<?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-21242722</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:25:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>witness of a miracle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21242722.post-3801833949848119366</id><published>2008-05-29T00:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:03:39.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=cutedavid2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/cutedavid2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a week since the end of season 7 of american idol but im still upset over the hard fact that cook won. 12 million votes- it just means that cook fans voted 1000 times as hard after simon called the finals a 'knock-out', favouring archie. the producers apparently want cook to win judging from the top 3 song choices. like they stopped archie from doing an upbeat version of 'Longer'(archie still did his thing but the outcome may prolly differ) and made syesha sing a penguin song. they let cook sing the amazing 'Don't Wanna Miss A Thing' by Aerosmith, which was originally archie's choice of song. now isnt that obvious that idol producers want cook to win? maybe simon did the 'knock-out' thing delibrately to harvest more votes for cook(a local mag had the same sentiments, so im not the only one). they should probably change the title of this show to 'Producers' Idol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=ohdavid.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/ohdavid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever it may be, everything happens for a reason. maybe archie is meant for greater things (than AI) in life. since he's not bounded by the company in any way, he can do whatever he wants with his music, in other words, freedom. from idol history (a reliable source i've read), it seems that winners bounded to the company didnt do very well until they signed on another contract elsewhere (think kelly c, carrie u. this is a fact- im not cursing cook in any way). PLUS, he IS seventeen. lots of time to improve on his musicianship. who knows if he'll take up zac efron in HSM? he is, afterall, a teen idol already. AND, maybe he'll be as sexy as JT in 8 years time. what i wanna say is- youth is an asset. so, GOOD FOR YOU ARCHIE! it may actually prove to be a smart move not to win AI afterall. the world needs another clay aiken. all the way archie! the next josh groban(or even better)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=boxingdavid.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/boxingdavid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna bash cook in anyway cos i feel that both archie and cook are amazingly talented in their own elements. like, i cant imagine archie rocking out on an electric guitar nor can i think of cook playing piano gracefully. its like comparing apples and oranges; they're uncomparable. its a matter of perference. obviously i prefer pure voice over raspy voice, and pop/ballad over rock. im sure i'll be a cook stalker if they were the other way round. i like them both but i still love archie much MUCH more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=guitarherodavid.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/guitarherodavid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so having said that, what the hell is wrong with some cook fans who are still bashing archie after their cookie won? cute+ adorable+ amazingly talented+ incredibly humble+ a great sport+ supportive+ lovable+ being 17 years old+ his love for music+ being a prodigy &lt;strong&gt;DOES NOT EQUATE TO &lt;/strong&gt;gay. so why dun they get a life and be glad that cook won?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=davidandhair-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/davidandhair-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to make a point that cook's win may be temporary. watch your back cook. cos archie's gonna be bigger and win more grammys! HAHAHA! anyway, who would care if you are an idol winner or not as long as you sell a gazillion records?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=davidsinging.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/davidsinging.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DAVID ARCHULETA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/?action=view&amp;current=archey-angel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/archey-angel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Obessive David Disorder and I'm proud of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-3801833949848119366?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3801833949848119366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=3801833949848119366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3801833949848119366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3801833949848119366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-david-archuleta-it-has-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-6939469507596130777</id><published>2008-01-13T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:32:23.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Le Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having chalets like back to back these days. guitar chalet, class chalet, DHA chalet. although class and guitar chalet happened to be on the same days, i had definitely spent more time at the guitar chalet. come on. who wouldnt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i really dont feel like blogging now. but since JIAYAN had pleaded me to post something, i shall kindly oblige. haha. this is for you xiao yo: smack yer butt!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im harboring false hopes but im still looking forward to a day when we'll meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-6939469507596130777?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6939469507596130777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=6939469507596130777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/6939469507596130777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/6939469507596130777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2008/01/le-chalet-having-chalets-like-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-6003193636491811071</id><published>2008-01-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:00:31.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time with my new student- liya. i think she's full of potential to achieve her desired results. she just needs a little pushing from me. glad i found a student who's willing to listen and learn something from the no-experience-at-all tutor like me. probably giving her tuition twice a week from now onwards cos i think she really needs to brush up on her content. other than that, she has an improving attitude towards studying, which i think is excellent! jiayou liya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im like promoting myself to some guitar juniors, in hopes to actually tutor them (and earn more money). dont ask me how much im charging cos i think im underpaid. i mean, severely underpaid. sighs. probably taking up more assignments can make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda crashed guitar orientation aka JAM (junior's aptitude for music) after tuition. i miss the guitar room. haven stepped in there since the last performance, which was July 2007! many changes have taken place from then on. TPJC is actually transforming into a huge MacDonalds' campus!? walls are repainted into yellow and red. wth. even the teacher-in-charge has changed. from er-hmmm to ms YEAH. yes. ms YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the juniors in guitar are definitely growing and improving in their playing. but i would say there is still room for improvement. especially for new guitar 1. hang in there ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1am. need to remove the contact lens from my tired eyes. cya soon. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-6003193636491811071?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6003193636491811071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=6003193636491811071' 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/&gt;a lil update on what im up to right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Prom shopping&lt;br /&gt;2)More prom shopping&lt;br /&gt;3)Chalets&lt;br /&gt;4)Movie maratons&lt;br /&gt;5)malaysia-ing&lt;br /&gt;6)asiaence(love it)&lt;br /&gt;7)facebook-ing&lt;br /&gt;8)job searching&lt;br /&gt;9)trying to give tuition soon&lt;br /&gt;10)getting relief teacher job @ tpjc&lt;br /&gt;11)stoning &lt;br /&gt;12)sleeping until afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the post A'lvl life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar chalet today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-7520174439072633338?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7520174439072633338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Straight As &lt;br /&gt;Straight As&lt;br /&gt;Straight As&lt;br /&gt;Straight As&lt;br /&gt;Straight As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRAIGHT As!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-8591373520357156952?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8591373520357156952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=8591373520357156952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8591373520357156952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8591373520357156952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/10/straight-as-straight-as-straight-as.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-980638541199634400</id><published>2007-09-21T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:38:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Wake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left on tuesday evening while in labour. fluid from the womb flowed into her lungs, causing her to collaspe. the newborn was saved and is currently in the ICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she seemed peaceful when we last saw her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will remember her for her passion for teaching, and also someone who had a gentle, caring and approachable dispositon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Mrs Serene Ng for your guidance in emath. we will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-980638541199634400?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/980638541199634400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=980638541199634400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/980638541199634400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/980638541199634400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/09/wake-she-left-on-tuesday-evening-while.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-1090375269619688903</id><published>2007-07-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:44:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RANDOM STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im just so bored! so i went to do some lame tests on personality and other crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 78% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you may not think of yourself as the ice queen, admit it, you're often in a bad mood.And it's those around you who often bear the brunt of your annoyance, even if they haven't done anything wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so not true! im like so warm and friendly. haha. i think it is more appropriate if its describing swan. maybe im just the keep-things-to-myself person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Would Choose Money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/money.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that love doesn't always last forever - but money can.Why bother with jealousy, petty fights, and hurt feelings?You rather just go shopping!And while marrying for money may be lonely, you'll always be well dressed, well traveled, and well fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/"&gt;Would You Choose Love or Money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasp! omg. being a treasurer really changed some things abt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. at least im considered as one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. off to do econs assignment nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-1090375269619688903?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1090375269619688903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=1090375269619688903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/1090375269619688903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/1090375269619688903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-stuff-im-just-so-bored-so-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-7364873619911859432</id><published>2007-07-08T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:59:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS SUDDEN URGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahh! seems like my blog has been dead for a godzillion years! at least its not like completely dead nw cos i have some animation there (above). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had &lt;em&gt;this sudden urge&lt;/em&gt; to type something. so ya. im back! but not for long. i think. 'cause this term will be even worse than the last. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was finally our LAST performance on tues, 3rd June at the Singapore Conference Hall for our presentation. it feels kinda weird now like i can leave school super early and i wun be seeing people that i've once seen so many times for SYF that oftenly anymore. it feels weird to bond more with my class clique than cca cliques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;took more photos on tues cos it was really our last. so here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the storeroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more storeroom pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some random pic at SCH. changing and getting ready for performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 of us. eh a bit formal eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how abt this? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lichiao.. err i mean liya my darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the huge drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;god'zee'lla/chimpan'zee' and me. guitar 1 SLs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0512.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my zhu(3) ren(2)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jiehui and jieyun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh that looks like qq. i made him smile k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;treasurers! my tu(2) di(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;poppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;errr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;woohoo! guitar 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;awww so pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i just love guitar 1. ey jean u stand in front cos ure short rite? hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so gonna miss guitar :(&lt;br /&gt;and my guitar :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0498-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0499-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0500-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/CIMG0497-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(:(:(:(:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-7364873619911859432?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7364873619911859432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HONOURABLE GUITAR ENSEMBLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC guitar's result for SYF on 19th April 2007: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOLD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WITH HONOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we did it everybody! im so SO proud of the ensemble! im so proud of my section! im so proud of mr choo! he's probably the happiest man on earth now; all his ensembles got GWH. how cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant stop smiling since just now! omg.. it was unbelievable. in fact, it still is! cos many of us thought we played like crap, including me. so after our performance, i just started weeping in front of so many other jcs near the entrance. i was plain disappointed with the jota runs and the habanera ending. was gripping the hands of ah swee and ah sia when the results were released. i couldnt believe what i heard cos i expected a sliver. so i broke into tears and couldnt stop crying for 10 solid minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 1st time, i dun regret staying in tpjc. today was the best day of my entire jc life. the sense of accomplishment is far greater than getting an A for a subject. probably cos team work is involved and its definitely not as easy as just to memorise and regurgitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brownies were popular! thanks a lot for ur support ppl! i couldnt have made such wonderful brownies without the great help of my very meticulous supervisor: sis aka miss yeo! she's a genius in making delicious sweet stuff! thanks a lot miss yeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just as exhilarated as just nw! people are gonna look at us differently from nw onwards cos we are the honourable guitar ensemble! 3 cheers to all guitar ppl! now ppl WILL &lt;em&gt;REMEMBER US&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite colour: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HONOURABLE GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-8113531603946881425?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8113531603946881425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=8113531603946881425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8113531603946881425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8113531603946881425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/honourable-guitar-ensembles-tpjc.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-7919436002911806544</id><published>2007-04-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:51:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REMEMBER US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super motivated right now. not for sch work, but for syf! for the first time, i believed that we can get a GOLD WITH HONOURS. its not because we played well or anything today but it was mr choo who actually said that we are potential gold with honours. ive always thought that we're just below gold or barely scrapping it. but whatever he said today made much more sense than before(not saying that u dun make sense mr choo. haha.). i finally know that deep down, i want that GWH because of my passion for the ensemble, passion for the music and my passion for the instrument. its not a mere achievement to beautify my SGC, but something that i want to look back and be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gavotte + jota guitar 1:&lt;br /&gt;zee&lt;br /&gt;jh&lt;br /&gt;owner&lt;br /&gt;jy&lt;br /&gt;edel&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;jean&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make the best section in guitar. the section that brings cheer. the section that cooperates. the section where crazy ppl are found. although our playing is not superb, but we try our best to correct the mistakes. no matter what, we shouldnt allow the runs to take control of us, we shall practise it to prefection b4 syf. no matter what, we rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haba guitar 2:&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;jean&lt;br /&gt;bao bao&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will do guitar proud by being the best harmony players yet. baobao, i still acknowledge u as part of g2 although ure a percussionist. u rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad -- is kicked out. no more distractions. no more jeopardising of our GWH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC GUITAR ENSEMBLE. we rock tpjc. ppl shall REMEMBER US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-7919436002911806544?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7919436002911806544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=7919436002911806544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/7919436002911806544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/7919436002911806544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember-us-im-super-motivated-right.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-7242389623564555784</id><published>2007-04-03T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:52:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO MOTIVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been really disappointed with myself lately for not being able to meet everyone's expectation. or rather, im disappointed cos im not meeting my expectations. i noe in my head that i really need to start becoming like how i was during j1. but its barely possible to do so cos i have like so many obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf syf syf. i think abt syf everyday. im worried for guitar 1 cos we cant do the runs well. and the reason why we got sliver level of judging by choo is mainly due to guitar 1. too few of us at ensemble ytd? i dun think so. it wld be messier if there were so many of us. we need to take things more seriously. gold with honours is so far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIE said she's disappointed in me. cos i din reach her expectation and i din take it seriously. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos i pushed myself too hard during j1. that's why im feeling sick and tired of studying. i dun really see the point. i noe this way of thinking is bad but i just cant shake it off. this is probably like running 2.4km. i started out too fast on the first few rounds and im starting to slow down. or rather, im starting to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need counselling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-7242389623564555784?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7242389623564555784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=7242389623564555784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/7242389623564555784'/><link 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biggest beech of the day cos she told mom that i should 'decrease my social life. its not like she has much time to socialise due to her heavy schedule, but she should decrease her social life.' and then she gave me THAT smile and THOSE evil eyes, implying on something, which i &lt;em&gt;immediately&lt;/em&gt; understood. thank goodness my mom thought im too talkative in classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss devi was the funny beech but the Young one was a total real BITCH. she is totally making me hate her. come on u bitch. if u wanna say smth bad abt me den just go ahead! she's damn fake can. *the stupid, classic Young one smile* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO, THE WAY TO ACE GP IS TO GET AN ANGMOH BOYFRIEND, START DANCING AND STILL STAY FAT, AND KEEPING GIVING THAT UNBELIEVABLY FAKE SMILE ALL THE TIME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes at the Young one*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-5542220309693157821?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5542220309693157821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=5542220309693157821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/5542220309693157821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/5542220309693157821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/03/beeches-of-saturday-sat-was-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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SYF is like in 29 days time. less than 1 month already? im feeling the pressure from both cca and studies. crap. i think i keep screwing up some parts of the pieces! like the runs in jota. cos my fingers are short so i cant really stretch. speaking of which, the gavotte thing at the last part requires me to do a split with my fingers (as according to raj).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's prac was on mood and expression. get into the mood of the music and express it. erm.. kinda tough for me cos im used to having that stone look while playing pieces, as though i feel nth for the piece. actually its quite true. i dun feel anything for the pieces. that's probably why i dun play very well. it probably applies to most of us too. so i tried just now.. to be in the mood and express it. 'obladi-oblada' was a breeze man; just need to have the spastic smile on the face. haha. 'cant help falling in love' is quite tough. hv to express to mood of being in love. like huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i still believe in the ensemble! although we r all beginners, we make a &lt;em&gt;formidable&lt;/em&gt; team! we are going to beat sac or any other strong opponents! gold w honours! goLd W hOnoUrs! GOLD WITH HONOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-4899617079240543088?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4899617079240543088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=4899617079240543088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/4899617079240543088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/4899617079240543088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-expression-im-damn-scared-im-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-1493839086659169654</id><published>2007-03-18T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:57:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn tired after the camp and i haven really touched on work yet. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel we're still far frm gold. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a terrible shoulder ache since just now. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im eating way too much nowadays. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i have stage fright. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate while doing my work. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend too much time on the com. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get distracted easily. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant get canon right. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my math tutor is SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sbs is SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im saying 'shit' too many times. SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-1493839086659169654?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1493839086659169654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=1493839086659169654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/1493839086659169654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/1493839086659169654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/03/shit-im-damn-tired-after-camp-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-8808470342682357900</id><published>2007-03-12T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:21:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHINGAY 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(deleyed post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yea i noe chingay was like ages ago but i recently grabbed a few pics frm captain's blog. so.. just wanna share them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUyKHLRpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1nHMi4bqlUc/s1600-h/chingay+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040992049110820658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUzj3LRpzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G77bqRXIftI/s320/chingay+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some deco on orchard road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040991735578208034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUzRnLRpyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J78Z4WnOvU0/s320/chingay+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simply our favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040992517262255938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUz_HLRp0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iC270T8h4yk/s320/chingay+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team singapore gymnasts. kwan, captain, anna and swan were drooling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ashraf looking elsewhere.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040993101377808210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfU0hHLRp1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EzhvG6Shn4k/s320/chingay+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040993483629897570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfU03XLRp2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hlm3j86o0v4/s320/chingay+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;woohoo! vincent valentine from ff7. but so poor thing.. 'kena' mobbed by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swan, i think she's pointing the gun at u. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUyKHLRpwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1nHMi4bqlUc/s1600-h/chingay+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUyoHLRpxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JYko9jX0c64/s1600-h/chingay+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040994084925319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfU1aXLRp3I/AAAAAAAAABE/wTQFp57JAIs/s320/chingay+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;omg. poor ashraf's face got censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040994497242179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfU1yXLRp4I/AAAAAAAAABM/d3KQBU_X4EU/s320/chingay+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more cosplayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040994952508712850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfU2M3LRp5I/AAAAAAAAABU/UCXEwPiE2cI/s320/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;omg. moon, wen and jamie look damn cool. yea! cedarians rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep! had loads of fun doing nothing as a half-lane usher! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-8808470342682357900?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8808470342682357900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=8808470342682357900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8808470342682357900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8808470342682357900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/03/chingay-2007-deleyed-post-yea-i-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rHgyv6Ubgf8/RfUzj3LRpzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G77bqRXIftI/s72-c/chingay+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21242722.post-478389067741484454</id><published>2007-03-11T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:29:48.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the need to really practise and practise e syf pieces cos i suddenly got worried abt how we're gonna fare for syf. but its not just gonna take 1 person to make it. it depends on everyone. that's where the worry comes in. im worried that some still dun come into realisation that syf's ard the corner. for now, im just trying to avoid anymore conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cca exhibition was slack, well at least for me. sat at the booth and played a few songs b4 sneaking off to somewhere. actually i dun understand why guitar didnt perform then. band, choir and even CO performed. if we want ppl to know how guitar ensemble works, we should perform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as according to poppy, he was at the guitar booth while i was having consultation w adrian ong. what on earth was he doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;im hopelessly having an infatuation for ---- -----. i didnt know it would last for so long. i cant take the distraction already. its like distracting me from my studies and i cant concentrate. shit shit shit. worse thing is that i cant shake it off. i just waiting for ---- ----- to do something to turn me off completely. what if he doesnt do anything to turn me off? oh shit shit shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-478389067741484454?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/478389067741484454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=478389067741484454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/478389067741484454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/478389067741484454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-i-feel-need-to-really-practise.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-3954246980038612531</id><published>2007-03-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:43:47.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THINK THINK THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bitching, erm i mean chatting, with miss devi from 130 to around 330. we were having so much fun that she actually forgot about her make-up session with s17. oops. haha. congratulations miss devi! u've set the record of the longest duration of a tutor bitching with bijun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss devi thinks i think too much. she wants me to be like anna, not to be a glutton like her (HAHAHA..), but learn to take not so important things less seriously. haha. but anna doesnt even take things seriously! anw anw.. i think she has a point there. i usually spend time thinking and thinking abt irrelevant stuff rather than saving that energy for her chem qns. yea.. so things like whether or not to attend pe lessons i should just DUN THINK, and DUN GO! right right? woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG. i actually blurted it out in front of miss devi. well.. she seemed really happy to know abt it judging from how interested and excited she looked. den she went on telling me stuff relating to it with like huge smiles. her advice: 'yes' and 'no'. err.. wad the hell? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i? sHoUld i? SHOULD I?? omg im thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-3954246980038612531?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3954246980038612531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=3954246980038612531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3954246980038612531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3954246980038612531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/03/think-think-think-was-bitching-erm-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-2382687460301048039</id><published>2007-02-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:37:41.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM ABOUT TO DECLARE MY LOVE FOR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Magdalene Loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MS LOH! thanks for the --- ---! it truly means A LOT to me. u made me feel so much better despite of my nasty fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i promise you that i'll continue perservering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-2382687460301048039?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2382687460301048039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=2382687460301048039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/2382687460301048039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/2382687460301048039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-about-to-declare-my-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-1829985513556945279</id><published>2007-02-22T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:56:32.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 months, 2 weeks and 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;founded on 4th September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. yet another one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis left for adelaide last night. her 3rd year this time. wun be able to see her until late nov this year. damn sad. no one to crap with at hme nw. the 2 guys are blockheads. cant really crap with them. felt like crying last night when she's about to leave. but i felt i should be happy that she's on her half-way mark of her course. so yeah.. gambatte future reputable DR yeo!! i miss you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-1829985513556945279?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1829985513556945279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=1829985513556945279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/1829985513556945279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/1829985513556945279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/02/5-months-2-weeks-and-4-days-founded-on.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-8001404132275425133</id><published>2007-02-16T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:39:20.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V'DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you yufan, jiejie and yongzhi for ur flowers! (the real ones and a paper flower. haha. the paper flower was very nicely folded!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who exchanged gifts w me. i seriously din expect to receive anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impt msg: THE BROWNIES WERE HOT! YAY! actually i thought i would screw up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if tr has eaten the mars bar yet.. hmm.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-8001404132275425133?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8001404132275425133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=8001404132275425133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8001404132275425133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8001404132275425133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday-thank-you-yufan-jiejie-and-yongzhi.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-6784064400375112328</id><published>2007-02-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:25:38.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNTITLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a teary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried after reading a very hurtful online msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sis cried over her stupid boyfriend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-6784064400375112328?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6784064400375112328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=6784064400375112328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/6784064400375112328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/6784064400375112328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled-today-was-teary-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-3105935593992711238</id><published>2007-02-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:20:46.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPSET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven been upset by someone for quite a while alr. and its not the first time im upset with this someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different ppl have different priorities. my priority now is to get good grades. what comes second is to get a gold or even gold with honours for guitar. this doesnt mean that i dun want that gold badly. we all want that gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i inferred that we are accused of not being committed. im as commited as you. so far, ive skipped only 3 practices. there are ppl who turn up for every single prac too. i feel that ure being unfair to some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. its my fault to ask to cancel. but the little speech of urs has gone slightly overboard. i felt that i was shot indirectly in the very obvious way. unfortunately, that has reminded me of that biggest bitch from netball when i was in cedar. ur tone and phrasing were the same as hers. but i really REALLY dun want to associate u with that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason y i stayed in guitar is cos dere hasnt been anything similar to my previous netball experience. u wun understand how i feel abt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun blame you for being frustrated w the ensemble though. i understand all those that u've said. but they could be phrased in a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i miss you goldi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-3105935593992711238?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3105935593992711238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=3105935593992711238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3105935593992711238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3105935593992711238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/02/upset-i-haven-been-upset-by-someone-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-3108325536757530232</id><published>2007-01-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:14:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orientation 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blackbeard OG 35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am! my dearest orientation group 35.. well.. not very spontaneous on the first day cos they didnt noe each other yet. but gradually became more and more enthu as time goes by. not a rowdy crowd of ppl but a really cooperative one. the ogms are quite reserved, but they never failed to meet any expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was more on the dry games. honestly, we lost every game to jack sparrow og 25. actually there was one that we could win! the spagetti one! but swee and i screwed up. i still feel a lil bad abt it. however, we won every cheer competition. so we are quits. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was so boring that we actually went for math lecture in the morning. the ogms were having their subj combi talks. the only thing fun abt 2nd day was the mass dance. could tell that my ogms were trying to keep up. this was rather encouraging for me cos some other ogms din even try. then it came the couple dance. the guys were trying to act gay can? they were so shy! dun even dare to ask a girl to dance with them. den this brandon would only dance with ogls. why? cos the gals in my og seemed 'fierce'. *rolls eyes* so.. ya. fine. i danced with him. he's so stiff la! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the best man! wet games in the morning den orientation nite! we won a game against sparrow! the first victory! i am really proud of them. well done ppl! orientation nite was like a rock concert at the end. we were super high man! guitar rocks man! before that we had an alliance with sparrow. so all the blackjack ogls went on stage to do that super WRONG alliance sign.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i did the alliance thing with tr!! :&lt;/span&gt;-)&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went out with ming bei, chloe, brandon, weiting, charmaine, jocelyn, swee and jiejie. the ogms are a really fun bunch! kept making fun of brandon and chloe. damn cute k! they are like so compatible! hahaha.. so fun to suan ppl. but haiz.. we just got to know each other but cnnt really meet up frequently in the future anymore.. unless they join guitar! HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-3108325536757530232?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3108325536757530232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=3108325536757530232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3108325536757530232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/3108325536757530232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/01/orientation-2007-blackbeard-og-35-here.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-8800850434068248049</id><published>2007-01-01T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:36:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOG IS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead. and im here to revive it. and why did it become dead? cos i cant really be bothered by this thing called blog anymore. but i just feel like blogging today. hmm.. i think the next entry will be in feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE 2006! HI 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well well.. time really flies. going on to j2 and soon, the a's. yeah i noe. it really sucks. but first thing's first.. i have 2 days to finish up my hol hmwk and study for the tests on the 2nd wk of sch. argh! not in the mood to do them! then after that sch reopens, new j1s come in, i hv to be their nanny for 3 days. first day of sch: reach at 0650 with sch guitar in hard and heavy case. 0_0  waking up early is so not my thing. ive been sleeping real late recently. and i hv to carry a huge thing while walking to the bus stop and climbing the overhead bridge. argh argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just now i was at chin shyan's hse for the countdown. the seniors were dere. we watched some scv channel. it was some countdown party in taiwan. the songs performed were in CHINESE. 0_0. well its not like i hv anything against chi songs.. i just dunno any of them. except for really old songs like fei yu qing's. actually i only noe one of his songs. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BACKTRACK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok lemme recall wad i did for the past few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just had this performance at tampines central cc on sat. err.. apparently we din do very well. 'ding dong' and 'angels' were like screwed? rushed thru the songs i guess. 'yesterday' was played at a faster pace then normal practices. i think its not supposed to be so fast eh? 'gavotte' was pretty alright for me. 'jota' and 'habenara' were around the standard of the practices. 'tea for 2' was good according to sis! but then again.. she's not the music type of person. and by the time she arrived, she kinda listened to 'tea' only. so cant really ask her. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last week i had this OGL camp in sch. was a 3 day camp. but it was super long to me. felt like i had wasted my time dere. cos i dun even hv that sense of belonging to tpjc. in fact.. i cant wait to get out. hm. the camp was quite fun overall. but the dry games were really lame. the wet games were pretty stupid. but i enjoyed myself during the mass dances and just throwing flour and splashing water. the people in blackbeard are nice. but stick too much to their cliques. oh well. the actual orientation is on our own anyway. so im fine abt not being very well bonded w the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm.. i hv a feeling that blackbeard wun be the best family of the orientation. *shrugs* ok lets bet. if blackbeard becomes the best family.. i'll eat my words! hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-8800850434068248049?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8800850434068248049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=8800850434068248049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8800850434068248049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8800850434068248049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-6369814446347999000</id><published>2006-11-30T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:19:32.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUITAR CAMP PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just came back frm the really long and intensive camp. everyday was sectionals and ensembles. 1st day for SLs. 2nd day for dry and wet games. 3rd day(today) ensemble for all j1s. really REALLY tiring. in addition, i din slp well on both nights. so u can imagine how tiring the whole camp is gonna be for those who r staying until tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i realise smth.. guitar gals can rock! had performances just nw, and they surprised me. =) ok i shouldnt talk so much and just go get my well deserved sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-6369814446347999000?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6369814446347999000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=6369814446347999000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/6369814446347999000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/6369814446347999000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/guitar-camp-part-1-just-came-back-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-8117632980292554853</id><published>2006-11-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:10:44.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 100th POST IS FOR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISS PEH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOU ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-8117632980292554853?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8117632980292554853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=8117632980292554853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8117632980292554853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/8117632980292554853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-100th-post-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-4518607942152674247</id><published>2006-11-26T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:18:15.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUITAR CAMP TMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yay! and i haven started packing my stuff! ... have been super lazy for these few days. just dun feel like doing anything. will pack by tmr morning. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;camp is 4D3N for SLs. yar. including me. this is the longest camp ive attended so far. haha. actually i'll be leaving on the 3rd day cos of some silly, stupid, ridiculous service learning thing. well.. the least i can do is to show up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hopefully we'll have lots of seniors joining us for the camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-4518607942152674247?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4518607942152674247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=4518607942152674247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/4518607942152674247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/4518607942152674247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/guitar-camp-tmr-yay-and-i-haven-started.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-9063981317321405485</id><published>2006-11-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:50:33.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOLDI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you(2x)&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to goldi..&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! happy enchanting eighteen dear zhang(3) men(2) ren(2)! you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant sing to you face-to-face cos buildings would collaspe. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! looking forward to the chalet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-9063981317321405485?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/9063981317321405485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=9063981317321405485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/9063981317321405485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/9063981317321405485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-goldi-woohoo-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-3763447013443669123</id><published>2006-11-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:37:18.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SChO-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it means Singapore Chemistry Olympiad. ya. 5 hr long paper. mcq 2hrs. structured 3hrs. my butt had never been this flat. haha. jk. 50 out of 60 mcqs i tikam. haha. den all those open ended ones i just find smth to crap about. but 50% of the paper is left empty. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;An example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Draw the Haworth projection of alpha-D-glucopyranose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I WAS LIKE "?!?!?!?!?!?!" WHAT THE HELL IS A HAWORTH PROJECTION? AND WHAT THE HELL IS ALPHA-D-GLUCOPYRANOSE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and so they continued to ask qns that were kinda out-of-this-world. totally not in syllabus. totally have no idea. but thank goodness im not the only one. hey ppl left like 30mins after the start of paper 2 can? i sat there scratching my head for 2hrs 30mins can? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the lady asked me how was the paper after i passed it to her. i cant say "oh it was okay." cos i'd be lying. so i just gave her an awkward smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway anyway.. its over nw. yay. i can get my cert of participation. better than nth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116368723772284944</id><published>2006-11-16T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:45.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MET MS ELEANOR CHIA TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;omg! ya! met her in the sch library today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she was doing some filming for moe there by filming teachers as they said a few words in front of the cam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;james ong was damn funny la! he was so nervous! who says teachers are better? we had to speak for 5mins for op while theirs was just a mere few seconds?! haha. but then again, maybe i'll be like him if i were in his shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually i thought i'd never see her again after she left for the moe hq. i was so surprised to see her in the most dreaded place! haha. she looked great! radiant and all.. better than those days when she was teaching me. maybe its her sense of fashion. she seemed really happy to see me too! aiya.. looks like im missed. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she was telling me that she's having a really busy schedule and life is just plain hectic. but couldnt talk much cos she was helping out with the filming thing. din really have the chance to chat properly. i'd got quite a lot to tell her.. oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss you ms chia. i really hope u'll come back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116368723772284944?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116368723772284944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116368723772284944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116368723772284944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116368723772284944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-met-ms-eleanor-chia-today-omg-ya-met.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116360131677585698</id><published>2006-11-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:45.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 long looong hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its long. its tiring. its painful. its another day of guitar practice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok its not as bad as i phrased it there. maybe only half of the two mentioned. not exactly tiring cos we had breaks here and there. and only my left hand was straining A BIT. ya i exaggerated. haha. but nevertheless.. its still quite long. well.. thats about slightly more than half as compared to the panorama practices. 9am to 9pm. just like working hours plus overtime. but im was not paid. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;slacked a bit today. got early lunch break and we got to watch a video in LT4 (there were less than 20 of us btw. haha). the ah pek in the vid was so super damn good. it'll take me ages to be half as good as him. speaking of which.. i think im a terrible sl. i dunno what happened to my section. i cant reach them. and my playing.. its getting more screwed after every prac. is it cos of the fever? that's a terrible excuse la. i was okay just now. dunno what happened.. i was so distracted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im just being too nice to people. oh well.. think whatever u want ppl. that's just not what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tmr got chem olymp again. i really dun feel like going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116360131677585698?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116360131677585698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a big screw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116341887281660626?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116341887281660626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116341887281660626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116341887281660626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116341887281660626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-big-screw-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116308491386078243</id><published>2006-11-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW SKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i got sick of the previous one. actually i din like it but i was lazy to change. so.. tada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yep. jamming rocks. music rocks. too bad i cannot drum. i will learn how to drum soon. maybe after A's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEI HU ZI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aka blackbeard. the family name. made me go like what the hell. 1st question that came to my mind "who the hell is that?". what a terrible name for a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*sighs* so far away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-21242722.post-116283306580181090</id><published>2006-11-07T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:44.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy, please take good care of yourself when you are overseas. sorry i cant go with you because of my OP. we go shopping after you return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday passed real fast. the chem olymp was ok. learnt new stuff and made new friends. lesson ended at 11 so i had 3hrs to guitar prac. for the 1st 1.5hrs i sat at the comp in library chatting with XY. den i sat at abi's table to crap with her. supposed to read some stuff but jean came so we crapped with goldi. crapped so much that ppl had to sms her to tell us to shut up. omg. haha. oops. our bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this slacking life man. i love to just sit down and TALK. i cant live without crapping. haha. i just love to sit around peeps and jam those songs that we cant get sick of. i love to laugh my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just cnnt find a reason to laugh. that happens when im not with any of the ppl in guit. cant make fun of anything. cant crap abt anything. life is boring in tpjc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116283306580181090?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116283306580181090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116283306580181090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was a freaking waste of time. 9-9.40. go there and fill in members' name. like wth! made me woke up so early just to do that? but its okay. hehe. i wun abandon my kw and swee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a's have started. we did up a board for the j2s and apparently its not well appreciated. haha. only wt thanked us?! but the main purpose is to encourage them. so its okay as long as it was of some tiny help to them. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jia you j2s! u can do it! i'll be praying for u'all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tmr tmr tmr. or rather.. today today today. i have chem olymp in the morning and guitar in the afternoon. and im wondering if ive done the right thing. im just adding extra pressure on myself by attending this olympiad rubbish. im aiming for a 'certificate of participation' man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw actual run is on next mon. im so so so glad its gonna be over soon. no more late nights! yeah! we can do it bobo, sam and swen! band 1. band 1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAND 1! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116274633574997128?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116274633574997128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116274633574997128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116274633574997128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116274633574997128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/11/ogls.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116229070396047913</id><published>2006-10-31T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:44.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to sch today for pw rehearsal. felt as though we did quite a lot although we just went through the presentation once. i recorded down our presentation and we just laughed at how retarded we look on screen. ok maybe not all of us. maybe just me with all that hand gestures. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr. the first group to present. pros and cons la. maybe i can just sneak out after our presentation for guitar prac. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, guit prac was okay ytd. very peaceful without ah heng ge and jon playing with their new toy. but i dun want guit to be peaceful! i want it to be like the j2s era. so many ppl. so fun. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert or chalet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116229070396047913?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116229070396047913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116229070396047913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;although it is the sch end of year hols nw, but i'd still hafta return to sch for many things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) chinese A's (its next fri btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) op dry run on wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) op actual (13nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) guitar practices twice every week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) chem olymp training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6) guitar camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7) ogl camp (that is if im selected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think there's more to this list. just cant rmb them nw. i just feel like i have so much to do suddenly. not much time for anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i despise ppl who are superficial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116195293416906238?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116195293416906238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116195293416906238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116195293416906238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116195293416906238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/nowhere-near-holiday-although-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116161788600788598</id><published>2006-10-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee!! im so happy today! mayb i shld just walk out every morning. haha. sorry xiao yo din see you. u too short le. oops! haha. anyway u were hiding behind someone. how do u expect me to see u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-21242722.post-116145340635443478</id><published>2006-10-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:44.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~lack of sleep~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been rushing out lots of pw stuff and working through the night for this past week. wr and op. rush until i really feel like dying on the spot. its not like my wr is very bad or anything. my grp has very high expectations. which is good! so.. ive been sleeping at 3am? around there. that's the reason why im SO dead. rushed out the op slides with bobo cos we thought we're gonna present ytd. but not exactly prepared. so din present afterall. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;miss peh: i dont blame you! in fact i wanna thank you. haha.&lt;/span&gt; had super long days too. guitar days. stay in school until 7. i got a feeling that im gonna fall sick any time soon. and my prediction usually comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri i thought we were supposed to haf guitar prac. but actually it was a guitar maintance session. so the few of us used sand paper to rid of the algae on the dull coloured frets, polished them until they shine, sprayed some liquid on the fingerboard to clean them(its so freakin dirty) and applied this deep conditioning oil on it den finally re-string them. A LOT of work. i did turtle's guitar and she did mine! so sweet right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta that jean and i jammed for a very long time. keep singing the same songs over and over but its damn fun! i love to jam! we haf our first song already! all we need nw is the drum tab and maybe a singer. i cant sing for goodness sake! lol. currently considering another song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to jam outside guitar room now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116145340635443478?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116145340635443478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116145340635443478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116145340635443478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116145340635443478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/lack-of-sleep-have-been-rushing-out.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116108070511220382</id><published>2006-10-17T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huichun's guitar rocks man. sounds SOOOO good and is SOOOO light! it's well taken care of cos it still has this coat of gloss that reflects light, just like any brand new guitar. normally used guitars have many thumbprints on them and is damn ugly. its SOOOO clean that i could see my reflection man. wahh.. i din know huichun is such a neat person. or is it abbas that always polishes the guitar for her? hmm.. i think its the latter la. WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad that i could use hers instead of my heavy guitar! there's no need to bring guitars to sch nw! so i wun prespire so much when i reach sch in the morning. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116108070511220382?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116108070511220382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116108070511220382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116108070511220382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116108070511220382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/huichuns-guitar-rocks-man.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116100397342072595</id><published>2006-10-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was so hazy. it reads 95 on the psi scale. its like irritating my eyes. everyone pls drink more water. e canteen auntie was so happy when i told her to drink more water. haha. see? a little concern makes someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having a headache when doing pw with sam and swen. maybe its cos the deadline is this coming wed. thank goodness we're almost done. sam shld be editting while im blogging. aiyo.. bijun ahh.. lol. im waiting for her draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache completely vanished when i opened the door for binbin. i saw that smth outside guitar room.omg! what on earth is that thing doing outside the guitar room?! my heart raced like nobody's business can? i kinda became really flustered. so i pretended to go to the bubble tea shop(actually i went) wif jie jie and xiao yo, and stayed outside the entire time until its time for ensemble. talk abt no fate. din see that thing since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to that smth, i was able to focus during guitar prac. haha. habanera rocks. g2 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116100397342072595?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116100397342072595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116100397342072595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116100397342072595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116100397342072595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-so-hazy.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116075885772488400</id><published>2006-10-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's like so fake. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jm: sorry that i din wanna go *hand sign* on thurs. i was really not in the mood u see. den dun wanna let auntie see my fake smile. her last day. i want her to rmb me as the super happy bijun. but i really regret not being dere but i hope that call made up to her. my dear.. "f" can mean "fly". sorry. i needed to erupt. but it was nth la. dun worry abt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ms peh tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116075885772488400?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116075885772488400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116075885772488400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116075885772488400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116075885772488400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/wa.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116058034719175363</id><published>2006-10-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you ms peh for being there and your encouragement. it really means a lot to someone who had just lost track of that light at the end of the tunnel. thank you dear guitar ppl who brightened me up regardless of the situation im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca resumed after a long looooong break. yea. it has been quite awhile since i stepped into the guit room. i was shocked to be chosen as an SL for guitar 2 for the new SYF piece. no one told me about it beforehand! cos there are 5 parts. so jon and me became the SLs for the more difficult part. haha wth. aiya.. they split my clique up and there's only jean, durling and me left in g2. but its okay! i'll do it for turtle's sake! i'll do it for g2's sake! i am a good treasurer and a good SL. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's practice was enjoyable cos i worked with many ppl from other sections before this. its fun to get to know them better. but so stressed when we're required to learn faster. i keep screwing up! cannot! i must catch up man! in this way i am able to teach more! yay. looking forward to the next practice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116058034719175363?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116058034719175363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116058034719175363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116058034719175363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116058034719175363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-ms-peh-for-being-there-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-116048930645915840</id><published>2006-10-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im glad j1 is ending. that means there's just one more year in this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they r leaving. its getting smaller. minimal understanding. its getting quiet. its getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this emo post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-116048930645915840?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/116048930645915840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=116048930645915840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116048930645915840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/116048930645915840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-glad-j1-is-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115997854366328670</id><published>2006-10-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMOS OUT. SLACKING IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hv recovered from my exam fever immediately after math paper. haha. today is the end of the promo exam! thank goodness its over. im like slacking nw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;since nw i have the time, i wanna say a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) studying hard does not necessarily means NO LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) keeping quiet does not necessarily means being pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) a 'gold' cannot come with no practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) stopping ppl from jamming aint gonna save u much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) it is DAMN RETARDED to ask for 'special request'. wonder whos the RETARD who passed this RETARDED rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1st 3mths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was the best period of jc life. i skipped lessons so many times.. like nobody's business. the class was quite close. there were judith, camilla, jane and jason. one big angel devil mortal cupid team. nasir was the hero of the class man! den got honeystar. that irritating.. nvm. mdm azian, mrs koh.. they rock man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ppl think i changed. ppl think im not bijun anymore. but hey. this is the real bijun. the one from 1st 3mths was outrageous. she was a big joke. i must admit. ever since term2 started, i had the urge to stop doing stupid things and stop wasting my time away. the purpose of entering jc is to enter uni innit? i dun wanna waste my time retaining or wadever shit. so i woke up from all my stupid acts and started jc life anew. i realise this is what i really want. to do well for studies and cca. i want a cca life much better than cedar's.. and guitar is my savior. if not for guitar, i would have transferred sch. savior as in saving me from stress, saving me from loneliness, saving me from depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1st 3 mths 06s29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1st 3mths guitar gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guitar 2  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mdm azian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mrs koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ms chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115997854366328670?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115997854366328670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115997854366328670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115997854366328670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115997854366328670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-out.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115970466517256446</id><published>2006-10-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really need to exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell ill this time round during the promos. woke up w 38.4 on fri.. the gp and econs day. ms peh was like "dun force yourself". but what to do? i cant just dun take and let the sch take my overall tests grade for gp. cos i know i did pretty badly. HAHA. at least i'll have a chance to redeem myself during this promo. successful or not.. i dunno. i just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird thing is.. i lose weight when i dun exercise. hmm.. but if i dun exercise.. i'll just keep falling ill. as frequent as once a fortnight. haha. maybe i'll start playing netball again *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem tmr. phy tues. math wed. oh man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115970466517256446?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115970466517256446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115970466517256446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115970466517256446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115970466517256446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-really-need-to-exercise-fell-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115962402703787031</id><published>2006-09-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things just cant get any worse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115962402703787031?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115962402703787031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115962402703787031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115962402703787031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115962402703787031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-just-cant-get-any-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115882629481317179</id><published>2006-09-21T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg gp and econs next fri. im so gonna fail gp. not even a miracle can help me. ha. but im not giving up k! mdm azian please save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;title: 60 degree suspicion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a triangle has 3 vertices and 2 edges. it is an equilateral triangle. this means each angle is 60 degrees. the 3 vertices represent the 3 points of the triangle. the 2 edges mean the lines/links between each vertex. lets name the vertices A, B and C. B joins to A. and C joins to B. A may or may not join back to B, and B will not join back to C. what is the outcome of this problem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;note: this is not math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the above makes u go 'huh?!' den its okay. i cant solve it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115882629481317179?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115882629481317179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115882629481317179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115882629481317179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115882629481317179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-gp-and-econs-next-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115815790594086528</id><published>2006-09-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:43.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms peh said "dont be too stressed and you can make it." and "can one la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms devi said "i believe you can get an A."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bock said "dont give up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tan said "its okay as long as u tried your best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ng said "u must have faith in yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr jiang said "the chi promo is going to be very vErY VERY difficult." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yo said "there is a sacrifice for everything you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say "i shall not disappoint you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115815790594086528?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115815790594086528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115815790594086528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115815790594086528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115815790594086528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/ms-peh-said-dont-be-too-stressed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115790525492212526</id><published>2006-09-11T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost. i always lose. jm ure so right. i din even know that ive lost right from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl just have nth better to do. they look for gossips to gossip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115790525492212526?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115790525492212526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115790525492212526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115790525492212526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115790525492212526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115763743655196863</id><published>2006-09-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so like over the moon today! first the interview was superb! den bobo, sam and me went to expo for the book and food fare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ong was (quote bobo) so cool! he answered all our qns and had a good sense of humour. so unlike the one on 16th floor. bullshit. waste of time. we were so lame. went down from 18th floor after the interview and realised that we forgot to take a photo with him. so we went back up. the security guard was damn cute. he did the EXACT same thing by showing us the way up again. we were laughing our heads off. ahh.. swen u missed out on a fun interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to expo. bobo took so damn long to get his books frm the book fair. and i was forced to accompany him. haha. my stomach was growling n still he wanted to look at his books. so considerate of u bobo! and finally i get to go to my food fair! so many varietis there! so we went one big round to sample everything. haha. the nestle gal was the best man. she provided all the drinks we wanted! ah ha! the food was good! esp japanese pizza.. yum. but the queue was so long. see? good food is popular. den bobo was making fun of me. (ur msg in the morning made me look like an idiot. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.. food fair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115763743655196863?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115763743655196863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115763743655196863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115763743655196863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115763743655196863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-like-over-moon-today-first.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115755236152826160</id><published>2006-09-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's post: why TR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i ate tony romas only twice&gt;&gt; met TR twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) craving for tony romas now&gt;&gt; i want to see TR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) food looks and tastes great!&gt;&gt; TR is charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) they provide good services&gt;&gt;  just like how TR treats ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) its ambience gives me a gd impression&gt;&gt; my impression on TR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay.. those are stupid reasons. lol. TR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115755236152826160?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115755236152826160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115755236152826160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115755236152826160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115755236152826160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-post-why-tr-1-i-ate-tony-romas.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115746795589490740</id><published>2006-09-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i know! i know i know i know! omg.. my tony romas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tony romas!&lt;br /&gt;Tony Romas!&lt;br /&gt;TR! (not Total Revenue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know! i finally know!! TR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115746795589490740?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115746795589490740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115746795589490740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115746795589490740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115746795589490740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-i-know-i-know-i-know-i-know-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115729616267420519</id><published>2006-09-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DICKY FAMILY OUTING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went out to town together with the 4C gang ytd! had so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first we went to cine bk. sat down dere from 1 plus to 4. cos i was late and we waited for miss tty and chris to come. lol. we were laughing at crazy photos of ourselves when we were sec3 and 4. watched crazy vids and just cant stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="609" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing1.jpg" width="807" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pam, chris, tze yin and me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="549" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/bnjboard.jpg" width="503" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to ben &amp; jerry's afta that. it was so crowded! that's why we sat outside. we're pointing at the signboard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="467" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/icecream1.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice cream! now you see it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="628" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/icecream2.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now you dun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="686" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing2.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pam, shaomin, me, tze yin and chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="673" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing3.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we tried to look dao. -_-"'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="649" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing5.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dicky family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="613" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing12.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was wad happened to poor sm. her favourite coconut tree hair style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="640" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing11.jpg" width="480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this was what happened if you sit in between pam and me. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing6.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is like retarded. hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="690" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing10.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more crazy photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="641" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing9-1.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look so retarded. dun u dare say anything jm. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;afta so much of the fun and laughter.. its time to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="667" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/outing7.jpg" width="646" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess who's waving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's all! its all from dear shaomin's blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115729616267420519?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115729616267420519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115729616267420519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115729616267420519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115729616267420519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/dicky-family-outing-went-out-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115711720127099003</id><published>2006-09-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;saw you at the bench the other day. you were studying. you looked so focused. im actually impressed. i seldom see you around in school. that time you came down for consultation with bock. im surprised. cos i didnt know there are people like me in tpjc. u were so shy! did you know that bock said that you were childish? haha. i dont think so. thats all for today. hope to see you around more often.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115711720127099003?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115711720127099003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115711720127099003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115711720127099003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115711720127099003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/saw-you-at-bench-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115704996704943682</id><published>2006-09-01T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive solved a huge problem. a problem which i din think i could have solved. but it ended. and im really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know who has been trying to sow discord. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;u bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115704996704943682?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115704996704943682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115704996704943682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115704996704943682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115704996704943682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-solved-huge-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115695525740703378</id><published>2006-08-31T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shagged~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so tired yet im not asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im being very stupid. jm will laugh her butt off if she knew why. ok. maybe not. she'll just probe and probe den tell me to stop being so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like daydreaming all the time nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hv an 'ah gong' now. but he hasnt given me my present yet. (ah gong u noe wad i want. heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's your name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115695525740703378?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115695525740703378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115695525740703378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115695525740703378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115695525740703378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/shagged-im-like-so-tired-yet-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115677392526197386</id><published>2006-08-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>momentum=mass x velocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my momentum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder if im doing the right thing. i wonder if im really passionate about something. if im really passionate.. den it wun die off so soon. like a flame extinguished. or am i too busy to even allow myself to be passionate about something? im so affected by trivial stuff.. which made me think of doing the most ridiculous thing ever. the reason why i chose it.. my hardwork.. all for nothing? am i like.. nothing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115677392526197386?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115677392526197386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115677392526197386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115677392526197386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115677392526197386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/momentummass-x-velocity-where-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115661196231649045</id><published>2006-08-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26 august:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yay! today's my b'dae and im really happy! went out this morning to meet up wif swee, ah yo, chin shyan, goldi and abi. we went to lunch at pizza hut cos fish &amp; co was too expensive. ha. ordered the pull-out cheese crust meal plus lots of side dishes! like wow.. so much food aand plus the company of j2s who had high positions in guitar ie president, secretary, treasurer n librarian. coincidentally, someone else was celebrating b'dae. so the j2s pulled out this piece of cake and sang even louder. really damn loud. but it was so nice of them. im given many many cards, a beautiful bracelet and a set of baby stuff. haha. i love the presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to take neoprints after lunch. how long had it been since i last taken a neoprint? i think 1 yr? mayb more den tat. haiz. if only i can scan them into my com. oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's not all! afta a lil shopping, i tot i shld let them go back home to study. so ya.. dey went home and i went to meet up wif mommy. she bought me to tony roma at suntec! being the kiasu her.. we went in at ard 530 for dinner. my pizza hadnt digested! but i went on anyway. wow! the ribs r damn gd! so i got my well deserved retribution-- i became super bloated and uncomfortable. haha. glutton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;finally.. we went to have ben &amp;amp; jerry's ice cream. it was heavenly.. the chocolate fudge brownie was so so good! im craving for more.. heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i spent the last 15 mins of 26 aug to recall the events of the day. indeed its one of the best birthdays in the past 16 years. i have my class to celebrate wif, my guitar ppl to celebrate wif too.. so unlike the past years. cos no one in netball wld give a damn. ive met so many nice ppl in jc. i feel blessed to be loved by so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this marks the end of chapter 16 and the beginning of chapter 17. the past year has been colourful and fulfilling. o'levels, jc, common tests, guitar, panorama, musical synergy.. i have learnt much and grown from the experiences. i believe that chapter 17 will be just as exciting as chapter 16. we shall see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i THINK ive gained 2kg today. oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115661196231649045?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115661196231649045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115661196231649045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115661196231649045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115661196231649045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/26-august-happy-birthday-to-me-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115641835373521259</id><published>2006-08-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my dear keyboardist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aka xuan wei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and not forgetting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERALD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;wah.. so many birthday gals n boy this week! going broke bcos of buying their presents. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s27 was so sweet. celebrated gerald's and my b'dae ytd. bought this normal sized chocolate cake for us. it tasted good! just that the cream was a lil too fattening. haha. they kinda made our b'dae a big event. invited bock and miss peh to celebrate. like so nice of them to come down despite of their busy schedule. some of them gave miss devi a piece. den she was like smsing me just now "happy belated b'dae!". err.. its not even here yet! lol! im still 16! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a msg to s27:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually i knew about the surprise thing on tuesday le. haha. u'all made it so obvious can? =D thanks anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115641835373521259?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115641835373521259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115641835373521259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115641835373521259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115641835373521259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-my-dear-keyboardist-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115624571136208023</id><published>2006-08-22T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is one special post for dear purple jie jie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY  B'DAY  YUN XUAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115624571136208023?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115624571136208023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115624571136208023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115624571136208023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115624571136208023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-one-special-post-for-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115624539905991672</id><published>2006-08-22T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:42.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>warning warning. something shocking coming ur way so brace youselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H3 MATH ROCKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL. i was so reluctant to go and yet im looking forward to the next tutorial already! the content is interesting. its so unlike the usual full of digits dull maths. completely different. but i like! bock rocks! im so gonna work hard to stay in h3. yeah!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the beginning.. i found myself sitting in a room with nerds. but now i think they're nice ppl. humble and outgoing. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok! gonna study now! straight As here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115624539905991672?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115624539905991672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115624539905991672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115624539905991672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115624539905991672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/warning-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115608322539558752</id><published>2006-08-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;what am i listening to? : maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;drinking? : milk&lt;br /&gt;wad am i thinking of? : guitar&lt;br /&gt;wad am i most enthu abt now? : my new all gal band&lt;br /&gt;cool! who's  in the band? : gals. duh&lt;br /&gt;wad am i doing nw? : slacking in front of the computer screen&lt;br /&gt;wad did i do today? : slack&lt;br /&gt;wad did i do ytd? : slack&lt;br /&gt;wad am i supposed to do? : study for dynamics test and do tutorials&lt;br /&gt;why am i not doing? : cos im really sian&lt;br /&gt;why so sian? : cos i need to stay in sch for h3 tmr &amp; tues&lt;br /&gt;what do i see or hear? :  i see books and papers calling out for me&lt;br /&gt;omg! have i gone mad? : i think so&lt;br /&gt;so what now? : go and study LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115608322539558752?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115608322539558752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115608322539558752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115608322539558752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115608322539558752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/mood-bored-what-am-i-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115573577522487589</id><published>2006-08-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the fever has not subsided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115573577522487589?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115573577522487589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115573577522487589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115573577522487589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115573577522487589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/fever-has-not-subsided.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115564086177984075</id><published>2006-08-15T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~sick~~~~ill~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a fever&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. what's up with my immune system man? damn sickening la! i've been observing the trend and guess what? i have a fever every fortnight on the same day. MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch late today cos i went to see to doc. went to a different clinic this time. haha. just to spare myself the embarassment. the polyclinic doc will go "you again?". im her regular. heh. but thats not the main reason. thing is i dont want to spend the entire morning waiting in the queue. the polyclinic is always so packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so disappointed in ms peh! i passed her my MC just now and she went like huh. i told her about my condition and she said "oh i thought u were late! actually its very common to see latecomers." den went laughing at my expression. im not a regular late comer! argh! MISS PEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bock bock was so cute. ytd we were talking abt ACES day and he got so excited about it. all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHILDREN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exercise simultaneously. ya la.. mr lim u young at heart la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is a busy week! got math test tmr! gonna study nw! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115564086177984075?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115564086177984075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115564086177984075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115564086177984075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115564086177984075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/sickill-im-having-fever-again.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115505673153413548</id><published>2006-08-09T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;relieved..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i have time for myself. i have been so busy since term 2 started that i could hardly breathe. well its over now! concerts.. farewell.. yep. now is the time to focus on studies. even though i have overcome some barriers, more obsatcles are approaching. i wanna take up a challenge. a new subject. i wanna take guitar exam. i wanna ace promos. tada! welcome to the stress world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supply of happiness increases due to the rise in the number of providers. therefore, the supply curve shifts to the right.. and blah blah. so econs. wahahaha.. thank you to those who stood by me during my dark days of my jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have been rather emotional lately. haiz. what happened to me man? where did the cheerful and crazy bijun go? why do i shed tears so easily now? jm i agree with you lor(for once. haha!). im being such a loser. but its okay now! ive found the old me! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come what may. what come may. MAY COME WHAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115505673153413548?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115505673153413548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115505673153413548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115505673153413548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115505673153413548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115487672376944086</id><published>2006-08-06T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIJUN.. YOU HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO LET GO. YOU CANT LIVE IN THE PAST ALREADY. YOU DWELLED LONG ENOUGH. ITS TIME TO MOVE ON..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115487672376944086?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115487672376944086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115487672376944086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115487672376944086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115487672376944086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/bijun.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115470019730407777</id><published>2006-08-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;29 jul 2006: Musical Synergy at VCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was a blast man! guitar rocks. actually i dun rmb wad i wanna say. cos its like so long since the concert. that excitment kinda faded away. im lazy to recount on the whole thing. all in all, it was a gd performance (cos we had more stage time than panorama! haha). it was OUR show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy, gor gor, yuan and salamah for coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jm and gongs for ur support and sunflower (gongs u still owe me 10 bucks. wahaha! sab oso!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinbo and fren for screaming SOOO loudly! jinbo u r my no.1 fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peisi, zhiyi and suzhen for ushering and the sunflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan for coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evelyn and nanny for the cool black t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 aug 2006: guitar handover cum farewell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a msg for all seniors:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you have enjoyed all the performances the j1s put up. we really put in a lot of effort to make this farewell a memorable one. and thank you so so so much for the wonderful memories you all gave me. i will never forget you all. all the best to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;a msg for my dear guitar 2 seniors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;thank you. really. thank you so much for everything. you all have treated me like your baby in guitar 2. i really appreciate the care and concern you showered on me. especially chin shyan, xiao wen and huichun. thank you for going crazy with me. yun xuan and hui fang, thank you for lighting up the dull rehearsal days. shi zhen and valerie.. thank you for being in guitar 2. goldi.. thank you for being so understanding. thank you for believing in me. thank you for making me the treasurer even though i had no post in the past. thank you for being my sectional leader. thank you for being my president. and u shall always be my president. wenting.. my yoyo. my ah yo. my lao yo. my sister. my mommy. my ah mah. thank you for everything. your support and encouragement. thank you for being there when my skies were grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i cant bear to leave all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL THE PERFORMANCES I PUT UP ARE DEDICATED TO MY GUITAR 2 SENIORS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;thank you so much once again. guitar 2 rocks. guitar 2 rules. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bijun loves u&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115470019730407777?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115470019730407777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115470019730407777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115470019730407777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115470019730407777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/08/29-jul-2006-musical-synergy-at-vch.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115410391143225620</id><published>2006-07-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch work, projects, guitar&lt;br /&gt;i cant catch up with work&lt;br /&gt;i cant finish tutorials&lt;br /&gt;tutors understand&lt;br /&gt;but i feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guilty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp members dun understand how i feel&lt;br /&gt;he values gf more than pw&lt;br /&gt;did no contribution to grp&lt;br /&gt;he feels that we left him out&lt;br /&gt;hello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frustrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;members gave tutor consent w/o asking my opinion&lt;br /&gt;i have no time at all&lt;br /&gt;last minute work&lt;br /&gt;still so fickle&lt;br /&gt;pushing here and there&lt;br /&gt;y cant u'all think for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major class discussion&lt;br /&gt;din tell me anything abt it&lt;br /&gt;kept it from me&lt;br /&gt;am i not part of the class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;left out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacrificed my time and energy for it&lt;br /&gt;they dun cooperate&lt;br /&gt;keep jamming&lt;br /&gt;even got sc mad&lt;br /&gt;if u'all dun wan den just tell me straight in e face&lt;br /&gt;y waste everybody's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ure pissed wif me&lt;br /&gt;den just confront me&lt;br /&gt;dun give me all that shit&lt;br /&gt;just buzz off&lt;br /&gt;i dun give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed&lt;br /&gt;pressurized&lt;br /&gt;so many burdens&lt;br /&gt;so little time&lt;br /&gt;no understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115410391143225620?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21242722.post-115322905088599965</id><published>2006-07-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. haven been blogging since panorama. have been busy with work and esp guitar stuff. life so hectic that i fell ill. yes. AGAIN. i realised that i have been falling ill ever since i joined a non-sporty cca. yar. my standing board jump dropped frm 180+ to 160+. lyk wth!! i've nv gotten such a low grade for SBJ! perhaps its cos i had fever this morning. din have the energy. and i still dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the rehearsal for concert at vch. oh! a gd opportunity to promote the concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: 29 july 2006&lt;br /&gt;location: victoria concert hall&lt;br /&gt;time: ard 7.30&lt;br /&gt;tickets at $10 for stall, $15 for circle seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna come? just need to tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. i gtg rest. else i wun be able to go sch tmr. until the nxt time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever fever go away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115322905088599965?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115322905088599965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115322905088599965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115322905088599965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115322905088599965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115208197338684963</id><published>2006-07-05T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post shall be the longest one in my history. so be prepared! heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~4th July: Panorama~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some reflections..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big day! yes! to be honest.. i had been very excited, nervous, anxious for this day to come.. ever since i stepped into tpjc. it was kinda the only consolation for me to stay in tp. but i was wrong.. ever since i embarked on the panorama journey, i began to understand the meanings of coordination, unity, patience and even perfection. the past ndp performance was unlike panorama. that time.. i thought i could just make some mistakes because there were so many of us. but for an ensemble.. this kind of attitude is totally wrong. what we want is perfect playing, perfect tempo, perfect speed, perfect coordination. in other words, we are perfectionists. we do not tolerate mistakes. on top of that, there were only 50 of us as compared to more than 500 of cedarians then. it was easy to spot a flaw when there were so few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im honoured to perform at the esplanade! the name of the place is already so classy. haha. esplanade is like the best performing place in s'pore. and my very first big performance was held there. i couldnt believe it. honestly.. my first performance there might be my last one too. i consider this as an opportunity of a lifetime. in addition, i agree to what choo said. we were given the chance to perform on the same stage as prestigeous performers around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="853" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture045.jpg" width="1016" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the actual day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose to reach school early yesterday because it was bro's b'dae. so i passed him the ugly package before leaving for guitar. lol! we practised the two pieces before boarding the bus. on knowing that we would go high later in the day.. honey and i decided to take a nap on the bus. so we did. at first we got a different dressing room as last time's. the toliet was so much smaller! i was quite disaapointed. lol. but we got back our room in the end. so.. yay! we did quite a lot of soundchecks. especially for the finale item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="899" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture001.jpg" width="1037" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's goldi posing to my camera but not looking here. taken on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="697" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture005.jpg" width="813" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="700" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture014.jpg" width="714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toliet! nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="747" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture016.jpg" width="828" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toliet again! and that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="835" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture035.jpg" width="999" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more toliet! guess who that person is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so hungry by the time we finished the soundchecks! it was around 1 i think. so we had lunch at the green room which doesnt look like a room. really. but pity i didnt take a photo of it. after that we went to put on our make-up. as usual.. i was white. so i didnt want to take photos of myself with the flash. else i'd look like a ghost. seriously. but the outcome of those without flash was blur and have double images. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="825" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture022.jpg" width="924" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carin and me. blur huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch and make-up was a run though of all performances. being one of the last performances, we had a lot of free time. and what did we do? guitar 2 and 4 played "hai dai", "hei bai chei" and "number-ba". the games were quite stupid la. but were very fun when so many of us were playing. so its like guitar 2 versus guitar 4. each would send one of their contenders up. den we go against each other. it was damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="879" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture029.jpg" width="970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenrong and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at 5 after the full run. yea.. late lunch and early dinner. i didnt finish my rice! after dinner we finally got back our hp! we couldnt bring in hps in case it rings during the performance. talked to jm for awhile den cho called us out for the last practice before the actual one. even so.. some of us rushed so much! maybe it cos of the nerves. yes.. we had half an hour to calm down before our turn to perform but it din really work. we just got more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="661" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture040.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldi and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was time.. we went "omg..". actually it wasnt that bad for me until we went to the backstage, behind the curtain. backstage was pitch black man! couldnt see a thing! time passed quickly as the malay dance ppl took their bow. it was time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;performance time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt calm down as we walked into the choir gallery. what if i trip and fall? what if i drop my guitar? what if my guitar strings broke during the performance? what if i stared at the wrong time? these were the thoughts. it was nerve wrecking to perform in front of a full house. before i freaked out.. choo began conducting and we played. i couldnt care less about anything then. i just wanted to just get my stuff right and leave. i was thinking of the next note to play and to use vibrato at the correct time. before i know it, everything was over. we've done what we could. applause came roaring in. it felt good to know that we've done a good job. a sigh of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancers danced. choir sang their song.. blah blah. and it was the finale item! one of the highlights of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our Shared Dream"&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Was it just yesterday we were standing on that barren land&lt;br /&gt;The skies were clear and we’re dreaming of a future&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on those days&lt;br /&gt;We did not understand those feelings of anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Will our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;We are here today because of our shared dream&lt;br /&gt;No one can say that we were lost in our own world&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fly up to the sky and there unfurls&lt;br /&gt;Our future Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;This dream will lift us up when we are feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And together we’ll press on to higher grounds&lt;br /&gt;And to lift our dreams beyond the clouds&lt;br /&gt;So that dreams won’t just be dreams&lt;br /&gt;But they may be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just you and I&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship keeps us going strong&lt;br /&gt;Our shared dream will fuel our passion&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My friend&lt;br /&gt;As we journey through the years&lt;br /&gt;We vanquish all our fears&lt;br /&gt;The barren land no more&lt;br /&gt;It’s a home for us&lt;br /&gt;A home for us for us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;And the billows never falter&lt;br /&gt;For we conquered every night&lt;br /&gt;Aiming to do what we can&lt;br /&gt;Letting our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be found ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to believe that panorama is over. it took up so much of my time during the holidays. even gave me extra stress and pressure. but all of these are nothing as compared to the satisfaction and the experience it gave me. im sad that its over. but im happy with the result. panorama adds colour to my jc life. it is truly the best moment in tpjc yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="800" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/bluepp/Picture042.jpg" width="971" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the sunflower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few thanks to..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar members who stood by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who turned up for the performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06s27 for their support and the huge sunflower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinbo and the rest for screaming (yes i think i heard u :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jm for your moral support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choo for being patient all this while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judith and camilla for coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seniors for coming up with the games (i had fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally.. for the very first time.. &lt;em&gt;thank you tpjc for this wonderful experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115208197338684963?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115208197338684963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115208197338684963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115208197338684963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115208197338684963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-shall-be-longest-one-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115184583806647006</id><published>2006-07-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay! new digital camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more day to the 4th of july..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115184583806647006?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115184583806647006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115184583806647006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115184583806647006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115184583806647006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-new-digital-camera-one-more-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115167349328221248</id><published>2006-06-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:41.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>panorama rehearsal today was DAMN FUN!!! one of the best guitar practice so far! im still feeling high after so long! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE GUITAR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115167349328221248?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115167349328221248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115167349328221248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115167349328221248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115167349328221248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/panorama-rehearsal-today-was-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115158148278047460</id><published>2006-06-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first time late in school today. i just couldnt seem to pull myself out of my bed. cos the rehearsal yesterday at the esplanade ended so late. by the time i reached home, bathed, and my hair dried, it was already past 130 am. but i do not regret being late today. i dont regret going to esplanade yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its unbelievable. my very first time to esplanade was to have rehearsals there for a huge performance. maybe this will be the only time i perform there. at first when we just reached, we noticed that the entrance to the dressing rooms was damn ulu. ah ha! but the dressing rooms were like huge. so big that they were able to squeeze the band and guitar gals together in one room. we felt like we were in a hotel! the toliet was super clean and high class. there were so many corridors there. we almost got lost there. lol. we were just like some curious tourists. exploring and taking photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for rehearsals! the concert hall is awesome. that was the first time i saw such a big concert hall. we went like "wow.." and that lasted for around 5 minutes. esplanade is so beautifully ornamented. the concert hall itself was majestic and its just so high class. it had this soft scent of wood that really creates the high class atmosphere in this gigantic durian. when i looked up, i saw many sophisticated lighting equipments hanging from the celing. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music groups had a lot of breaks and waiting time. so we had been slacking around while they focus more on the dancers. unfair treatment? no.. they'll focus more on us on tuesday. so its gd! everything went well yesterday just that it ended quite late. cant blame them.. cos its so expensive to even book esplanade for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panorama shall be my best moment in my jc life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115158148278047460?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115158148278047460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115158148278047460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115158148278047460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115158148278047460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-time-late-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115115801721277604</id><published>2006-06-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just thought to post these.. i was so bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bijun, your eyes say you're Sincerely Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind and genuine, you're the sort of gal who's always looking out for others and being a great friend. You have a big heart and can't help but open it up to those you're close with. When you're that pretty on the inside, you can't help but be beautiful on the outside, too.When it comes to makeup, you like to keep things light and low-key. But that doesn't mean you don't enjoy getting dolled up on special occasions. And when you do, we'd guess you only add to your already sparkling and sweet self. You glow girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/eyesreveal/result.jsp"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/eyesreveal/result.jsp&lt;/a&gt;: What do your eyes say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #a67c51" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/white-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! feminine?! so not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 55% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Generally, you're an average woman, with average moods. But sometimes... well, watch out!Sometimes, you let your mean side get the better of you. And you enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ger ger shld see this. 55% only!! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115115801721277604?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115115801721277604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115115801721277604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115115801721277604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115115801721277604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-thought-to-post-these.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115080406818768439</id><published>2006-06-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so falling ill at the wrong time. 39.2 degrees. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please let me get well soon. i've got so much to do and yet so little time. i want to finish studying. i want to do my projects. i want to go for guitar. i want to go out and have fun. i need to get well. i must get well.. please.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115080406818768439?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115080406818768439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115080406818768439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115080406818768439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115080406818768439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-falling-ill-at-wrong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115071825663609596</id><published>2006-06-19T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was supposed to be the day for group studying. but that ger ger thought i didnt confirm with her! so she made me wait for more than 2 hours before replying my message. thank goodness turtle was around to study with me. or else i would have died from boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say today was a wasted day. first i didnt study much. second the rehearsals only lasted for 1 hour. third i went to macs along with honey and kaiwen. supposed to study there. but we ended up talking and gossiping. yar.. no one can study with honey around. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised most of us dun like him. it was damn funny! k. we were just outside the guitar room and were about to leave. then someone saw him driving into the sch. all of us just went like "shit!" and we ran away! even the comm members are like that. haha. they just dont want to have small group practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i have to study now. until the next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115071825663609596?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115071825663609596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115071825663609596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115071825663609596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115071825663609596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-supposed-to-be-day-for-group.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115038977743019910</id><published>2006-06-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIJUN! DONT GIVE UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115038977743019910?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115038977743019910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115038977743019910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115038977743019910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115038977743019910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/bijun-dont-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-115013003049470770</id><published>2006-06-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realised that i truly love my social life nw. the ppl in tpjc are an awesome bunch. its the sch administration that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel, bananna, girl, vehlin came over to do the gp project. although vehlin n bananna came super late, we managed to cover some parts of the project n even started studying. gd use of time. im glad that my classmates are not entirely slackers, n that they r worthy friends(honestly). cos they are always around to show their support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to the guitar chalet! woo! turtle n i wore the same sleeveless blouse! just that mine's black n hers was white. went to the beach and sat on the breakwater. it was damn funny. we were screaming out heads off when dere was a couple trying to be in the world of their own. in other words.. we were disturbing. haha. just when we were supposed to go play pool, durling realised that she lost her wallet. so everyone went treasure-hunting. we turned the chalet up-side-down but still couldnt find it. hopefully it'll somehow just appear. however, our spirits were not dampened by the lost. we watched "so u think u can dance". after that we went super high and started dancing n taking funshots of each other. it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got sick of dancing and went to play pool instead. this was when we gave our opinions bout guitar and such. they were not gd comments though. it is not convinient for me to discuss it here just in case they read my blog. actually.. nothing is perfect. since its like this.. we might as well make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. i wld like to thank all those who voted me as p. haha! im so SOOO honoured *blush*! i really din noe so many voted for me! honey and kaiwen: im happy to be a treasurer. content already. anyway goldi has her plans for us. she noes wad she's doing. believe in her okay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar. we rock. rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-115013003049470770?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/115013003049470770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=115013003049470770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115013003049470770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/115013003049470770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-realised-that-i-truly-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114977400001642820</id><published>2006-06-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had a mini handover session during guitar. bought a bouquet of fake flowers with a bear in it specially for goldi and packets of chocolates for the ex-comm. goldi was so touched that she cried. our intention was not to make anyone cry.. it was just to show our appreciation. it was a gd opportunity for her to vent her frustration bout guitar matters. so the more she mentioned, the more she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to goldi:&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all your hardwork and dedication in guitar. we all know how stressed you were. but hey! its over nw! now u can concentrate more on your studies. thank you for your patience in these past 6 months. u have been a caring senior,  a great SL (the best in fact) , and a wonderful president. we will work hard to maintain the high standard u've reached, and will even become better. thank you for giving us an opportunity to serve guitar. thank you for not abandoning guitar. thank you for having faith in us. thank you so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE          LOVE          GOLDI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114977400001642820?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114977400001642820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114977400001642820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114977400001642820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114977400001642820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-we-had-mini-handover-session.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114970025845368988</id><published>2006-06-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im pissed. pissed with myself. how could i have thought of it that way?! its so ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.. i was rather unhappy bout not getting the secetary position. the person who got the position is so not-the-admin-type. i mean.. i wanted to give administration a shot. cos ive NEVER tried it b4. but y was it that he got it n i din? butt kissing came to my mind immediately. wad an attention seeker. i dun mind if choo is biased towards someone that is capable. he doesnt seem capable. out of all people.. him?!??! i couldnt accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however.. my mindset changed drastically this morning. i was talking to sw bout the selection of comm members cos she aint too happy that turtle became pres. she was rooting for me. haha. thanks gal. den she told me the reason y goldi put me as the treasurer. its cos goldi didnt want me to be stressed bout guitar admin stuff and she wants me to have more time to study. n she even gave me one of the top positions. im really moved. im really touched. she cares so much for me n yet i could still be unhappy wif her decision. i feel like an ungrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114970025845368988?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114970025845368988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114970025845368988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114970025845368988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114970025845368988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114960613515124372</id><published>2006-06-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back.. and im tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick update on wad i've been up to for the past wk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon 29 may&lt;/strong&gt;- back to sch for make up lesson until afternoon. guitar prac after that until 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tues 30 may&lt;/strong&gt;- swollen eye. went to the doc. but still insisted on going to class chalet. reached home at 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed 31 may&lt;/strong&gt;- went to VCH for choir concert to do ushering. home at ard 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thurs 1 june&lt;/strong&gt;- jm came over to bake bdae cake for yoyo. a huge success(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fri 2 june&lt;/strong&gt;- yoyo's bdae. went to CHC for emerge conference. home at ard 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat &amp; sun 3/4 june&lt;/strong&gt;- went msia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon &amp;amp; tues 5/6 june&lt;/strong&gt;- guitar camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? where got time to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Congrats to my dear turtle-the &lt;em&gt;PRESIDENT &lt;/em&gt;of tpjc guitar ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and me? heehee..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TREASURER!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114960613515124372?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114960613515124372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114960613515124372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114960613515124372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114960613515124372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114881705055534049</id><published>2006-05-28T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~s3(as in 'cube')= &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super sian sia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~ quote idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant explain how bored i was! ok. today i woke up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;super &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;early to go attend e metta carnival. i was supposed to perform.. so ya. i had to go. e first part bout the performance was okay. just that i din realise i was sitting right in the middle&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(n i wasnt sitting properly). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we performed several pieces den some solo by ashraf n choo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta that its lunch break. we were given a 3 dollar coupon each to get our food. so turtle n i were like blur n just bought wad wt n sw bought. that bowl of uncooked noodles costed 3 bucks!! on top of that.. its not even nice. so we made jr eat 3 bowls of uncooked noodles. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met near e stage afta lunch. everybody just sat dwn to watch e performances. that is e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; part. was supposed to sell the metta coupons n we received it like at 2? 3? n tha carnival ends at 5. tell me who's gonna buy them. i was pestering the elephant mascot to buy e coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly.. our guit pres told us "if y'all are tired then just rest somewhere. but dun let the metta ppl see." how not to expect the metta ppl to see? they r everywhere! its just like that time when i sprained my finger. "dun press too hard on the fret board ok?" said goldi. how can i produce a gd note if i dun press hard? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then most of the j2 gals, turtle n i went up 2 the children's playground. as in the indoor type with air-filled stuff that lots of kids love to jump or bounce on. we were in awe. as in "wow!". just like deprived kids. we almost went on to jump on those things but it was damn embarassing. so we waited for goldi to make a move 1st. but she wun budge!(although we all noe she wanted it so much). heehee. din do it after all. we ended up sitting on a matteress doing nth. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114881705055534049?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114881705055534049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114881705055534049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114881705055534049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114881705055534049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/s3as-in-cube-super-sian-sia-quote-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114863890825692046</id><published>2006-05-26T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~slack ahhh!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! its slack time! wow.. these few days were like so tiring for me. i couldnt breathe man.. phew! TGIF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd i had chi and econs. chi was weird! cos its totally different frm all that ive done in the past. 1 mcq for 4 marks. like wth! its either u get it or u dun. i have a pretty gd feeling bout econs. cos surprisingly they concentrated more on demand supply. made me feel that ive studied so hard for nth cos i concentrated on market structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was phy. darn.. forgot how to tackle one of the questions! and that question happened to be the one ive revised b4! oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to tm after phy. it was super early when we reached. met idol n her pw members doing gpp! wow.. dey're super enthu. so unlike my grp. lets not get into the details. sighs.. watched da vinci code! it was pretty okay imo. but that perverted monk! that part was super gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got matta performance on sunday. i just keep forgetting bout it! heh.. mayb i'll just forget to even wake up early. i'll make an effort to rmb though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114863890825692046?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114863890825692046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114863890825692046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114863890825692046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114863890825692046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/slack-ahhh-finally-its-slack-time-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114829521521242274</id><published>2006-05-22T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again my heart sank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;force the tears back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if only that was done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps it is not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to deceive myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have had enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to give but not to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one appreciates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they take it for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114829521521242274?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114829521521242274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114829521521242274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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collage with such weird time-tables. CRAP. have not finished with my studies. having chi, econs and phy next wk. phy need to do questions. econs.. well.. having trouble getting everything into my head. oh dear.. but i'll work hard! self-motivation is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel super accomplished today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first.. honey, durling and i managed to give our precious turtle her belated bdae present! heh.. we gave her a surprise. what did we do? we pretended that honey was quitting guitar. my job was to lure her into the classroom where we did our skit. n so i did.. looking all serious and solemn. brought her dere and honey took over. honey was such a gd actress man! she really sounded as though she was crying. and TURTLE FELL FOR IT! she tried to console honey but realise it was all an act when we surprised her with the present. that expression on her face was a mix of bewilderment, surprise, excitment, embarassment, joy, and pure shock. haha! i love that kind of satisfaction after getting my mission accomplished, esp seeing the fruits of our labour. its all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. angel, blechy gal, royal bananna and wl came over to study. cant say its very productive but i managed to clear most of my doubts when we phoned ms peh. heh.. its fun hanging out with them. but when it comes to study.. i dun think studying in a big grp is productive. cos dere were a lot of distraction. mayb we can try studying in sch nxt time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114804085299588097?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114804085299588097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114804085299588097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114804085299588097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114804085299588097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-friday-finally-this-wk-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114787555943539719</id><published>2006-05-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:39.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. R. G. H.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'anticipating'&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;great&lt;br /&gt;headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S. H. I. T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;homework&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B . I. T. C. H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bijun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trying not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114787555943539719?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114787555943539719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114787555943539719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114787555943539719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114787555943539719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114753944046815989</id><published>2006-05-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo! i finally got rid of a PEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ersistent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;eeky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tubbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it stays this way man.. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114753944046815989?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114753944046815989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114753944046815989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114753944046815989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114753944046815989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/woohoo-i-finally-got-rid-of-pest.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114726102928895558</id><published>2006-05-10T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:39.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something miraculous happened today.. i actually enjoyed netball during the spe! shocking ya? we played the game today.. n we won all! yea! my team-mates were awesome! esp angel, sz, anna n blechy gal! well done ppl! u all did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGEL + DEVIL = VICTORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its really cos of the team that made me hate netball sooooo much. ya. i shall not go into the details. but after today.. i realised that a small part of me still likes netball-the sport. not the team. i guess its cos i enjoyed working wif my team. a netballer must have the necessary skills and techniques. but den again.. one cnnt go far without team spirit. that's wad cedar netball lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guit today was like s.h.i.t. really boring.. listened to choo choo bout keeping nails. that went on for 1 hr. den we din get to play as much. its a wed for goodness sake! furthermore.. durling and honey din go! they broke their promises! sighs.. i forgive them. their gpp is more impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. haven finished my hwmk yet. just reached hme. got gp ca tmr! argh! n chi oral too! bleah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114726102928895558?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114726102928895558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114726102928895558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114726102928895558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114726102928895558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-miraculous-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114717038935156386</id><published>2006-05-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired of being tired. so many things are waiting for me to accomplish. i have piles n piles of hmwk to do. common tests are ard the corner. rehearsals are coming my way. im tired. but wad to do? cant just sit at one corner and cry. crying doesnt help solve anything. still have to study at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a taste of being the guitar president ytd. i was put in charge cos the j2s went for their sea carnival. wah.. super tiring can? first my pres handed me the keys. those r things that i can nv ever dare to lose. then my teacher-in-charge came after me for the collage day ppl. and i had to stay till 7 just to wait for the collage day ppl to return so that i could lock up. i wonder if goldi does that all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think im up to the task of leading the entire guit ensemble. mayb i can just be the comm member. my impression bout ytd is that i was under observation.. if u noe wad im talking about. i must say that goldi has a lot of trust in me. passed me the keys without hesitation. im really honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go do hmwk nw. i hope guit practice tmr is a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. netball sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114717038935156386?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114717038935156386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114717038935156386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114717038935156386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114717038935156386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-tired-of-being-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114681675755777371</id><published>2006-05-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:39.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~sports day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"one of the best during my 4 years in tpjc." said dear principal of tpjc. den i think the sports day for the other years must be really terrible. how can it even be considered as gd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the worst sports day i ever had. waste of precious time in my honest opinion. it was soooooo boring. the only high times were when we cheered for the s27 guys. (u guys rock man! the ONLY hope for eagle house) and when ms peh was involved in a race. thats all. i spent my time walking and pacing ard.. stoning and just totally spaced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pizza hut for lunch after that! the bus stop was super crowded cos everyone was heading for tm. was bickering with sheryl kwan (or kwan mei mei or kwan po chu. dunno wads her chi name) on the way to tm. she wanted to be the empress dowager so she was like "eh hold my hand. support me when i climb stairs. shelter me from the rain". haha. im her beechie mama! how could she have treated me like a slave?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we went on until we reached pizza hut. had the mother's day special meal. it was shared among 6 ppl. anna, blechy gal (aka kwan po chu), wl, ms peh, idol n me. ms peh ate very little! i think its cos she wanted us to have more.. n still paid the same price as us! that blechy gal! so skinny already still wants to go on diet. as her beechie mama.. i had to force food into her. haha. actually i merely fed her with 1 slice of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the others went to watch mi3 after lunch. din go cos no money. sighs. think they r still enjoying the movie nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114681675755777371?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114681675755777371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114681675755777371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114681675755777371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114681675755777371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/05/sports-day-one-of-best-during-my-4.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114673924841414491</id><published>2006-05-04T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:39.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~crapped up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have a hell lot of tests nxt wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp compre n essay on thurs&lt;br /&gt;chi oral on thurs&lt;br /&gt;phy on thurs&lt;br /&gt;chem on tues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with thursdays man? have not started studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received many test papers today. here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;phy... A&lt;br /&gt;econs... B (damn upset)&lt;br /&gt;gp essay... FAIL!!!! (not like im surprised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sprained my finger ytd thanks to DEAR netball. it hurts so much that i was advised not to play guitar. i din care man. just went ahead with the playing. what else could i do ytd during guit? sit and stone? goldi told me not to 'press too hard on the board'. i went like 'huh?'. if i dun 'press hard'.. nth will come out. haha. love my pres man. shitty. i HATE netball. i REALLY HATE netball. i ABSOLUTELY HATE netball. i hate it to the center of the core. *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114673924841414491?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114673924841414491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~the bus stop incident~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he has done it again. n this time round was in front of so many ppl. maybe it wasnt a good move at all. argh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114656333423864577?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114656333423864577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114656333423864577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uniform:            &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canteen food:    &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;environment:   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers:           &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people:               &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch spirit:          &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discipline:          &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acadamic:          &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca:                     &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tpjc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classrooms:       &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;principal:           &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bookshop:          &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;library:               &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tpjc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civilised ppl:      &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm:     &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss u cedar.. tp is nth compared to u. why did i even choose to stay? i feel damn stupid. im regretting my decision. was i that desperate to get into sa that i actually lost my head? why did i choose a sch that has no spirit at all? mayb cos its near? no.. its cos of guitar. n nw.. its more of a workload than a hobby. im losing my passion. im drifting away. what exactly is happening? many questions are left unanswered. there r things that i dun understand. i dun feel part of tpjc. no. not at all. mayb i'll nv be part of it. its not the time factor. mayb its just me. so why did i stay? i dont know. i really dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114613877850522221?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114613877850522221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114613877850522221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114613877850522221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114613877850522221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/cedar-vs-tpjc-uniform-cedar-canteen.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114605364345451990</id><published>2006-04-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:38.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~tired and empty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i last checked in. ive been rather busy these days.. with what? school work. duh! sigh.. im so busy that i haven had the time to watch tv. i watch the channel u show only. i like 'gu zhuang' shows! (but not those very slow moving ones for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from guitar. feeling very weak and low. mayb its cos durling, honey and turtle din go guitar today. so i was like super quiet. xiao wen said that im very calm today. haha. cant really go crazy with the j2s cos 'lao da' was there. she was apperently quite pissed when we were chatting away and practising other pieces. dun mess with her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*general election 2006*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. the tpjc guitar ensemble version. received this form that wants me to decide if i want to be part of the comm. if yes, den i'll have to state what position i wanna take. should i? i dun wanna be too stressed but yet i wanna contribute. a j2 told me to run for the president position. and my immediate reaction was "siao ah?!". i dunno if a voting is going to take place. if it is.. im so gonna die cos of sabotage. that xu yoyo!(btw im yeo yoyo. stupid nick. thanks to wt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw the panaroma rehearsal time-table. faint ah!! its super hectic! once every wk excluding the practices in between. my holidays are gonna be damn packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta(1)  hai(2)  mei(2)  si(3)  xin(1) (in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's entry is very guitar. sorry bout that! not a lot of happenings lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bijun.. out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114605364345451990?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114605364345451990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114605364345451990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114605364345451990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114605364345451990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/tired-and-empty-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114511998218087355</id><published>2006-04-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:38.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turn crucification into resurrection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the power to cancel the past, the power to change one's personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to expo to attend the city harvest church's easter service. it was very good. they had their praise and worship first, followed by the drama and lastly the preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise and worship was rather boring for ah mei and me. cos we dun feel connected to the whole atmosphere. it seemed quite weird in the beginning but it got better in the later part. ive actually experienced that in jm's church b4. just that i dun feel that i should sing along. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drama was the best man.. the actors were exaggerating a lil. but it actually created a positive impact on the show. the drama was mainly about christ; how he got the people's support and his tragic end. i really admire Him for the things He did. oh and i finally know what judas did. at first i only knew he's a disciple of christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor rev. kong is a very dynamic speaker. i enjoyed his preach about being a better person. everything he said makes perfect sense. just that i cant seem to recall much bout what he said. haha. wanna share his little story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A man fell off a cliff. he was falling and falling until he caught onto a branch. now he was 1000 ft from the top and 2000 ft from the foot of the cliff. he was getting desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Someone please save me! God save me!" He cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;True enough, someone who sounded like God replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Let go of the branch and i'll catch you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What did you say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Let go of the branch and i'll catch you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Come again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Let go of the branch and i'll catch you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;try and guess what the man said! answer to be revealed soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all.. it was a very good experience for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114511998218087355?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114511998218087355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114511998218087355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114511998218087355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114511998218087355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/turn-crucification-into-resurrection.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114501434381693128</id><published>2006-04-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:38.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~stressed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not finished my PI yet. shitty project work. i got rejected twice before getting a 'okok' from my ST. i have the main ideas already. just that i have not put down in the flow chart form. gonna do it soon. later. after my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~slack~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to changi airport for class outing ytd!! had popeye. btw.. i din know what popeye was. haha. sua ku. we occupied a total of 12 tables! imagine the noise pollution we created. ytd's situation was applicable to econs. diminishing law of returns. popeye should hire more workers to fully utilize the machinery. hence productivity and efficientcy increases which leads to increasing returns from a variable factor. i bet ms peh was overjoyed to see us apply wad we learnt. wahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stressed again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe im given the chance to be a sectional leader. all thanks to amantha. a sabotage. i dun wanna be a SL. a SL has to learn at lightning fast pace, to have good timing and tempo and to be musically inclined. besides those, he or she has to be responsible. being a member is stressful enough.. let alone being a SL. choo wants the SL wannabes to learn one piece everyday. and we have to be good at them by june. in addition, we have our ensemble pieces to practice AND homework to cope with. come on.. im no prodigy. how do u expect me to do so much when ive only picked up guitar this year? it is so not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to my j2 yoyos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey cheer up u girls.. it is not the end of the road. u still have your A's! pw contributes only 10% to the overall. i noe its a heavy weightage. but its nth compared to the 90% of your written paper. what have u worked so hard for? whatever your answer is, think abt it.. if u choose to give up now.. then all of your hardwork will go down the drain, to the river, to the sea, whatever. my point is, u did not work hard for nothing! it wld be nth if u give up now. so stop dwelling on it and move on. believe in yourself. block out all discouragements. consider this as a beginning to the next chapter in your life. the future is still unwritten. how the story ends lies in the hands of the writer. so take control. write your story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to WR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thanks for being so understanding. lets just be friends. thanks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114501434381693128?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114501434381693128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114501434381693128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114501434381693128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114501434381693128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/stressed-have-not-finished-my-pi-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114456010913556367</id><published>2006-04-09T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.. time really flies. i realised that this week ended faster than expected. not as draggy as any other week. perhaps i was too preoccupied by the workload. ya.. academic stuff and guitar matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;academic:&lt;br /&gt;gp is bad. well.. not that i haven realised how bad my eng is. i just cant seem to do that 'answer in your own words' comprehension! wad crap.. argh. it has to be done anyway.. so i'll just try to make the best out of the worst! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im struggling with my chem! stupid lecturer. cant teach then dont! nw my atomic structure is like *puke*. understand concepts but cant apply. so i decided to attend the audi lecture. the lecturer is far better than 'miss-booming-voice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths is so far so gd. some prob with numbers n sequences though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar:&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to catch up! altough my timing is haphazard.. but i still got the gists of them! yes! i hope they reserved a place for me at the esplanade n VCH.. i also hope to get a place in the performance at the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practices are very demanding for me. i have to travel frm BMT to guitar 2 every now and then. to teach and get taught. why did they even choose me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my motivation is you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114456010913556367?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114456010913556367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114456010913556367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114456010913556367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114456010913556367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114424016327202479</id><published>2006-04-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:38.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*in a nightmare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been miserable for me these days. im very distracted bcos of this. it has only been less than 3 wks!! i think its really too fast. by asking weird questions n going all out aint gonna work. yes.. ive gotten the hint. but do u noe that im currently afraid of u? it has shown me the other side of u. the persistent side. im trying really hard to avoid u. but the more i wanna avoid, the more i bump into u. do u noe that the whole BMT knows abt it? i think e whole of guitar noes. ya n do u noe why? its cos ure being so damn obvious. nw i feel very awkward to even be in the same class as u. if u haven realised.. i was the one who told abi to 'take care' of u. i dun even want to talk to u. i dun even want to see u. but u keep appearing. u said 'hi' in the very shy manner. that made me wanna run away. yea n my classmates know. not cos i told them. its cos ure being so obvious. let me make my stand clear.. it is not possible. no matter wad. i wun get into a relationship. not this year. not next year. so.. dun waste your time on me. its not worth the while. im really sorry. but i believe im not the one ure looking for. please stop already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114424016327202479?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114424016327202479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114424016327202479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114424016327202479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114424016327202479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-nightmare-it-has-been-miserable-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</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-21242722.post-114389178548855144</id><published>2006-04-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:51:38.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please stop asking me weird questions. please stop doing funny things. because you are freaking me out. im really scared of u. give me up already. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is not possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. there are more important things now as compared to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21242722-114389178548855144?l=sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/feeds/114389178548855144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21242722&amp;postID=114389178548855144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114389178548855144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21242722/posts/default/114389178548855144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweeter-than-bitter.blogspot.com/2006/04/please-stop-asking-me-weird-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>PIGeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11484663481055060410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
