia"&gt;Ailurophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cats. &lt;a name="algophobia"&gt;Algophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="altophobia"&gt;Altophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="amathophobia"&gt;Amathophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="amaxophobia"&gt;Amaxophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being in or riding in vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ambulophobia"&gt;Ambulophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ancraophobia"&gt;Ancraophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="androphobia"&gt;Androphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="anginophobia"&gt;Anginophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of narrowness. Fear of quinsy or other forms of sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ankylophobia"&gt;Ankylophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of stiff or immobile joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="anthrophobia"&gt;Anthrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="anthropophobia"&gt;Anthropophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of meeting people or society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="antlophobia"&gt;Antlophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="anuptaphobia"&gt;Anuptaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of staying single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="apeirophobia"&gt;Apeirophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aphephobia"&gt;Aphephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of touching or being touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="apiophobia"&gt;Apiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="apiphobia"&gt;Apiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aquaphobia"&gt;Aquaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="arachibutyrophobia"&gt;Arachibutyrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="arachnephobia"&gt;Arachnephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="arachnophobia"&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/a&gt;:Fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="arrhenphobia"&gt;Arrhenphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="asthenophobia"&gt;Asthenophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="astraphobia"&gt;Astraphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="astrapophobia"&gt;Astrapophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="atelophobia"&gt;Atelophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="atephobia"&gt;Atephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="atychiphobia"&gt;Atychiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aulophobia"&gt;Aulophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of flutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aurophobia"&gt;Aurophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="automysophobia"&gt;Automysophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="autophobia"&gt;Autophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aviatophobia"&gt;Aviatophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="aviophobia"&gt;Aviophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="b"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bacillophobia"&gt;Bacillophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of microbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bacteriophobia"&gt;Bacteriophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ballistophobia"&gt;Ballistophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of missles or bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="barophobia"&gt;Barophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="basophobia"&gt;Basophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Inability to stand. Fear of falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bathmophobia"&gt;Bathmophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bathophobia"&gt;Bathophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="batophobia"&gt;Batophobia&lt;/a&gt;: 1) Fear of heights or being close to high buildings. 2) Fear of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="batrachophobia"&gt;Batrachophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of frogs and toads. Fear of reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="belomophobia"&gt;Belomophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="belonephobia"&gt;Belonephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bibliophobia"&gt;Bibliophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="blennophobia"&gt;Blennophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bogyphobia"&gt;Bogyphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of demons and goblins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bromidrosiphobia"&gt;Bromidrosiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of bodily odors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="brontophobia"&gt;Brontophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of thunder storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cacomorphobia"&gt;Cacomorphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cainophobia"&gt;Cainophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of novelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="caligynephobia"&gt;Caligynephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of beautiful women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cancerophobia"&gt;Cancerophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cancerphobia"&gt;Cancerphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="carcinomatophobia"&gt;Carcinomatophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="carcinomophobia"&gt;Carcinomophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="carcinophobia"&gt;Carcinophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cardiophobia"&gt;Cardiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="catagelophobia"&gt;Catagelophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being ridiculed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cathisophobia"&gt;Cathisophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="catoptrophobia"&gt;Catoptrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="celtophobia"&gt;Celtophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of Celts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cenophobia"&gt;Cenophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of empty spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ceraunophobia"&gt;Ceraunophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of thunder. Fear of thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chaetophobia"&gt;Chaetophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cheimaphobia"&gt;Cheimaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cheimatophobia"&gt;Cheimatophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cherophobia"&gt;Cherophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of gaiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chionophobia"&gt;Chinophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cholerophobia"&gt;Cholerophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cholera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chorophobia"&gt;Chorophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chrematophobia"&gt;Chrematophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chrometophobia"&gt;Chrometophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chromophobia"&gt;Chromophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="chronophobia"&gt;Chronophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cibophobia"&gt;Cibophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="claustrophobia"&gt;Claustrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of confined spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cleptophobia"&gt;Cleptophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of thieves or loss through thievery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="climacophobia"&gt;Climacophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of falling downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="clinophobia"&gt;Clinophobia&lt;/a&gt;: 1) Fear of going to bed. 2) Fear of beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cnidophobia"&gt;Cnidophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of insect stings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="coitophobia"&gt;Coitophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cometophobia"&gt;Cometophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of comets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="coprophobia"&gt;Coprophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of feces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cryophobia"&gt;Cryophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of ice or frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="crystallophobia"&gt;Crystallophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of crystals. Fear of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cymophobia"&gt;Cymophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cynophobia"&gt;Cynophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cypridophobia"&gt;Cypridophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of veneral disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="d"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="deipnophobia"&gt;Deipnophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dining and dinner conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="decidophobia"&gt;Decidophobia&lt;/a&gt; : Fear of making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="demonophobia"&gt;Demonophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of spirits or demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="demophobia"&gt;Demophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dentophobia"&gt;Dentophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dentists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dermatophobia"&gt;Dermatophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of skin disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dermatosiophobia"&gt;Dermatosiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dextrophobia"&gt;Dextrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of objects on the right side of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dikephobia"&gt;Dikephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dinophobia"&gt;Dinophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of whirlpools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="diplopiaphobia"&gt;Diplopiaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of double vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dipsophobia"&gt;Dipsophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="domatophobia"&gt;Domatophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being in a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="doraphobia"&gt;Doraphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fur. Fear of contact with animal fur or skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dromophobia"&gt;Dromophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of crossing streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dysmorphophobia"&gt;Dysmorphophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of deformity, usually in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dystychiphobia"&gt;Dystychiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="e"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ecclesiophobia"&gt;Ecclesiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ecophobia"&gt;Ecophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of home. &lt;a name="eisoptrophobia"&gt;Eisoptrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of mirrors. Fear of looking into mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="electrophobia"&gt;Electrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="eleutherophobia"&gt;Eleutherophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="elurophobia"&gt;Elurophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="emetophobia"&gt;Emetophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="enetophobia"&gt;Enetophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of needles or pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="enosiophobia"&gt;Enosiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="entomophobia"&gt;Entomophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="eosophobia"&gt;Eosophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="eremophobia"&gt;Eremophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of lonliness. Fear of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ergasiophobia"&gt;Ergasiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: 1) Fear of work. 2) Surgeon's fear of operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ergophobia"&gt;Ergophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="erotophobia"&gt;Erotophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sexual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="erythrophobia"&gt;Erythrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: 1) Fear of red lights. 2) Fear of blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="eurotophobia"&gt;Eurotophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of the color red; fear of blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="f"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="febriphobia"&gt;Febriphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="felinophobia"&gt;Felinophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="frigophobia"&gt;Frigophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="g"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="galeophobia"&gt;Galeophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gallophobia"&gt;Gallophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of France or the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gametophobia"&gt;Gametophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gamophobia"&gt;Gamophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Gatophobia: Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="genophobia"&gt;Genophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gephyrophobia"&gt;Gephyrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of crossing bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gerascophobia"&gt;Gerascophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="geumophobia"&gt;Geumophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of tastes or flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="glossophobia"&gt;Glossophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="graphophobia"&gt;Graphophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gymnophobia"&gt;Gymnophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of nudity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gynephobia"&gt;Gynephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gynophobia"&gt;Gynophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="h"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hadeophobia"&gt;Hadeophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="haemaphobia"&gt;Haemaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="haematophobia"&gt;Haematophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hagiophobia"&gt;Hagiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hamartophobia"&gt;Hamartophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="haphophobia"&gt;Haphophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="haptophobia"&gt;Haptophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="harpaxophobia"&gt;Harpaxophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hedonophobia"&gt;Hedonophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="heliophobia"&gt;Heliophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of the sun. Fear of (or abnormal sensitivity to) sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="helminthophobia"&gt;Helminthophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being infested with worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hemaphobia"&gt;Hemaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hematophobia"&gt;Hematophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hemophobia"&gt;Hemophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="herpetophobia"&gt;Herpetophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hierophobia"&gt;Hierophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of priests. Fear of sacred objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hippophobia"&gt;Hippophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hodophobia"&gt;Hodophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of road travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="homichlophobia"&gt;Homichlophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="homilophobia"&gt;Homilophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sermons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="homophobia"&gt;Homophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sameness, monotony. Fear of homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hydrophobia"&gt;Hydrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hydrophobophobia"&gt;Hydrophobophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hygrophobia"&gt;Hygrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of liquids. Fear of liquids, esp. wine and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hylephobia"&gt;Hylephobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of wood or woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hypegiaphobia"&gt;Hypegiaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hypengyophobia"&gt;Hypengyophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hypnophobia"&gt;Hypnophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hypsiphobia"&gt;Hypsiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of high places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="hypsophobia"&gt;Hypsophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of high places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="i"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="iatrophobia"&gt;Iatrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of going to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ichthyophobia"&gt;Ichthyophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ideophobia"&gt;Ideophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="iophobia"&gt;Iophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of poisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="isopterophobia"&gt;Isopterophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of termites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="j"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="japanophobia"&gt;Japanophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="judeophobia"&gt;Judeophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kakorrhaphiophobia"&gt;Kakorrhaphiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of failure or defeat. [How apt it would be to get this word in a spelling contest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="katagelophobia"&gt;Katagelophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kenophobia"&gt;Kenophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of empty spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kenophobia"&gt;Kenophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of voids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="keraunophobia"&gt;Keraunophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of thunder. Fear of thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kinetophobia"&gt;Kinetophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of movement or motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kleptophobia"&gt;Kleptophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of thieves or loss through thievery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="koniophobia"&gt;Koniophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="koniophobia"&gt;Koniophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kopophobia"&gt;Kopophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fatigue. Fear of mental or physical examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kynophobia"&gt;Kynophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="kyphophobia"&gt;Kyphophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of stooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="l"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="laliophobia"&gt;Laliophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lepraphobia"&gt;Lepraphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="leprophobia"&gt;Leprophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="levophobia"&gt;Levophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of objects on the left side of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ligyrophobia"&gt;Ligyrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lilapsophobia"&gt;Lilapsophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of tornadoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="limnophobia"&gt;Limnophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="linonophobia"&gt;Linonophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="logophobia"&gt;Logophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lunaphobia"&gt;Lunaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lygophobia"&gt;Lygophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of darknes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="lyssophobia"&gt;Lyssophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of becoming insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="m"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="macrophobia"&gt;Macrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of long waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="maieusiophobia"&gt;Maieusiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="maniaphobia"&gt;Maniaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="mastigophobia"&gt;Mastigophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of punishment. Fear of flogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="mechanophobia"&gt;Mechanophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of machines or machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="megalophobia"&gt;Megalophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of large things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="melissophobia"&gt;Melissophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="melophobia"&gt;Melophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="merinthophobia"&gt;Merinthophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="metallophobia"&gt;Metallophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="meteorophobia"&gt;Meteorophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of meteors or meteorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="metrophobia"&gt;Metrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="microbiophobia"&gt;Microbiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of microbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="microphobia"&gt;Microphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of microbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="misanthropy"&gt;Misanthropy&lt;/a&gt;: Hatred of mankind; pessimistic distrust of human nature expressed in thought and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="misogynism"&gt;Misogynism&lt;/a&gt;: Hatred of females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="misogyny"&gt;Misogyny&lt;/a&gt;: Hatred of females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="misophobia"&gt;Misophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dirt, especially of being contaminated by dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="misosophy"&gt;Misosophy&lt;/a&gt;: Hatred of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="molysomophobia"&gt;Molysomophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dirt or contamination. Fear of infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="monopathophobia"&gt;Monopathophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of sickness in a specific part of the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="monophobia"&gt;Monophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being alone. Fear of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="musicophobia"&gt;Musicophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="musophobia"&gt;Musophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="mycrophobia"&gt;Mycrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="mysophobia"&gt;Mysophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dirt or contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="mythophobia"&gt;Mythophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of making false statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="myxophobia"&gt;Myxophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="myxophobia"&gt;Myxophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="n"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="nebulaphobia"&gt;Nebulaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="necrophobia"&gt;Necrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of dead things. Fear of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="neophobia"&gt;Neophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="nephophobia"&gt;Nephophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="noctiphobia"&gt;Noctiphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="nosophobia"&gt;Nosophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of becoming ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="novercaphobia"&gt;Novercaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of your mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="nudophobia"&gt;Nudophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of nudity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="nyctophobia"&gt;Nyctophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of the dark or of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="o"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ochlophobia"&gt;Ochlophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of crowds or mobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ochophobia"&gt;Ochophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="odontophobia"&gt;Odontophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="odynophobia"&gt;Odynophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="oecophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oecophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="oenophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oenophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="oikophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oikophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="oinophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oinophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="olfactophobia"&gt;Olfactophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ombrophobia"&gt;Ombrophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of rain or of being rained on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ommetaphobia"&gt;Ommetaphobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="onomatophobia"&gt;Onomatophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of hearing a certain word or words, or name or names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ophidiophobia"&gt;Ophidiophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ophthalmophobia"&gt;Ophthalmophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of being stared at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ornithophobia"&gt;Ornithophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="orthophobia"&gt;Orthophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="osmophobia"&gt;Osmophobia&lt;/a&gt;: Fear of smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="p"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="panphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Panphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of everything. A nonspecific fear; A state of general anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="panthophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Panthophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of suffering and disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pantophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pantophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of everything. A nonspecific fear; A state of general anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="papaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Papaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="paralipophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paralipophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of responsibility. Fear of neglect of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="paraphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paraphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of sexual perversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="parasitophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Parasitophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of parasites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="parthenophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Parthenophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of virgins or young girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pathophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pathophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="peccatophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peccatophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pediculophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pediculophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of lice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pediphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pediaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pedophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pedophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="peladophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peladophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of baldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="peniaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peniaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="peniaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peniaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pentheraphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pentheraphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of mother-in-law. See also Novercaphobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phagophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phagophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of swallowing. Fear of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pharmacophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pharmacophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pharmcophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pharmcophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phasmophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phasmophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phenogophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phenogophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="philophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Philophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of falling in love or being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="philosophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Philosophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phobophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phobophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of phobias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phonemophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phonemophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phonophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phonophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of noises or voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="photalgiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photalgiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of photalgin, pain in the eyes caused by light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="photophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of light. Fear of (strong) light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="phthiriophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Phthiriophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of lice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="placophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Placophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of tombstones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pluviophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pluviophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of rain or of being rained on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pneumatophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pneumatophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of spirits or noncorporeal beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pnigerophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pnigerophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of choking. Fear of smothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pnigophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pnigophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pogonophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pogonophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of beards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="poinephobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poinephobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="politicophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Politicophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="polyphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Polyphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ponophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ponophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fearear of overworking. Fear of fatigue, esp. thru overworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="potamophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Potamophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="potophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Potophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of alcohol or acoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="prosophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prosophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="psellismophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Psellismophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of stuttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="psychophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Psychophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="psychophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Psychophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pteronophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pteronophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of being tickled by feathers. Fear of feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pyrexiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pyrexiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="pyrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pyrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="q"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="r"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="rectophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rectophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of rectum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="rhabdophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rhabdophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="rhypophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rhypophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of filth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="rhytiphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rhytiphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of getting wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="russophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Russophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of Russians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="s"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="satanophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Satanophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="scholionophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scholionophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="sciophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sciophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="scoleciphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scoleciphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="scolionophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scolionophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="scopophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scopophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of being seen or looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="scotophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scotophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="scotophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scotophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the dark or of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="selaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Selaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of light flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="septophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Septophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of decaying matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="siderodromophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Siderodromophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of train travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="siderophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Siderophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="sinophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sinophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="sitiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="sitiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="sitophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="sitophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="soceraphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soceraphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of parents-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="solophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Solophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the sun. Fear of (or abnormal sensitivity to) sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="sophophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sophophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="specrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Specrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of specters or phantoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="spectrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spectrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of looking in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="spermatophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spermatophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="spermophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spermophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of germs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="spheksophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spheksophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; : Fear of wasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="stasibasiphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stasibasiphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of standing or walking. Conviction that one cannot stand or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="staurophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Staurophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of crosses or the crucifix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="stenophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stenophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of narrow things or places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="stygiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stygiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="stygiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stygiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="syngenesophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Syngenesophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="t"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="tabophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tabophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of a wasting sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tachophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tachophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="taphephobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Taphephobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="taphophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Taphophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of graves or being buried alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="tapinophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tapinophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of being contagious. Fear of small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="taurophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Taurophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="technophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Technophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of arts and crafts. Fear of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="teleophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teleophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: 1) Fear of definite plans. 2) Fear of religious ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="telephonophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Telephonophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of telephones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="teratophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teratophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of monsters. Fear of bearing a deformed child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="terdekaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Terdekaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the number 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="teutophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teutophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of German or German things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thaasophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thaasophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of being idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thalassophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thalassophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thanatophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanatophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of death or dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="theatrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theatrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="theologicophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theologicophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="theophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of gods or religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thermophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thermophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thixophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thixophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="thixophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thixophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tocophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tocophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of pregnancy or childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tokophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tokophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of pregnancy or childbirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="tomophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of surgical operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tonitrophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tonitrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="topophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Topophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of certain places. Fear of performing ("Stage Fright").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="toxicophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toxicophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="toxiphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toxiphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="toxophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toxophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="traumatophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Traumatophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of injury. Fear of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tremophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tremophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of trembling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="trichophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trichophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="triskadekaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Triskadekaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the number 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tropophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tropophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of making changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="tyrannophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tyrannophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of tyrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="u"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="uranophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uranophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="urophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Urophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="v"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="vaccinophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vaccinophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of vaccines and vaccination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="venereophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Venereophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of venereal disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="verbophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Verbophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="vermiphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vermiphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of (earth, not intestinal) worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="vestiophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vestiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="vitricophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vitricophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of one's step-father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="w"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="x"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="xanthophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Xanthophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="xenophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Xenophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of strangers or foreigners, or anything foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="xerophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Xerophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of dryness and dry places, esp. deserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="xylophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Xylophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of wooden objects or forests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="y"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="z"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="zelophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zelophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="zoophobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zoophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Fear of animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why there are repetitions. Probably synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.ojohaven.com/fun/phobias.html"&gt;http://www.ojohaven.com/fun/phobias.html&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1460864606519422027?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1460864606519422027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1460864606519422027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1460864606519422027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1460864606519422027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-pardon-my-occasional-imitation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4365800180757340134</id><published>2008-12-08T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:42:31.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my(after procrastinating for I-don't-know-how-long) A math and E math quizzes online. And I'm glad to say I screwed the E math one up -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/15(66.67%) for E math and 5/5(100%) for A math is a very vast difference, if you can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;It's over and done with anyway. So nevermind. I guess it's another lousy grade for E math YET AGAIN, if this quiz is taken into account. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;Got my new wallet. And it's the movies with Rooftop tomorrow :D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Left with Chemistry Revision. Utterly disappointed with my Physics results this year, so I've half, or rather, three quarter given up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Toodles! (Oh, and I'm not bimbo)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we're in green tribe. Forgot to blog about that. I can see groans on everyones faces. Yes, green shirts. Greaaaaaaaaaat. I only have a grand total of ONE green shirt in my entire closet/wardrobe, whatever. I know I know, this is not what the entire camp is about, but either way I still find it a hindrance to start searching high and low for a shirt I'm not going to wear more than once. No complains though, besides that, I'm sure camp is going to be A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining the entire day, I likeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;Though it would be bad if I went out. Can't stand the rain when I'm walking in the middle of Orchard Road. Alright, that's really very random.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy agreed to me buying a new shirt and a new pair of jeans. Yes, I hear many people shouting "hip hip hurray, she finally buys jeans", right? WRONG. I still love my shorts. LOL. I'm going crazy, pardon that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg, Borrow, Steal. (I know it's not right to put a capitalised alphabet after a comma, but heck.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4365800180757340134?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4365800180757340134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4365800180757340134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4365800180757340134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4365800180757340134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-finished-myafter-procrastinating.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-835764159733277624</id><published>2008-12-06T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:02:41.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you leave me tonight, I'll wake up alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me I will make it on my own, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me tonight, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This heart of stone will sing till it dies if you leave me tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significant?&lt;br /&gt;Or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-835764159733277624?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/835764159733277624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=835764159733277624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/835764159733277624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/835764159733277624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-leave-me-tonight-ill-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-8758712552879116103</id><published>2008-12-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:18:50.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks. Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;What you said sure helped loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-8758712552879116103?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/8758712552879116103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=8758712552879116103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8758712552879116103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/8758712552879116103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1923646927215012274</id><published>2008-12-04T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:25:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I can't wait to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sixteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen&lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Just two more months! Absolute anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's going to be Christmas soon!&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas! The season puts a smile on everyones face, no doubt. At least, it does for me.&lt;br /&gt;White Christmases! Presents! Outings! Christmas lights! tadaaaaaaaaaaa!~&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't really matter I guess? Since Christmas &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;indeed more than just those presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YI camp!(I seem to be blogging in reverse mode now. Zoom to next year, then back to this year again.)&lt;br /&gt;I STILL do not want to be in the same tribe as my brother. No qualms about that.&lt;br /&gt;No can do though. I would just have to resort to borrowing shirts from he/she-who-must-not-be-named if I really end up with my brother. Who in the world would own so many green shirts?! I just settled my SHORTS problem, and now comes the shirt problem. hmm. Just ranting though. I'd like you to know that I don't think there's anything worth criticising about this small paragraph, thank you. (Just in case anyone reads too much into this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlings, if you see this!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow 10am outside Joyce house that bus stop! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1923646927215012274?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1923646927215012274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1923646927215012274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1923646927215012274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1923646927215012274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-i-cant-wait-to-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4411465955708799494</id><published>2008-12-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:19:31.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I may borrow HongZhang's word, WADANEH?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be in the same tribe as my BROTHER for YI camp, Period.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH, no he isn't THAT bad, but either way it'll be weird. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4411465955708799494?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4411465955708799494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4411465955708799494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4411465955708799494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4411465955708799494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-may-borrow-hongzhangs-word-wadaneh.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4140221898765385734</id><published>2008-11-27T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:48:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Twelve Days Of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;A partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping,&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Eleven pipers piping,&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping,&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me&lt;br /&gt;Twelve drummers drumming,&lt;br /&gt;Eleven pipers piping,&lt;br /&gt;Ten lords a-leaping,&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Eight maids a-milking,&lt;br /&gt;Seven swans a-swimming,&lt;br /&gt;Six geese a-laying,&lt;br /&gt;Five golden rings,&lt;br /&gt;Four calling birds,&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens,&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves,&lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning?&lt;br /&gt;1 True Love refers to God&lt;br /&gt;2 Turtle Doves refers to the Old and New Testaments&lt;br /&gt;3 French Hens refers to Faith, Hope and Charity, the Theological Virtues&lt;br /&gt;4 Calling Birds refers to the Four Gospels and/or the Four Evangelists&lt;br /&gt;5 Golden Rings refers to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.&lt;br /&gt;6 Geese A-laying refers to the six days of creation&lt;br /&gt;7 Swans A-swimming refers to the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, the seven sacraments&lt;br /&gt;8 Maids A-milking refers to the eight beatitudes&lt;br /&gt;9 Ladies Dancing refers to the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;10 Lords A-leaping refers to the ten commandments&lt;br /&gt;11 Pipers Piping refers to the eleven faithful apostles&lt;br /&gt;12 Drummers Drumming refers to the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4106192072025881314</id><published>2008-11-26T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:27:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reminder: Christmas Presents for Leadership Conference buddies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tiring, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Place was definitely a good choice though. The morning rush and the flood of people everytime the MRT comes? Favourable for us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with Ruth, Joyce and Liying.&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun time, obviously. I shan't elaborate any longer. Its been tiring. My shoulder ached-plenty. Though I don't have any idea whether it was due to drill or the bag getting heavier and heavier as it was filled with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway Tandoori Chicken was good :D&lt;br /&gt;I likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee honey mustard!&lt;br /&gt;The Soup Spoon was waaaaay filling. Sorry guys! (Oh, the spicy wedges was awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs and arms all exhausted after a long day today.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tay said something like:Keep your feelings to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And then:We're walking to the place we're going to pass the bags back to them.&lt;br /&gt;*Shocked faces, gasps*&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't such a long route ANYWAY. Miss Tay scam! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Justina, Josmin, Esther and Shariel today!&lt;br /&gt;JUSTINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA(:&lt;br /&gt;You're so black now! Aww.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much! LC last year was the most memorable!&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Liying's present, and without fail, I GOT SOMETHING FOR MYSELF, AGAIN. I just can't contain my urge to buy things when I have money I guess? Okay, bad thing. Economy isn't good now :(&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for YI camp and troubled, yet again for what pants I have available to wear and bring to it. -.- Greaaaaaat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4106192072025881314?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4106192072025881314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4106192072025881314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4106192072025881314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4106192072025881314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminder-christmas-presents-for.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-6441604365460272400</id><published>2008-11-21T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:15:59.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, before I forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas she gave him her heart.&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, it was on E bay&lt;br /&gt;Next year, to save her from tears&lt;br /&gt;She sold it at pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song :D&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find the song about the *cough* "12 days of Christmas" Ruth composed.&lt;br /&gt;And the picture that got people saying she had AP -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-6441604365460272400?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/6441604365460272400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=6441604365460272400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6441604365460272400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/6441604365460272400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-before-i-forget-last-christmas-she.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2420984584983477709</id><published>2008-11-21T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:34:55.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) The person who tagged me: Joyce Qing Yuen Kai&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is: girlfriend! classmate!&lt;br /&gt;3) Your five impressions of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;1. Likes Yk&lt;br /&gt;2. LOVES green&lt;br /&gt;3. HATES butterflies&lt;br /&gt;4. Anorexic(sp?! forgot dey) okay, I'm kidding. FYI if you guys are too dull.&lt;br /&gt;5. Always says she has fat but hairless legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you: Wah, these will sound very shallow. Lets just say she let me lie on her shoulder and piggybacked me before. (Can't just stick to the MOST)&lt;br /&gt;5) The most memorable thing that he/she had said to you: "I think I want to buy BUTTERFLY clips"&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will: Freak out cause she isn't lesbian. Oh, and because she's apparently ATTACHED.&lt;br /&gt;7)If he/she becomes your lover, thing he/she will: Pei me go see butterflies(Though I don't really like them, it's just to torment her. MUAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will: be sad until cry. Cause she's one of my bestest girlfriends. BFF -.-&lt;br /&gt;9) If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be: Too little hair on her legs. Jealousy kills.&lt;br /&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is: I have no idea. Ask Yuenkai to help her get the black rabbit with droopy ears.&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression of him/her is: One of the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;12) How you think people around you will feel about you? I'm frickin weird.&lt;br /&gt;13) The characteristics you love of yourself are: I'm not the chao gu niang type princess. I'm the EMPRESS DOWAGER and I'm a quarter guy with an extremely aggressive side to myself. Oh, I can scold people too. Make them COWER before me. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;14) On the contrary, the characteristics you hate of yourself are: I can't do sciences. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;15) The most ideal person you want to be is: A person who doesn't be so rigid as to stick to the rules all the time. (I enjoy my freedom you see) And a person who will hold on to her morals and values despite not being so rigid :D&lt;br /&gt;16) For people who care for and like you, say something to them: Thank You and I love you plenty. Regardless of whether you are a guy or a girl. And by the way, I appreciate you people tolerating whatever shit and bad temper I give sometimes. Plus my always-present rubbish talk.&lt;br /&gt;17) Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;1. Joyce(okay, I just want to know, no need to re-do this quiz)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;3. Liying&lt;br /&gt;(same applies to you two :D)&lt;br /&gt;4. Siwei&lt;br /&gt;5. Ruth! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;6. Josmin&lt;br /&gt;7. Justina&lt;br /&gt;8. Hongzhang&lt;br /&gt;9. Huning&lt;br /&gt;10. Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who is no. 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Josmin: I-have-no-idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is no. 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Huning: Male, though I think it'll be hard to guess by his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Justina&amp;amp;Jeremy: Okay, first, we cannot have relationship(It's not like I care about this though). Second, they don't even know each other. So it wouldn't be a good thing because it'll be creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: How to murder ________ for dummies. Actually, I would like to study that too. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) When is the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Liying: stupid pig go chalet, wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon! (That was what I last heard from him at school during morning assembly) Okay, thats rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;Liying: I would if you think lesbianism is okay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;Justina: Sure, my psycho partner. But then again, she's a SHE for a reason?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Siwei: Go assume. But if you assume, you make an ass out of me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: Tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What’s the hobby for no.4?&lt;br /&gt;Siwei: Get people as horny as her ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Does no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&amp;amp;Huning: Then again, they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl: Bukit Batok Secondary School. A proud BBS SIANNNNN. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Say something casual about no.1.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: Horniest one. Oops, thats for Sachin. Exclusively. Lets see. You rocker :D (yah, seriously -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;Hongzhang: Er. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Huning: I KNOW I KNOW! CCK! #0*-1** I forgot what block though. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) What colour does no.3 like?&lt;br /&gt;Liying: Yah, same as joyce. Nice colours. Sorry darling, when you're back from chalet, tell us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&amp;amp;Ruth: Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Does no. 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Joyce: Her pet cookie monster? Buy her a black rabbit then she'll have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Justina: How would I know? But she's fun. (Okay, digressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) What is no. 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2420984584983477709?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2420984584983477709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2420984584983477709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2420984584983477709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2420984584983477709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-person-who-tagged-me-joyce-qing-yuen.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-4115699601715933347</id><published>2008-11-17T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:45:30.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACARDI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I do not like sakae sushi. I prefer Pan Pacific Hotel's Keyaki. So if you please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-4115699601715933347?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/4115699601715933347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=4115699601715933347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4115699601715933347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/4115699601715933347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/bacardi-breezer-rum-refresher-best.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-1788134189292539836</id><published>2008-11-13T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:47.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of the sec3's supplementary lessons.&lt;br /&gt;After three "i-thought-was-going-to-be-torturous" weeks, we're free.&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird to leave this campus though. It may be old and all, but it holds memories.&lt;br /&gt;2e3 was united in that very building, that block isolated from the rest of the school :D&lt;br /&gt;So I think this is the reason why I have a certain inclination towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we(Liying, Joyce, Yuenkai, Sachin, Zhenlin and I)hung around in 3e1 0401 B201 classroom(Okay, I'm not sure about the B number)and made a mark there. Oops, I know. But we couldn't resist. So one wouldn't be surprised when they see a nice hot pink mark somewhere(:&lt;br /&gt;Had absolute fun with them! And SACHIN IS SUPER HORNY. Horniest one. (Think on the lines of a song, you'll get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Ruth Tang Yee Ning, top in standard for three years in a row now, for the fantastic piece of-er-divider you gave me! Really! I didn't expect you to do it for me so quickly. And to think I just asked for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Tomorrow! (Sachin knows the song!!)&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have a..&lt;br /&gt;Oops-can't-tell-you party.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine what we're going to do next year after the O's if we're doing this now. HA!&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUNFUNFUN :D&lt;br /&gt;I can barely wait! Tomorrow's only a couple of hours away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-1788134189292539836?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/1788134189292539836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=1788134189292539836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1788134189292539836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/1788134189292539836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-marks-end-of-sec3s-supplementary.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3883009237313455186</id><published>2008-11-11T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:40:19.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the Fantastic Four goes out to do projects?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=021-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="602" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/021-10.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga babes. I absolutely agree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=022-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/022-9.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toffee Nut Frappuccino! Grande. Note the pronounciation: "Grund-day"&lt;br /&gt;And its not TOU-FEE. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=023-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/023-9.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the smiley face. The staple mark and my real bite mark :D&lt;br /&gt;MY TEETH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=024-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/024-9.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what was up with him. Oh, Joyce told him to do that, I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=025-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/025-9.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops a daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=026-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/026-9.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really look normal here. The hand on ZhenLin's cheek is NOT mine.&lt;br /&gt;And the guys took the formal route. Formal shirt and jeans :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=027-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/027-8.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhulian failure. Yk was about to laugh. Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=028-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/028-8.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=029-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/029-8.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pose. I don't know whats so mega about mega mac though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=030-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/030-8.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I CANNOT wait for Friday. I'm going to cut off meals till then to have a F.E.A.S.T. Not camp feast -.- And I'm just KIDDING. I can't DON'T eat. Its so wrong. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!~&lt;br /&gt;(That was on purpose, mind you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3883009237313455186?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3883009237313455186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3883009237313455186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3883009237313455186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3883009237313455186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-fantastic-four-goes-out-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-3823143225857208716</id><published>2008-11-09T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:34:23.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want my dog back :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-3823143225857208716?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/3823143225857208716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=3823143225857208716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3823143225857208716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/3823143225857208716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-want-my-dog-back.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-2245671627024715999</id><published>2008-11-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:31:00.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No two-faced bitching around here!&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely disagreeing to whatever's planned out and my stand is firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pu said something about not committing too much. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35891878-2245671627024715999?l=und0ubted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/feeds/2245671627024715999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35891878&amp;postID=2245671627024715999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2245671627024715999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35891878/posts/default/2245671627024715999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://und0ubted.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-two-faced-bitching-around-here-im.html' title=''/><author><name>changyen(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13848475762574494587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35891878.post-7037507934927358988</id><published>2008-11-06T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:30:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH. Finally, photos as promised :D&lt;br /&gt;And I shall let them speak for themselves. HOMEWORKKKK &gt;.&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=011-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="598" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/011-8.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=012-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/012-8.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=013-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/013-8.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=015-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/015-8.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=014-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/014-9.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=016-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/016-10.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=017-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/017-9.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=018-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/018-10.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=019-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/019-8.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=020-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/020-9.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=021-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/021-9.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=022-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/022-8.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=023-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/023-8.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=024-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/024-8.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=025-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="599" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/025-8.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/changyen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=026-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; 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