<?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-2899634852458195857</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:34:36.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiJinG's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-4239718359054414966</id><published>2009-11-22T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:54:58.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol Jiayi led me into thinking that a lot of people would turn up for the gathering when it was not the case. Vns was not there, Ben, Joshua, Ruixiang, Yong Qing, Qinglin and Janice were not present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica was there, surprisingly. The one and only 4a gathering she turned up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-4239718359054414966?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/4239718359054414966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=4239718359054414966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4239718359054414966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4239718359054414966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol-jiayi-led-me-into-thinking-that-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2575527918276478304</id><published>2009-11-12T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:39:57.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW is officially over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this. I'm free from PW. How wonderful. I can finally rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I plan to plan my holidays properly. There are so much things to do but funno which one to start first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz but it's kind of bored to stay at home all day long. Can't think of anything to do outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2575527918276478304?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2575527918276478304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2575527918276478304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2575527918276478304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2575527918276478304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/11/pw-is-officially-over-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6229486939387311838</id><published>2009-11-05T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:24:05.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling of outcast again</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising that I can still be amazed of what happens in school every single day. Probably I have not gotten over the school live which no one was late for 15 mins for class and when noise level wasn't loud enough to activate my ear drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was truly a surprise. I could own half of the classroom since there were only two pupils present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me a question on msn. He asked "how can you stand people bitch about you behind your back and dun dare to say in front of you?" Then, "I wonder how you can stand the class going against you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered over the question for really quite a while but I was thinking how to answer this person. What intrigues me is the purpose of him asking the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one Taiwanese reality show, a girl ( grown up one) was reciting how she was bullied when she studied in an European country. Her classmates closed the lift doors while she was entering such that she got stuck in between the doors. And they were cruel enough to burst out laughing as she screamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6229486939387311838?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6229486939387311838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6229486939387311838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6229486939387311838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6229486939387311838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-of-outcast-again.html' title='feeling of outcast again'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6018196593188873714</id><published>2009-11-03T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:07:07.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post mid course</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is boring without proper lessons. Life is boring without excitment or worse still, with nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating in the school. Yes, in that school which take away two precious years of my youth when it is ending soon. I can't believe it. I have to spend another year in this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of all this. If my life is not miserable enough I should re-post all the complains and frustrations again (dun bother about this sentence, I dun understand it either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knows what happens if I stare at the OP (oral presentation - a component of PW) slides for too long? If I change one thing after staring at them for two minutes, by now I would have changed at least nine hundred things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a song which tune never fail to console my tortured heart (no, it's just stressed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to love someone by Ashley Tisdale :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3OsPyxE-DI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3OsPyxE-DI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6018196593188873714?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6018196593188873714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6018196593188873714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6018196593188873714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6018196593188873714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-mid-course.html' title='post mid course'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-7814732863420950165</id><published>2009-10-26T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:40:36.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be temporarily sleeping for a while until I finish OP and CCA projects that have been haunting me for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-7814732863420950165?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/7814732863420950165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=7814732863420950165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7814732863420950165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7814732863420950165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-blog-will-be-temporarily-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5304640771193056366</id><published>2009-10-02T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:02:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got enlightened today by a kind soul who really appreciates me for who I am. And I finally realise there would not be a problem if I understand the root of the it. The problem lies on the people who discriminate not the ones being discriminated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if they openly discuss in class why they detest immigrants especially the Chinese I shouldn't be affected at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat can be killed by ignorance faster than curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so silly to spend a day feeling upset over this. I dun need them to put me down. I know myself well enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am extremely relieved now after knowing the more appropriate solution to solve this problem. In fact I dun have a problem to be solved since it doesn't lies on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only people who are XXX confident of themselves put others down thinking that will upgrade themselves. So as not be like them, I shall stop discussing others at the back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that xenophobic people may not live in forests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm pretty unsure what was the purpose of introducing the word xenophobia to the class (though the target is terribly obvious since there is only one immigrant in class) and the unnecessary discussion which wasted our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of these people out there read my blog and disguised as Mr(No they are not gentlemen or ladies!) anonymous. What I want to say is, go ahead and challenge my belief system. See who lose out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mention earlier, I won't be defeated by this silly attacks which only cut the epidermis cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5304640771193056366?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5304640771193056366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5304640771193056366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5304640771193056366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5304640771193056366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-enlightened-today-by-kind-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2142847853913412640</id><published>2009-09-17T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:07:07.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I yearn for many stuff especially food. Omg, I yearn for steamboat and satay and kimchi soup and sugarcane drink and roti prata and bbq sliced fish etc etc. I doubt if my tummy can store them all but my mind is already filled with them and their aroma just stuck in my nose. Oh no, I think I'm being poisoned, 'food poisoning'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupy a round table with only one butt, mug at the forth floor where only wind being the accompany, practise serving marking the entire tennis court as my 'territory' has been what I am doing since entering the gate. It acts like 'hell' gate to me where I'll be stuck for two years. I hope it pass faster and faster each day but my brain will suffer trying to accommodate the speed. Unfortunately, time is moving faster than me. In fact, it is like accelerating in an exponential rate but I am 'retardating' in diminishing rate Yup, the speed may just disappear and I will be at rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vns says she is weird but how can she be weirder than me. The class must be thinking why I am so weird, why I take things so seriously even in some ridiculous competition, why I dun laugh and chat with them, why I'm not interested in any topic in their conversation, why I dun like to lose. Perhaps they dun even think. They are just fine with me isolating myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a willful thought. And I fulfilled the thought by skipping cca. First time in 3 years that I skip a traininbg without any valid reason, without any sickness. I was merely tired and sleepy and couldn't stand the computer screen staring at me with such high light intensity. Then I escaped from school as soon as the bell rang. My cca leader called me half an hour after the training started. I naturally left it in the room and deliberately not to check for calls. Then this morning after alighting mrt, I saw him, I thought I could walk away unknowingly but was caught as soon as he tapped on my shoulder. Unlike the expected, he understood my reason since I worked extremely hard the entire week of last week. But still, I was quite stunned when he mentioned that I should at least inform him and he would let me go. Was tat a compensation for supporting your leader towards his goal and feel even more depressed when it failed?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a lot of things such as getting early dismissal form when I'm not sick. So many of them tried that but I didn't. I crawled to school when I was half dead. For the fact that no one will be generous enough to teach me whatever I had missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to endure for 2 more days before my friend can accompany me to canteen. Without her, I will be practically 'living' alone in school. You know how it feels like. Like you are the loneliest person in the world!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am weird to behave like that this days. But since in future I can't get to choose my working partners, I really want to choose my classmates. And since I can't even choose my classmates I should have full authority to choose my friends and those whom I wish to talk. Willful and obstinate I may seem, I dun care. There may not be any more chance to be willful again. I am already seventeen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was thirteen I thought there was still a long way to go. At fifteen I thought I was still young and could still act childishly (in the absence of family). Then when I turned seventeen I truly realised there is no turn back and there is no reason to act without careful consideration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I forsee myself becoming a spendthrift in the extremely near future (actually I am already now) so earning lots and lots of money shall be my life goal. Before achieving that, I must must must must get into Uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, please give me the heart to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have spent the hour writing GP essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally and economically poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2142847853913412640?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2142847853913412640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2142847853913412640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2142847853913412640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2142847853913412640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/09/suddenly-i-yearn-for-many-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-242722191129696148</id><published>2009-09-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:05:49.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is simply no mood to do tutorials after 8hours of training!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday suck totally. We waited for almost 3 hours in the bloody cold theatre for the results. I can only say they did a fantastic job to announce those teams that didn't qualify for the top 20. Everyone was whinning and howling at the back as they falshed each slide and announced the losing teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"17 more...15 more..omg still have 10 teams..wad if our team appears on the 20th slide.." I believe I was not the only one counting. The suspense was building as he read out each name. The people was anticipating. No one wants to hear their school being read out but half of the people will be gone that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to stay behind with such unentertaining presentation. Either the genunity of the storyline or the tagline must have saved us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously ponder how can I endure another three days before the last pitching starts on Sat. It's so hard to work with people whose ideas always clashes with u who always make unecessary demands. I'm not a puppet. There isn't any string tied on my limbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. I dun wish to see the people who dun complete theirs task on time and dun bother to give an explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are realy smart. How could they push the job to me to fulfill their selfishnesss. I have other comnitment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really smart. They know I will submit the second draft even if I have to finish it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my hats off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just too smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-242722191129696148?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/242722191129696148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=242722191129696148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/242722191129696148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/242722191129696148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-is-simply-no-mood-to-do-tutorials.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5438830271542092930</id><published>2009-09-01T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:12:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old self is always hidden within ur soul, only depends when u want to reveal it or whom u wish to reveal to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really not everyone can stand the intolerable behaviour of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those who understand me knows. I am not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question raised, "Why dun you double the time to do ur tutorial?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I should have done that instead of doubling the time to vent my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5438830271542092930?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5438830271542092930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5438830271542092930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5438830271542092930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5438830271542092930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-time.html' title='double the time'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6466844014518999482</id><published>2009-08-24T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:24:21.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be wrong for the anonymous to vent his frustration on my blog. Or if his intended target is me, well, sorry to disappoint him, I'm not offended at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as though another silly Singaporean has surfaced who generously displayed his inexplicable high level of stupidity and idiocy. I feel ashamed to share the same nationality as him, provided he is a real Singaporean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask (if he has a brain to think) whether he will “TELL IT TO THEIR FACE” when he “HAS ISSUE” with the government. Most likely he will just hide behind some anonymous people and spit his anger and frustration towards the policies instead of going through the proper way to give feedback like writing to the newspaper. Or if he did, I would pity the editor who considered publishing his post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside the fact that I’m not even complaining, what right does he have to comment on my attitude towards others?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ignorant act of his reminds me of an incident in sec 2.  An anonymous badminton senior sent a message to warn me not to get near to Donald because I was an ugly person with lousy badminton skills and couldn’t be matched with him at all. The person didn’t reply after I rebuked, neither did he pick up any calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hilarious when I found out that it’s a she whom I once respected. I supposed she must have admired Donald very much or she simply hated me to core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this anonymous, if you spam my blog purely for the sake of fun, I advise you better cease this stupid action of yours before I get flared up. Whereas if you did it because you admire Yong Bang so much so that you are jealous of the scandals in class or for whatever reason it is, go and confess to him. Don’t do so many things behind his back, he won’t know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am thinking if this person was from MF or why else would he know I was from China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps his brain is just glued with the ‘stickest’ formula on Earth that’s why he can’t think properly. Maybe he should use his knee instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Heaved a sigh of relief) Had not feel so relaxed after ages since my brothers have been well behaved and I had no chance of scolding someone who deserves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s make a concluding statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have chosen the wrong person to ‘lecture’. It’s me by the way. One who grows up amidst of all sorts of problems and uncountable difficulties. Think he can demoralise me by badmouthing me? Dream on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am a backstabber, you would have been starving in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6466844014518999482?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6466844014518999482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6466844014518999482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6466844014518999482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6466844014518999482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-must-be-wrong-for-anonymous.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-3612326048922266127</id><published>2009-08-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:02:25.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering over some silly questions coz someone in class treats me differently from other girls whom I suppose is too obvious to be named. But now I have decided not to be troubled over it. If he dislikes the way I handle things then let hime be. I'm not going to change my my of doing things nether am I going to change any traits of my characteristics to suit him. I will live the way I do and ignore that immature guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: He doesn't worth so much of my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3612326048922266127?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3612326048922266127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3612326048922266127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3612326048922266127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3612326048922266127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-pondering-over-some-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-4458101178896438418</id><published>2009-07-28T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:26:46.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again tuesday has ended with an hour of tennis lesson. I was pleading Pall to help me train after lesson but he was more keen towards soccer even after he agreed the day before. So he made an excuse saying that my serve is already better than Yongbang and I dun need any more practice. Well, besides the serve, there is nothing else to be confident of since I can't even hit back a ball properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that my brain is abnormally slow to interpret people's mind. I couldn't figure out their memtality and what makes them so selfish and inconsiderate. Everyone seems happy-go-lucky all day along as of their results were top of the level. They are attached to each other so 'intimately' in class until it gives me the impression that they are really close. Perhaps they are, just that I'm not close to them. But there is one thing I can be 90% sure-no one is near to selfless. Am I slow to realise this only now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong bang is always friendly and helpful towards others, except me. He would lend his tutorials to any classmates but me. He can explain question by question to anyone but me. He would tell others what he is drawing but not me. What is the problem? I could never get it. I thought we are friends. Ya that's right. He didn't oppose me in anything. He dun detest me. But why his attitude towards me is sooooooooo weird? Maybe he didn't even realise. He can't rmb why he refuse to lend me notes or why he refused to explain a question to me. Or did he merely act ignorant so that he can continue not to lend me? &lt;br /&gt;fac&lt;br /&gt;The H1N1 reall has it all. My CIP plans all flung coz of it. Now I have to plan another programme and find another organisation. The tutorials already squeezed 3/4 of my brain juice, not to mention cca task and the competition I stupidly joined. THe leader is forcing me to think of new ideas every other day. I hate to receive his msg. I gave my ideas and he rejected silently. What's the point of asking me to join if he thinks that my ideas can't work. They can be developed into fantastic story, why did he reject?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes right with the current rate of progressing. Am I progressing anyway? Or have I been stagnant this while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I talk to the school counsellor since I have 2 hours to spare tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love compre,&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-4458101178896438418?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/4458101178896438418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=4458101178896438418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4458101178896438418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4458101178896438418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/07/again-tuesday-has-ended-with-hour-of_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1975471292772034566</id><published>2009-07-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:50:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly the blog is almost dead because I have not been blogging. If given a choice, why wouldn't I blog. It's not as if I can't squeeze at least 10 mins to post something. There is simply nothing to write about that's why I didn't blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that lies in my agenda is so mandatory. School, tutorials, pw, cca, studies, everything dead. There is only classmates who can never be friends only classrooms without designated seats. You belong to the school but nothing in the school belongs to u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so boring. And it's so hard to find a purpose to learn those things I learnt. They all doesn't make sense. Everything is prepared.  All we are required is to memorise, process and practise. What on earth is learning? Shouldn't we be taught the purpose of learning them as well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left to ponder, " which one is more important, your friends or your future?". Nice question. Does it mean if all my classmates dun like to study then I'll be left with no friends? Then I have to eat alone, study alone and walk into lecture theatre and classrooms myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1975471292772034566?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1975471292772034566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1975471292772034566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1975471292772034566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1975471292772034566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/07/apparantly-blog-is-almost-dead-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5271063365828464723</id><published>2009-07-13T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:24:09.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goal of the week&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Finish all assignments on time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: sleep at least 7 hours a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5271063365828464723?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5271063365828464723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5271063365828464723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5271063365828464723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5271063365828464723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/07/goal.html' title='goal'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8041308731085414745</id><published>2009-07-13T19:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:19:40.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Day of Depression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONe piece of good news from summer test results: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I improved from E to C for GP essay !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's the one and only good news I can share. Chem deteriorated by 2 grades, maths by 1 and phy by 4 coz I failed it. I failed phy. Though I was excel good in phy but bcoz I did pretty well for the previous tests, it become an unwanted surprise to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I failed econs which I was confident of passing, at least for the essay question, I thought I would pass! HOw should I describe? When I glanced through the script, as the marks flashed through my eyes, my heart sank,  into the deepest ocean all the way to the core of this globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How irony. The paper I spent nights and days mugging failed me or should I say I failed myself again and again and again. While for GP, I merely spent an hour browsing through 3 model essays and went into exam hall without any research data filling a single cell of my brain and the result was smiling at me, I supposed. If not for my tons of spelling and grammer mistakes and wrong expressions that highlighted my poor language skills in &lt;b&gt;every para&lt;/b&gt; I would have gotten a B grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This punishment is severe enough to make me kick the habit of last min revision no matter how busy I was busy with pre-u and PW. I dare not procrastinate like I used to. I dare not keep my eyes close for more than a sec in lecture anymore. I dare not shop or watch anime b4 completing the assignments. Neither would I dare to risk flunking any test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound like me at all. But if that is what one has to do to score well, then I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go jia you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lijing dun die =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8041308731085414745?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8041308731085414745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8041308731085414745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8041308731085414745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8041308731085414745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/07/depression.html' title='depression!'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-7614812343874387019</id><published>2009-06-10T12:07:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:33:48.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;PW Outing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outing filled with lots of bliss and laughter always give me a hard time to settle down and start work, even after 18 hours have passed. So this post is supposed to help me get over with it and start REVISION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The itinerary starts with the MInt Museum in the morning, followed by lunch and singapore flyer in the evening. Did u realise? There is 5 hours of blank on the list. But things always sort out in the end so we just headed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafizah was the earliest. She reached Cityhall mrt at 9.11 am. Yong bang was next, 9.20am. And obviously I was the last, 9.38am which was 8 mins late. Yong bang didn't have his breakfast, as usual the two of us had to find an outlet for him to buy something and eat along the way. Dun ask why he didn't search it himself. First, he has no sense of urgency( to me). Second, he is always walking behind the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINT stands for Moment of Imagination and Nostagia with Toys. The museum is the world's first purpose-built museum for toys(as according to the pamphlet)which showcases an extensive collection of vintage toys, the unique collection collection originates from over 25 countries, such as Germany, Japan, UK, USA and even Bulgaria .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest,the sofa there attracts me more than any toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only toys that caught my attention was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9I24CJL1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8P68ztF8kW8/s1600-h/CIMG1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345571390303579986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9I24CJL1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8P68ztF8kW8/s320/CIMG1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Popeye and his friends&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9JvJ4hOnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1d7WHUOe9CM/s1600-h/CIMG1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9JvJ4hOnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1d7WHUOe9CM/s320/CIMG1839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345572357167725170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9KsaZCaFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h-Lj4TxgcWM/s1600-h/CIMG1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9KsaZCaFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h-Lj4TxgcWM/s320/CIMG1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345573409571104850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yong bang engrossed in his sketching&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the four levels, we took a rest on the large long cushy sofa, deciding where to go next. Yong bang wanted to go home(obviously not allowed). Hafizah craved for history museum and singapore flyer. I wish we could eat something. The "argument" lasted for about 30 mins or more than that until I suggested to use Tommy's brilliant method which was drawing lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I wrote 6 options on a Post-it(newly bought). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lunch at bras basah)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lunch at the cafe beside Mint museum&lt;br /&gt;3. History Museum&lt;br /&gt;4. ACM&lt;br /&gt;5. S'pore flyer&lt;br /&gt;6. Arcade to play air hockey(since they have an unfinished deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which option did Hafizah's lucky hand chose. A place I never want to step in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was settled at Long John Silvers in Marina Square. Yes, we walked all the way there! Hafizah upsized her meal before I went to the counter. Then I stupidly asked for whatever she had ordered and paid extra  $1.35. The meal was not satifying. Worse still I had never liked Long John(but Hafizah likes it sob sob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While searching for the place Hafizah's luckly hand had chosen, we spotted the bowling alley. And they happily pulled me in. At the counter Hafizah revealed her puppy eyes again, "Can we play one game? Please..it's onyl three bucks. Lijing...."&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken a photo of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9V_4XZ53I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rji3avV9liI/s1600-h/bowling+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9V_4XZ53I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rji3avV9liI/s320/bowling+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345585838662739826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Guess which feet belongs to me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have at least played several times but it's my &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; time playing. Yongbang managed to hit down 9 pins almost every try but Hafizah's bowl was always slanted, not to memtion mine =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting 8 pins at one go(my highest record) for an amateur, I suppose that is worth praising? Haha. If my hand dun slant when it swings I would have performed much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbang scored somewhere near 90 ponits. Hafizah scored 52 points. Mine was a mere 38 (sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination-arcade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't air hockey in that arcade so they played this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9bRPwRpRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/in0Tb8-xjs8/s1600-h/arcade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9bRPwRpRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/in0Tb8-xjs8/s320/arcade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345591634556986642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; He still left 3 "lifes" after she "died"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for 10 mins b4 his game ends. They then played this "push each other game". If I wasn't insistant enough, I would have baan pushed to play it. I never had so much fun watching people compete on their strength. Luckily I wasn't in the game though. If he uses the smae amount of strengh to push my handle, thousands of skin cells would be dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the trip is over then you are totally wrong!! That's only three fifth of what we had done ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to Singapore Flyer, there were two voices encircled me. One said, "Dun go, you are wasting time and $$" while the other cried,"NO, you have to go, it'll be so fun up there!"  Whenever he looked at me and shook his head, I feel so tempted to return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each lay out the conditions. &lt;br /&gt;Mine: If yongbang is not going to the flyer, I won't be going to the class bbq this friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yongbang: If he goes to the flyer, we have to play pool with him.&lt;br /&gt;Hafizah: Yong bang has to pay for the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deal&lt;/b&gt; set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the counter, we were asked if we are students. Hafizah's answer gave me a shock. Guess how she responded. " Yes, we are children" I faint, too embarrassed to look at the person's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9gqk2JNMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eTrpM76VosQ/s1600-h/flyer+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9gqk2JNMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eTrpM76VosQ/s320/flyer+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345597567273612482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9grIrrliI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-ytJkXs28MA/s1600-h/flyer+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9grIrrliI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-ytJkXs28MA/s320/flyer+8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345597576893404706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9gq9NkkYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gpcZqCI9qA8/s1600-h/flyer+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9gq9NkkYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gpcZqCI9qA8/s320/flyer+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345597573814325634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm curious why we &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; bent down. silly of me, isn't it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Popeyes seduced Hafizah soul and she hurried there immediately after we alighted the capsule. Since previously at the counter, she asks why I remembered yongbang's hp no. and not hers, I had to spend 10 secs remembering her no. as well. Actually I didn't 'memorise' his no. on purpose. It's all because he always dun reply our msg so I have to call him to settle the pw stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the pool that makes me feel so retarded and useless. I always miss the target or hit the wrong one or worse still, didn't hit any balls at all unless yongbang lends his helping hand. But there was one shot I rmb specifically. The targeted ball was hit and travelled all the way one metre to the hole. Wow! I never know I could aim that well or hit that far. Never did I expect the white ball would  bounce back and land in the hole on the other side of the table! And Hafizah cheered coz she got a free ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games ends at 6.35pm. I was exhausted but they seemed so energetic, one hopping her way out and the other looked as if the game haven't started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, yong bang paid for the game and I have to join the class bbq at east coast. I wished I'm the one paying then I dun have to go bbq, but Hafizah will scream at me. Haiz, gonna find someone to take me there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-7614812343874387019?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/7614812343874387019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=7614812343874387019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7614812343874387019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7614812343874387019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/06/pw-outing-outing-filled-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/Si9I24CJL1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/8P68ztF8kW8/s72-c/CIMG1836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2231744544279076495</id><published>2009-06-07T10:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:30:54.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear pepper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 2 weeks have passed since I last gave a proper post. As usual, I have more than a thousands things to say but am always hindered by where I should start. Before the pre-u seminar, during pre-u seminar and after the closing ceremony has left such a deep a deep impression that even my dreams 'played' the process over and over again(exaggeration). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My role as an usher-smile, greet, lead the way hallmark a significant step forward in my stamina after 2 hours of standing in the carpark (facing the sun with great generosity) to welcome the distinguished guests, followed by 2 hours of standing under the yellow ceiling which mark the entrance of science faculty to lead those participants to their respective LTs. If they had followed the schedule strictly, I suppose my legs would have suffered 30 mins less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the 'memorable' closing ceremony where the ushers in the multi-purpose hall had out a walkway  for our dear guest of honour. Hmmm..why memorable?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine while u are standing like statue with hands at the back(of course the head can turn)and trying hard to keep the warm welcoming smile, those people knuckle, elbow and even push you aside from the position you are told to safeguard. You can't blame them , coz they are too engaged in taking photos to realise the inconvenience they have caused. Then I had to keep stretching out my hand and smiled "please keep clear of the walkway. Thank you!" when the rage within me was almost uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of ceremony marked the start of tea reception, the only thing I thought I would enjoy. Surprisingly, the food did not satisfy me. There was no rice. The chicken wings were almost tasteless, wanton with no meat, over-fried roti prata, bland drinks, heavy plates and cups, no tables for us (only guests have). Overall comment: The food was unsatisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I spotted my pw leader. He stood there, eating and chatting with his friends. I wanted to scare him. But while tiptoped my way there he suddenly turned and looked into my direction. Oh oh, he spotted me. Then I quickly turned around and went to my friends. Though it's obvious that my behavivour was suspicious, I doubt he knew my intention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly appeared in front of me when I filled up my cup of drink. "Hi" he said. Stupidly I turned and laughed. That was really weird and dump of me, isn't it. Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scene5:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past one week was a slacking week. I found no motivation to move on at all. I can't study, can't even take up a pen to write something. I'm sick and tired of watching drama and animes, sick of doing editing the whole chunk for pw, sick of searching for more info, sick of looking at the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should constantly recall how my ex-boss's daughters study. 7 days a week in their dad's centre. Tuition for every subject and of course grade A for all. How nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2231744544279076495?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2231744544279076495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2231744544279076495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2231744544279076495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2231744544279076495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-pepper-more-than-2-weeks-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-7582676648249931168</id><published>2009-05-24T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:15:10.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No post for today or maybe the coming weekdays. I'm stuck with four econs essay now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-7582676648249931168?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/7582676648249931168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=7582676648249931168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7582676648249931168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7582676648249931168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-post-for-today-or-maybe-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-89348803290238353</id><published>2009-05-20T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:16:52.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obivious that my group is not functioning but I just refuse admit it. I know everyone is trying hard but can't we try harder to make the project a successful one? The tests and essays indeed suffocate us the maximum until there is barely any air available. The air though thin, can still sustain us into intensive research admist of all these tests! Why aren't they doing anything? Worse still my dear leader seems almost given up, other members aren't motivated to excel in it as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to pace them? The brains are not fully utilised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-89348803290238353?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/89348803290238353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=89348803290238353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/89348803290238353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/89348803290238353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-obivious-that-my-group-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-3432963786840529730</id><published>2009-05-13T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:16:27.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe guy better shut his mouth 2mr or I feel like tearing it apart anytime. Why can't he just bother about himself since his results are deteriorating at increasing rate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun find any fun in teasing other people over ridiculous rumours spread without any concrete prove. In fact, such incident has never existed in this dimension!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he just keep to himself and mumbles to his clique, I will have no objection. But that is not the case! His voice can be heard across two diagonal corners of the class and the irritationg tone of his never cease to piss me off. Is he out to act as a rumour transmitter or broadcaster when there isn't a need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please tell me that I shouldn't be bothered about him for he doesn't worth my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3432963786840529730?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3432963786840529730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3432963786840529730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3432963786840529730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3432963786840529730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy-better-shut-his-mouth-2mr-or-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5607208527330936852</id><published>2009-05-12T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:17:51.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to friends who constanly read my blog but I really can't post anything for the time being. I'm very sorry for neglecting this blog and also spending the time watching korean drama instead of blogging. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5607208527330936852?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5607208527330936852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5607208527330936852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5607208527330936852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5607208527330936852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-apologies-to-friends-who-constanly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8260134054514649822</id><published>2009-04-25T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:16:43.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone has to be tell me if there is anything wrong with my character or behaviour. There seems to exist a barrier between me and my class, 0923A. I can't identify whether the barrier is built by me but definity something is blocking the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem so friendly but somehow I face difficulty reaching out to them. Maybe the problem lies with me. I can't stop pondering why we always score similar grades when they dun work as hard as me. Perhaps their brain works best in a carefree lifestyle but that is just not fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may sure the common goal but mentality wise is too much of a difference. They(not all) are too carefree and staying with them doesn't motivate me to even a single min. But if I shun away from them to utilise each min efficently, I'll behave like Erica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a lighthouse, a figure to lead me. I need a motivator, a never-get-bored listener, and a never-be-tired punchbag. Square used to be them. He used to play these roles before, I let him go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be my own lighthouse and to listener to my soul. Square has left the usual route to achieve his goal. I must buck up too. So that some day when we meet again, we'll be on the same footing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before realising that goal, I have to beat those scholars from other classes. So I gonna mug again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8260134054514649822?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8260134054514649822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8260134054514649822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8260134054514649822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8260134054514649822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/04/barrier.html' title='barrier'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8128060826735140008</id><published>2009-04-24T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:07:51.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something occurs today which reminds me of Kelvin Kam's incident. The ongoing incident that broke our friendship. If anyone rmbs, rumour was the cause or to be more specific, it should be Kelvin Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really clueless of where the rumour originated from but I m sure it has something to do with the P(my classmate's name). Ever since he started associating with another guy in my class, the girls came up to ask if I'm interested in him. That's completely ridiculous. How can I fall for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying he is someone bad, in fact I wanted so much to be his friend. Since he possess some commendable characteristics, is considerably hardworking and has scored above average grades for several tests, there is so harm befriending him especially when we belong to the same PW group. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Besides, almost everyday girls(except me) in my class admires his ability. I merely had a few conversations with him over the last 3 months. I dun talk to him as often as other girls do. I dun sit near him except for PW lessons and some math lessons(coz I was lazy to move since math is straight after PW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they claimed that the guy admitted his interest in me, I almost laughed my lungs out. Not becoz I was over excited or what, u know when someone tells me sth which is far from reality, the only response I'll give is a 5 mins laugh, sth of my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I'm very bad at handling such matter especially when the guy was walking towards us, I have no idea if I should stay in the group or walk away. But in end my instinct led me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...to me it's nothing more than a knife that eventually sever our friendship. Hope I over exaggerated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN be distracted from studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8128060826735140008?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8128060826735140008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8128060826735140008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8128060826735140008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8128060826735140008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-occurs-today-which-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2194965057593206162</id><published>2009-04-18T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:15:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>design</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concept approved. Proposal declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel consoled when the concept I worked for 2 hours is complimented but the proposal I spent 3 days constructing is rejected. Rejected with no apparent reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I didn't miss the deadline, neither did I submit to the wrong teacher. Other classes or at least one I know of didn't even start writing a proposal, and is chosen for the trip.  It's as if I am sentenced without a reason or an explanation. Even  criminal is jailed for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's undoubtful to feel elated when my concept is appreciated and praised as a potential art piece. xD But what follows that is nearly out of my ability and control. Imagine I have to design a painting using photoshop when I only attended 3 lessons on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside the (supposingly) magnificent background which I have no idea how to creat, to give a detailed explanation on my concept is already a headache for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the routine repeats itself week after week. I'm gonna submit a painting, my final PI, GP and econs essays..etc on the week again. But I'm not going to produce another proposal unless the tutor gives me a reasonable explanation why my proposal is rejected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't face rejection. I hate to be rejected! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2194965057593206162?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2194965057593206162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2194965057593206162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2194965057593206162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2194965057593206162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/04/design.html' title='design'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5289385422944584363</id><published>2009-04-07T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:45:32.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest decision I have done is to follow their will and redo my proposal. I should have stand up for my ideas. That backstabber stuff her mouth with lies. Our civics tutor had never encouraged us to do cop overseasr or agreed to accompany us there. Similarly, no all classmates are ready to commit in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on Earth is happening? Someone just lectured me for not using my head. If I had used it how could those people climb over it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see who suffers from their intelligent idea in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5289385422944584363?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5289385422944584363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5289385422944584363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5289385422944584363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5289385422944584363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupidest-decision-i-have-done-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-4885566559563839873</id><published>2009-04-06T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:55:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day of surprise attacks which caught me totally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had spent 3 days planning the COP(community outreach programme) to kindergarten after almost half the class objected go Batam(COP proposed by school). In the end, someone or more than one have been _________ the class to reconsider the idea again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just this morning they told that the whole class has agreed to go except for me and the other girl. How ironic, those who persistedly objected the idea 3 days ago can tell me confidently, "Ya, I confirm want to go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, do they expect me to rethink, replan and rewrite my proposal overnight? Then what have I been doing for the past 3 days to put my PI and other assignments at stack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lost in finding the "correct" angle to look into this matter rationally. Maybe maybe they have possess no ___intentions but to me it just look almost identical to a backstab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-4885566559563839873?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/4885566559563839873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=4885566559563839873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4885566559563839873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4885566559563839873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day-of-surprise-attacks-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2278187282800909662</id><published>2009-03-22T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:53:47.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Think Harder. Does it help?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due 2mr: maths tutorial 3, GP article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due on tue: phy holiday assignment, kinematics tutorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due on wed: econs tutorial 4 to unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due on thu: chem tutorial 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths tutor said approximately 10 mins should be allocated to each qn but I always take &gt;3(10) mins for almost every qn in the tutorial. Is is bcoz my brain has yet to be activated or I dun have a flare in doing those qns? Staring at the qn simply makes no help but who can tell me how to make sense of those ambiguous patterns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, did i not think hard enough? Maybe I should just widen my thinking scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2278187282800909662?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2278187282800909662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2278187282800909662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2278187282800909662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2278187282800909662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/03/310-mins-for-almost-every-qn-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2860520406024925763</id><published>2009-03-20T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:19:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I Mind&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I board the train I mull over what people think of me. Usually they would glance at my uniform. If they can't guess which sch I'm from, they would glance another time. If they still can't then maybe they would give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds pretty pessimistic. I have no idea what exactly I mind about. Even to Gran, whom I used to blur out everything to, I dun wish him to know. In fact, I didn't want anyone to know. My youngest bro sometimes would wonder why I refuse to reveal my school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I swear that I'll never step into Seoul Garden again. Reason being I suffered from severe indigestion and diarrhea on wed. Rested on the bed for 6 hours b4 the pain subsided, then another 7 hours of disrupted sleep before waking up at 5.30am to rush on tutorial. Gosh, I was really racing with time ytd. Left with only 1 hour to complete 13 pages of econs tutorial, I scribbled through almost every page on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my fingers are as nimble as my bro's. The speed they move is a thousand miles away from my reach. I played the song "天黑黑" using his CO instrument but no matter how i tried, the chorus just sound weird. The speed of the chorus is too fast being my excuse and the strings are too sharp the explanation. Well, I'm just slow. And I can't afford to practise day and night since I'm not from CO. One thing to congratulate, I finally can play "童话" as one complete piece without memorising the notes. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya, I need to update some info. I have changed my preference from apple papaya honey dew to strawberry^3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Gran OOI didn't rmb my birthday for many^infinity years. Heng, I shall sever our ties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2860520406024925763?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2860520406024925763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2860520406024925763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2860520406024925763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2860520406024925763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-mind.html' title='i mind'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2915564113285284659</id><published>2009-03-16T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:13:34.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much of a surprise  to receive bd presents when I was lied by Jiayi. She was saying Kim and Bel didn't know about my birthday and it made my upset for 2 days :( The birthday party, I would say, came just at the right time when I was overwhelmed by agony. It really played a major role to retrieve my lost soul. Since Jiayi posted on that I shall not elaborate on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi bought the shoes we tried on sat. I miss that shoes, but i can't buy it. Nvm, after summer test i will but a much better one as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square, as promised, sent a bd msg today. Though it was late by four years, I appreciate his 'thoughts'. And that shall put an end to my unrequited love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't blog ytd cox my brother was using this laptop to read manga and other stuff. That's how I discover his blog as he forgot to sign out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha, he has been forbiding me to read his blog so as not to display his poor writings. But that's not true, To me it is very incredible for a 13 yr boy to write a "400-word exposition on gender equality in your country". I fell in love with my brother again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I can't let my brother to catch up on me. I gonna word triple hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chem holiday assignment&lt;br /&gt;-review econs lecture&lt;br /&gt;-econs case study&lt;br /&gt;-maths tutorial 2 &lt;br /&gt;-GP article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jiayi, I can't use the card reader(I know I'm stupid), so u have to get the pics from bel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2899634852458195857-2915564113285284659?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2915564113285284659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2915564113285284659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2915564113285284659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2915564113285284659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5349494961040833517</id><published>2009-03-01T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:50:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you I miss you I miss you everyday.."(lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my blog. I miss the screen, the keyboard, the music and everything in my com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be brief,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pass the interview, that's pretty disappointing. It is disappointing since no one tells me what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my econs test, as expected. Went for consultation at 7 am the next morning with many other failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised the disadvantage of learning maths, which is the limit of my intelligence, I spent more than 4 hours(including watching tv dramas) ytd to derive to an expression and another 2 hours today for another expression. Guess that is how far my stupidity can bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing through the "A" grade PW report, I almost hung myself above the libraria bookself. If I have to write a report with similar thinking level, maybe my brain cells would burst due to inundated info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did almost everything for a housewife's chores. Sweeping, mopping, cleaning utensils, ironing, except for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ___________ maid was detected with problems with her partially rotten intestine and was sent for operation on friday. Now, resting at home coz she was told to rest for at least 1 week. She is in pain, refraining her from all the chores. Nvm, I dun bully the sick. Wait till she gets well, I shall think what I can do... If the illness is caused by her food consumption, hmmm... the story never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the chores will last for about 10 days since my mum is travelling to China next Tue. Poor hands have to do the laundry and ironing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's implement a rule. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone causes uncessary noise shall be thrown outside the house, no second chance given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or cut allowance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or no subsidy for dinner(take aways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what, I shall lock my sis inside my room with me then she can't make any noise. Her bro can't too since it need 2 hands to clap. Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules decided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I exceeded 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5349494961040833517?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5349494961040833517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5349494961040833517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5349494961040833517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5349494961040833517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-707150311434866693</id><published>2009-02-18T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:28:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to blog after x days. There are so much things to write about my 'pleasurable' days in ________ but with the constraint of time, I shall just touch on one thing that occurred after school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.25pm, I walked to the classroom where the interview was held. Two interviewers were chatting there. I immediately turned around and tried to escape before they 'caught' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Lijing right? (wonder how they know my name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: You want to start first since you are the ealiest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Huh? So fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Or you want to settle yourself 1st in the holding room ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ok, so I'll come back later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Yup, asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......In the holding room, I saw a classmate doing maths. Let's call him YB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: YB, you want to be interviewed first? The teachers are there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YB: So fast? It's not even 3.35pm yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: But they say the interview can start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YB quietly packed his bag and asked why I was not going first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ: I told them I need to settle myself so why dun u go 1st?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a reluctant response while leading him to the room but amazingly he really went in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahah...I know I'm evil but he is my only help. Anyway, I was after him. The interviewers should have guessed why they saw YB instead of me earlier on. Nvm, that's not related to the topic. And YB didn't mind at all! Dun ask me what the interview is. I won't answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: always befriend the gentlemens :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-707150311434866693?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/707150311434866693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=707150311434866693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/707150311434866693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/707150311434866693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-get-to-blog-after-x-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-463871982401881016</id><published>2009-02-09T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:52:48.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class allocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whose influence makes me love maths and chem so much that they seem to have been part of me and when I studied them again this morning, it was like reviving a long lost feeling. The first lesson weren't that tough since it reviews sec sch topic but that almost imposed a problem for me to absorb the knowledge or rather process it. Yea, I'm quite slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a terrible idea to split our OGs into different classes even for those with the exact subject combination. All my friends are splited up and it just looks weird without knowing anyone from the class. Many times I tried to stretch out my hand to new classmates especialy boys but never succeed in doing so, at least for today. Haiz, I bahave as though I am in a girls' school since I dun talk to boys, even during the orientation unless the games requires it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I spotted my civics tutor on the list I can forsee a problem at the end of this year. It is not that I practise racial discrimination but a malay civics tutor can't possibly communicate with my mum if there is a parent meeting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to slow processing and absorbing ability, I may not have time to blog at least every other day so do NOT push me if you don't see a new post after 3 days or more. Jiayi may choose to spam my tagboard. Please do so if you prefer me to spend more time 'replying' you than posting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-463871982401881016?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/463871982401881016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=463871982401881016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/463871982401881016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/463871982401881016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-allocation.html' title='class allocation'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2650303538319507207</id><published>2009-02-06T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:42:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejected again</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, I'm rejected again. Guess I have to stay in Innova for 2 years, visiting the mrt every morning to anticipate the sun rise. That's why plants do isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Btw, my new 'friends' began calling me floral 'names' since after they knew I was from Mayflower. This morning Fiona asked me why I reach school so early. My reply was," to welcome to sun rise". Lame right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As anticipated, a school with nearly half of non-chinese won't gather enough student to take up General Studies in Chinese. And since there isn't any combination like H2 maths, chem, CLL(chinese and literature) and H1 econs, I'm forced to forsake chinese. But that's perfectly alright, I can always learn chinese independently through newspaper articles. If there isn't anyone who learns CLL in my class, I can purchase those poems and literature text. If no teachers bother to explain the  metaphors to one who dun take the subject, I can find those meaning online or buy those references in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I possess the surviving skills of Erica's, there is no way I can't stand out among these people. When told there are pple whose english standard is lower than mine, I didn't know they exist until they reveal their grades. I also forgot there are pple who didn't do Amaths b4 so they looked blur in front of binomial equations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jiayi knows that I'm actually not that talkative. I seldom speak during meals and other times like queueing, walking, during class unless there is sth to laugh about. I have listening to silence. But now, I feel forced to talk because my new friends are quite talkative. So I gotta think of sth to say during break, after lectures, while queueing for notes, walking to lecture halls or I'll be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing bad about talking to them is I starting to speak more and more Singlish which is very very undesirable. I hate myself to speak in that way but am always influnced unknowingly. HaiZ, can't I live a quiet and peaceful life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to those supposingly 'god' schools, that is no way to express my hatred for them. Though the outcome is predictable and maybe resonable, I can't help to hate them. So for revenge, I am working double hard and triple harder in future in the most intelligent and effective way I can develop to outstand those students in there. Wait and see, I'll snatch away their placings in Uni.(No offense to friends in these JCs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2650303538319507207?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2650303538319507207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2650303538319507207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2650303538319507207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2650303538319507207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/02/rejected-again.html' title='rejected again'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1573379244390440647</id><published>2009-02-03T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:50:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, now the whole world knows I got rejected by nyjc. What should I say? I got freaked out by my own results. Even during appealing as I fill in my grades, I feel ashamed. If I were the person looking at it, most probably I'll never accept the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the market this evening I met my neighbour smoking at void deck. Tried to run away but was stopped by him. Obviously, he asked where was I posted to. I smiled then laughed. He thought I'm 7 pointer. Wow! If it is true I can hug him 100 times and kiss him 50 times. Not like what I expected, I was shocked and touched by his encouragement.  @.@ Love him million years &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rejected. In fact I am rejected. And I may be rejected. Haiz the worst is, I can't die! So painful to be dead. More painful to be alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I accept it&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realise that only when I am extremely depressed then I can write touching stories in chinese. Just look at my diay entry yesterday, I can never produce one with equal weightage now. How saddening, it has 2 drops of tears' mark on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I'm lost. Do I deserve the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1573379244390440647?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1573379244390440647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1573379244390440647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1573379244390440647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1573379244390440647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-4643852099472360228</id><published>2009-01-31T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:50:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't so dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't try my luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way I would land in this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to be upset too. It's all due to my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I settle in the jc I was posted to, 1 hour of travelling, squeezing in buses and mrt will be my daily routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz this is worse than getting the O level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sux. They just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-4643852099472360228?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/4643852099472360228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=4643852099472360228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4643852099472360228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4643852099472360228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-wasnt-so-dumb-if-i-didnt-try-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-9043045029081994681</id><published>2009-01-25T20:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:53:23.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can never be happy if six of us stay under the same roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I possess any grudge bcoz my room has to be shared but the ones 'above' me seriously, completely, utterly, thoroughly, absolutely can't get along with the ones 'below' me. Imagine I gonna live another 2 weeks being sandwiched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我为未来的两星期献上由衷的感叹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dun wish me happy chinese new year coz it's impossible to be happy with quarrels and fightings going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-9043045029081994681?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/9043045029081994681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=9043045029081994681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/9043045029081994681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/9043045029081994681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese new year'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6247852249005392747</id><published>2009-01-22T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:42:39.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shocked me when rx is on my side to rebute tommy. I believe each and everyone of us is born with certain responsibility that varifies in range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy has exactly the same mentality as my panda brother who refuses to care abt his siblings. Not saying reluctant to teach ur brother(of a lower intelligence) is an act of irresponsibility but if he gets into trouble, at least talk to him or give him some encouragement instead of quarreling whenever their eyes meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon die of heart attack if mum dun return by today. He is getting out of hand. My sis once said he is exactly a replica of my elder bro but i think he is worse than that. Guess what his tutor said ytd. She was sighing," Lijing, how can you not care abt ur bro? He has been absent for 2 lessons!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mum were to say those words to me, trust that i'll throw all his belongings out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy's comment intrigued me. I wonder how he has been living without any younger siblings. He must be a blessed child then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, my family consists of people with wide ranges of characters and (bad)habits. And i have five siblings who dun live together since young. Luckily or unluckily, I'm stuck in the middle who bears hopefully not the most troubles. How should I explain? Before things got smoother, my elder bro didn't talk to my younger brothers coz they didn't live together b4. My panda brother didn't play with my younger sis (not even for now)coz she is too irritating in his eyes. The other played too much with her until he wants to be treated like a 4 yr old kid when he is alr 10. Then the eldest sis gave them overwhelming love until they shield from her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to mention 1 thing to show our similarity, that is stubborness. We all process it. That's explains why we should stay together for long since no one gives in during a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy was saying leave them undone for several days and maybe things may get better. Impossible, and ridiculous if I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I described his friends as '猪朋狗友' coz they bring out the worst of my bro. I know he wasn't perfect in the first place but at least he didn't run away from tuition or even turn my words to deaf ears. To be honest, I hate to act like a mum. Other sis dun act like that. Just look at Jiayi or Vns, they dun have the problems I face all the while. Or if their mum were my mum then i wouldn't have to be bothered by these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One skill I failed to impose on my brothers-to cook on the stove. Only last year then the panda learnt to fry an egg and sausage and nothing alse. When he was 12, I left him a pot of unboiled water(on the stove), a packet of instant noodle and 4instructions-when water boils, open the lid, put in the noodles, close the lid, call me after u're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many steps he accomplished. Ans: 1. I dun lie. He opened to lid, stared at boiling water and called for help. Since that day I taught him how to cook instant noodles with microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can spendmonths teaching him how to shower, years reminding him to turn off lights after shower then I'll definitely able to make him iron his own shirt one day. Hopefully the day doesn't come after my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an hours time, the 3 plump and fair ladies will come to my rescue. Then I'll wash my hands off the defiant kid. Heng! Dun boys develop later?  How can he be so rebellious at the age of 10? Wonder whose genes did he inherit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have problem staying with the 3 females. Their appearance always make me look like a neighbour's child(that's why it takes a thousand tons of courage for me to shop with them). If one observe cautiously, I resembles my mum too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna lay out the bed sheet now(in case someone claims I dun welcome her then she may 没收 my new year gift but I doubt if there is any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6247852249005392747?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6247852249005392747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6247852249005392747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6247852249005392747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6247852249005392747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/responsibility.html' title='responsibility'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1561347674497118812</id><published>2009-01-20T23:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:27:38.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify this with Jiayi, no work doesn't mean I'm free, ok? You can't imagine how much things I have to do since my mum went back to China. Dun believe? I shall list them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st task:&lt;br /&gt;Guard the house coz the annoying neighbour always makes unprecedented and unnecessary visits. Try visualising a woman( a yr older than me) requesting to visit your house when no one else is at home and u are going out in a mins time. Then being alone, she cooks instant noodles on ur stove without any permission. Not feeling that little bit of guilty, she ignores u after being caught 'red-handed', reads her comic on the sofa and treats ur home like hers. This comes to the worse part. Yesterday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she brought her friend to my house for dinner!&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't believe my eyes initially. How can her skin be thicker than the elephant's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back-up plan: If she insist not to practise basic courtesy of a guest, I'll bar her from my house. Yes, I will. That isn't a difficult task since my mum is not here. Muahahahahahaha, I shall lock her outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd task:&lt;br /&gt;Persuade my (P4) brother to go tuition. I think I over-exerted my brain. The nerve cell are depleting faster than I was studying. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give me SUGGESTIONS!&lt;/span&gt; He alomost failed his English last year and now he refuses to buck up. What can I do? Can't possibly kneel down before him and cry my lungs out or throw away his bicycle so that he can't go cycling every afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not exaggeration. He cycles &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;afternoon with a bunch of '猪朋狗友', neglects his school work and stuff like that. There's no way to stop him, at least for now. That explains why I hate boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I think my 'panda' brother is going crazy over his maths hw and projects. The teacher must be progressing too much to give him hw on factorisation, equation forming, prime numbers..etc without teaching. Just like today, he is supposed to complete 'n' pages of maths workbk, a project on number codes and a 250 words situation writing. He promised to start doing at 3pm. And I was stupid to believe him. The 'Manga fighters' already occupied him at least 3 hours today and there is no way to finish his hw. True enough, he rushed out the maths equations with numerous mistakes, completed only half of the project( not sure abt the situation writing). Serve him right if the teacher were to reprimand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case u are wondering wad has it got to do with me. I sat beside him to ensure the answers are right.( sound quite noble:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th task: Forcing myself to read TIMES magazine. (I really hate it hate it hate it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th task: Training the most ever powerful pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th task: entertain the calls of my mum's friends. Argh! I respect her big-mouth. There is no way for me to catch up with her. Whoever's call I answered, they asked me how my job and 'O' level result. Hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th task: Find the newspaper article I wrote online(coz I threw it away and now I need it urgently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have soooooo much things to do and to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to it as long as they dun behave like as student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be several years younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, sth to be delightful about. Square received his bd present and admited that he like it alot, including the card I wrote him. Hahahha he said alot! not simply like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the card contains no mushy expressions or ulterior motive, only a 2 line blessing(in chinese) which spent me a day to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to buck up too. I shall once again try writing descriptive essay in chinese though it needs alot of courage for me to pick up a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1561347674497118812?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1561347674497118812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1561347674497118812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1561347674497118812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1561347674497118812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-clarify-this-with-jiayi-no-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-4903776150575853104</id><published>2009-01-13T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:07:36.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yohu! I'm still alive though the results were astonishing. Glad that I'm save and sound though I also drowned my eyes yesterday. So other than my eyes and a bruise on my thigh(which I can't hav no idea how i got it), no where else is hurt(PHYSICALLY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working continuously for 21 days, finally I got a 2 days' leave. Supposed to go work today but something cropped up so I thought might as well rest another day and have my favourite porridge as lunch. God! I had not tasted it for 21 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up ytd afternoon, I took several seconds to recall why my eyes were swollen. Ok, it wasn't a dream that I did score terribly bad for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I didn't fail anyone but myself, I didn't disappoint anyone but myself. Before considering how to face my family, I was thinking how to face me. The maid must be glad that I didn't break the mirror ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile Smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a way to go local Uni. The flame in me is still burning!&lt;br /&gt;No worries :)&lt;br /&gt;The mystery awaits for me.&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-4903776150575853104?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/4903776150575853104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=4903776150575853104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4903776150575853104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4903776150575853104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-alive.html' title='still alive'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5542389839950186731</id><published>2009-01-08T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:18:21.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm getting 'O' level result in less than 4 days time. And a big  'thanks' to my boss who reminded me of that. If he hasn't do so, I would have spent at least 1 more day in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say if I get more than 10 or 11 points, how should I kill myself? Jump down the building, cut my wrist, drown myself, or by hanging? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bad. Can't find a way to die without pain, that's why I'm still alive now. So lacking of courage can save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I quit the job b4 monday? If I really get 11 points and above, how am I going to face him and worse the woman next room. She'll blow her top again. Then my boss .. haiz how will he react? He's just like my previous tutor with the mentality that A1 is so common and there is no reason why one can't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If exam results are equivilent to intelligence, then I'll be the most stupid person in the whole enrichment centre, including all the permanent and part time staff and my boss and his daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very discouraging you see. It's like wherever I go, I'm always the lowest in terms of school or rresults. Luckily not the worst in performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise today's work, it's boring but peaceful. Yesterday's is thrilling but messy. There were so many calls and enquires from parents until I'm required to help out at the counter. Then another receptionist was too busy keeping calls to write receipts for the parents so she throw the receipt book to me. Wow, I stunned, how am I supposed to issue a receipt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate mothers. Hopefully I won't be one of those who scream over the phone without introducing themselves or ask 5 questions simultanenously and expect me to memories them all. Hello? Isn't it her problem when she didn't enquire the teacher her son wants? What's the point of screaming at me her son has to many commitment to squeeze out a timing for another day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArghZ!!! If I were my boss, not sacking that woman would be a sin. Neglecting the importance of remark is irresponsible enough and now she went back to her old habit of using her own system. What is she trying to do? The centre is not hers. Why keep the updates in her own file? Of course it's fine if she updates every file and not hers only. She just don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it may not be her mistake. Maybe the parents are too demanding or unreasonable. But who love to apologise on behalf of their colleague of the same mistake repeatedly. Sick and tired of saying ,"My apologies, very sorry for the mistake, I'll put a note  ther for you, dun worry..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be firm. If another parent calls 2mr and make unreasonable demand or apology or request or whatever, I'll NOT lay my head down, unless it is really my fault. In that case, it'll never happen coz Lijing has been etremely careful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch tv now. Talk to u another day.(refering to my blog)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5542389839950186731?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5542389839950186731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5542389839950186731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5542389839950186731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5542389839950186731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-that-im-getting-o-level.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8543846094218403482</id><published>2009-01-03T23:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:51:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my purpose of signing in is to see him(or his name on msn), even if I diligently does that everyday, he would never appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I sign in only to check e-mails or coz of other stuff, he will always be there. And he would talk to me if I initiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see his name&lt;br /&gt;there. I clicked. I typed. He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of efffort gone down to drain. I talk to him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still him. Still so kind, upright and ... and maybe smart. Always knows what's on my mind. Whose smile never fails to melt my heart. Ew, did I just say that?(quoted from HSM2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijing: guess how many times would u thank me in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square: Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square: once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijing: why once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square: coz my birthday onli once a yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijing: 知道自己吝啬了吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijing: maybe this year will be more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square: nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found my first goal in 2009 and that is to make him ,by hook or by crook, thank me more than just once!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now was one. So only left one more. Muahahaha ! My beloved Pepper will seep into his dream and turn it into a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how my collegue/s did to make those documents so disorganised and confusing. Remarks was not understandable then cause so many troubles for us. How am I suppose to explain to the weekend receptionist when I didn't update those files. Hello? I am a typist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah! Now I gonna report to work 9 hours later to clear up the mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad, my back feels for me. Now it aches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I thought I was careful enough in the end there is still so many mistakes in the compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction, setting, adding pictures...will be my task next week but not 2mr. The worse is I haven complete the general ability paper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I sms all the parents 2mr, there won't be enough work for me to do unless my boss's wife get more files to photocopy. In that case I'll stand for at least 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't I stupid to go? Who cares if the parents forget the dates. The worst would be the incessant rings from the phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry. That can't be Lijing's mentality. She is just too professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nites&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8543846094218403482?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8543846094218403482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8543846094218403482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8543846094218403482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8543846094218403482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8763452306893377099</id><published>2008-12-28T21:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:30:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Working Spree&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I appreciated this christmas would be the resting time it gave me or else I would have work for 7 days. Yes, I worked for &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; days this week. I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri was &lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;8 hours&lt;/span&gt; of typing&lt;br /&gt;Sat was &lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;7 hours&lt;/span&gt; of printing&lt;br /&gt;Sun was &lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;7 hours&lt;/span&gt; for smsing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of another week, either my nails will break, hands become numbed or my legs paralysed. Worse of all, my ear drums may stop vibrating. No wonder pple say authors can't keep their nails long. Sob, my poor nail almost turned into fragments if I didn't apply the nail treatment sample in The Body Shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why the ears will suffer? I know what JY is thinking but she is completely wrong! I did hear my employer's 'teaching' for at least 4 days, but they are for &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;another assistant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if she refuses to follow the system, creats problems for other assistants or call the wrong person, print unnecessary papers, write wrong infomation as long as we are on different lines. But when her mistakes affects mine, even I'm extremely flared up, I can't scold her or do anything to vent my frustrations. Unlike my boss or his wife, who had been lecturing her again and again until I can summarise all her mistakes, the best I can do s to search through the stacks of files to re confirm the students' particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, that was not my job. &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;I am a typist&lt;/span&gt;, not a photocopier or printing machine. Then helped in printing coz the boss said it's more urgent. Fine I do. Today, another girl took leave, so I had to sms all the parents to inform them the starting date and time of their child or children's course on her behalf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a difficult job if those parents pay the fees on time or if that 'lady' can remember if they are our existing students (payment is diffenent bet existing and new students). But since I can't depend on her memory, I have to look for the info myself, then check the course fee, and if their balance amount include deposit and registration fee, then tell them when and how to payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, when I almost complete the task, one parent replied saying that her child is supposed to attend the Maths Olympiad class, not the GEP class. I stunned.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I sent wrongly. The boss went out, his assistant left early. The other teacher had no idea about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! A deep trouble it seemed. But I didn't make a mistake. Her child's name is in the GEP list, not in the MO list. Either the parent signed up the wrong course of he changed his mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weLL, I just have to write a note there. Let my boss talk to her, it's none of my business anyway.(that's my boss's instruction after he returned to the centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoop! Goin to continue working next week which is &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;2mr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather stand for another 8 hours than letting my nails suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta finish what the other typist didn't. I hate her. I hate her. I seriously hate her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like retribution. Maybe it's my fault for not telling her the standard format set by the 'senior' typist, but why, why am I the one who correct it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8763452306893377099?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8763452306893377099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8763452306893377099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8763452306893377099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8763452306893377099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/12/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-3974060595708847827</id><published>2008-12-25T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:26:56.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if my boss will be present 2mr. Since he handed me the key, he may take a rest or come only in the afternoon. My stack of papers is almost done with some untyped answers. It would be good if my next task is photocopying notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both tasks, typing and photocopying, aren't that easy. At least to me, one hurts my eyes and the other, my hands and legs. As we know, not all students keep their files or notes neatly and orderly. Crumped edges and jamming were frequent when I didn't handle them properly. And now after several attempts, I felt as though I can communicate with the machine. Jamming, out of paper, done printing, I can differentiate their tone. Once, I let out a sudden scream when I heard a paper jammed, my colleague thought I was mad -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope there won't be anymore typo errors or the tutors will be mad at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;Square often says nightmares occur without fail if he saw me in his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt if he'll ever dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;If he does, then i dun mind him having nightmares every other night! &lt;br /&gt;Hahs, resisting the temptation of greed isn't a skill I possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3974060595708847827?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3974060595708847827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3974060595708847827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3974060595708847827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3974060595708847827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonder-if-my-boss-will-be-present-2mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-9031073811433412697</id><published>2008-12-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:31:10.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks to all those who care about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi: Thanks for enduring my perhaps overbearing actions and lameness for the past years. You have been a wonderful and unreplaceable friend. I believe no one else can stand me as long as u do. Thx for laughing when my jokes aren't that funny. Thx for ur almost ineffective support when I had dispute with Erica. Thx for coming to the Nutcrackers so that I don't have to face them alone. Plus, you must wear the bracelet when we hang out next time, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vns: I'm really proud to be ur friend, not for ur first in standard results nor the lovely face u've got, but for ur admirable courage to speak ur mind. How u approached that matter thoroughly impressed me and due to that, I promised myself if I meet the second square, I'll not hold back. Most of my friends are good listeners. I think that was the reason they are my friends coz I have a disobedient mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Haiz, I dunno what to say. U always win me in conversation no matter how hard I tried to outtalk u. It's pleased enough to have pple as tall as u to see me. Hahas! Get serious, sometimes u gave me very constructie advice that keeps me to my route when my endless thoughts make my initial goals go awry. Somehow, u always give motivations and ideas when I'm lost in the mist of greed and guilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have gotten much better since my job requires me to focus or more typo errors and wasted papers would appear. Tmr's christmas eve shall be my final medicine. Bought many gifts this afternoon for those people whom I never want to smile to (If  u're not aware, I usually don't smile at all after I reach home). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square bought me a christmas gift. I bought him one too. Same kind, same price, same place, same time. Aha! Don't get it? We chose the gifts together 10 hours ago. He is still attractie as usual even with nondescript outfit. His supposingly new hairstyle undoubtly raised his charm. Acted as though he was trapped throughout the period but that was presumed since he hate shopping and I purposely visited almost all the shops there. Haiz, he must be extremely annoyed then but that might be the last chance b4 JC enrolment or even b4 he gets a gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anticipating the 6I (pri sch class) chalet, hopng of his presence so we'll meet again. But when he finally agreed to go I was unknowingly stunned and I abruptly dun feel like going at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly(to me), I replied to wenhui 2 days ago via e-mail. There's no response till now.  I supposed my words may be a little harsh though I tried my best to explain my boiling(exaggerrating) sensation indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it for today. Must go to rest now or I shall risk being sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-9031073811433412697?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/9031073811433412697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=9031073811433412697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/9031073811433412697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/9031073811433412697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/12/enlightenment.html' title='enlightenment'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6667492782339208031</id><published>2008-12-21T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:15:31.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this morning, I had so much to write about my work and encounter with the new staff from Emit Asia, about yesterday's Nutcracker, its ballet dancers, the plot, the chorography, their incredible toes and heart-warming smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to this morning, I can't review the events properly coz it was messy and heart breaking.. Yup I quarrelled with her again and felt surprised now when the cause of it s my most beloved sibling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something like this in my diary:&lt;br /&gt;Where was she when i got my PSLE results? Where was she when I reported to Mayflower? Where was she when I bought the uniforms of wrong size? &lt;br /&gt;Fine, I disappointed her. So I looked for secondary sch myself. I carried all the textbooks home on my own. I went to my neighbours when confused of the terms in the forms. I did them all by my own and I was proud. I believed at that time no one else can accomplished what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, when he get his results, she is here. Good, she brought him to the school, bought uniforms with him, carried the books for him. That was what a mum should do right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when she chats on the phone, when asked how's his son's result, she said, " Very good , he got into Hwa Chong!" When asked what school her daughter went. She answered, "Not good, coz her results are bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never thought MF is lousy till it came out from her mouth. At least the school regconised me. At least its pple proved my existence. At least one of those teachers might feel proud of me even if I didn't do anything great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I'm still proud of myself. If she dies tmr, I can still survive, but he'll die as well. What's the point of getting to the top sch when he can't even fill in a simple form, when he dun even know how to take a bus there, when he dun have a ez-link card and not knowing how to apple for one? he was just lucky to be in the right pri sch which trained him well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi, u were right. I'm a deprived child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6667492782339208031?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6667492782339208031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6667492782339208031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6667492782339208031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6667492782339208031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-this-morning-i-had-so-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-3705274883932018445</id><published>2008-12-06T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:14:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't title coz i can't think of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent everyday like normal days and that's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how's my work? Haha, i never wanted to talk about it. My employer opens an educational centre and he hired me to be his 'assitant'. It sounded cool before i started working. But the process isn't as cool. Basically, I have report to him every morning and he'll pass to me a file of notes or should I say worksheets. He always keeps them in a locked cupboard and only he has the key. So my job is to type anything that is written on the worksheets and make sure no one else sees it(so secretive).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first task was to type out an aptitude test o 36 pages, second one was also an aptitude test of 64 pages and the third one which is also the current one, was a general ability test of 84 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent six days on the first task(coz each pg has 2 columns), three days on the 2nd one and until now I haven complete the thrid one. Quite embarrassed to say it but the&lt;br /&gt;current one is really very troublesome with lots of diagrams and pictures which took me hours to draw and find. I thought I can go blind anytime by staring at those details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was the only one typing in a very squeezy room with several tables, 2 computers, a cupboard, many files and books. So when my employer used the com besides mine, i became wide awake as i often doze off in the afternoon(for a few seconds only lah!). Then once in a while the not bad looking teacher wld use that com or sit on that table to prepare the worksheet answers. He seemed very focused on his work, too focused to realise what i was doin. Wahaha..I glanced at him many times(dun laugh). It was moments of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first week another girl came, hired to typed as well. But I think she was asked not to come anymore( not sure if she's sacked). She typed much faster than me and i thought my job would be threatened. But that was not after my employer discovered her smoking habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third week(this week), another girl came in with her sis who does tele-marketing. Both sisters adapt their job very fast and the younger one who is of my age is good at those diagrams(though i think i'm still better). Somehow they dun seem to threaten me coz we get along well. As long as my 'kind' employer stop letting more people trying out what i'm doin, i should be able to keep the job till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid went back Indonesia for holidays then now i have to handle my own laundry and help out in the housework and shower my sis. I should start trainng her how to shower properly now since she is old enough. My panda brother learnt how to shower(plus washing his hair) at the age of four. Smart right. Dun i deserve some compliments? Haha, u won't want to know how i trained him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..It's shower time! my sis is urging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese &lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3705274883932018445?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3705274883932018445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3705274883932018445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3705274883932018445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3705274883932018445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-isnt-title-coz-i-cant-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-7658376204575811641</id><published>2008-11-30T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:02:52.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why am i writing this post?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, i m heeding Tommy's advice to start the post by answering this question because these is a &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;pressing need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe what I saw when I open my gmail today. &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;Wenhui, send me an e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of today's blog: Can anyone tell me who the hell told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)my gmail address&lt;br /&gt;2)I'm planning to anderson jc&lt;br /&gt;3)Erica didn't go prom nite coz she when to India&lt;br /&gt;4)She may even migrate there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd and 4th issue aren't important. I just want to know who told him my gmail add???????? The account which Jiayi most probably doesn't rmb of its existence, where on earth did wenhui get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be most thankful, grateful or even indebted to you. Please leave a tag if you know who is culprit. A thousand thx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, he decided to anderson jc now and if you read his e-mail, there are tonnes of questions squeezed in a paragraph without any question mark or fullstop. Did he expect a human to read it? He should have learnt his punctuation properly in primary 1. Forget it, he probably doesn't know the purpose of learning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, he called me on Friday afternoon while i was working. I wld not have picked up the call if I know it's his.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dumb. I should hav gave him the wrong number. Why would i be so 'honest'?&lt;br /&gt;Fine , i admit, i m dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say cheese at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-7658376204575811641?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/7658376204575811641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=7658376204575811641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7658376204575811641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7658376204575811641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2235702633733907467</id><published>2008-11-23T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:04:10.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spendthrift</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="141414"&gt;&lt;center&gt;To my rescue&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift..spendthrift..Yes, I'm a spendthrift. At least for yesterday, I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 5 hours in the bookfest at suntec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent half an hour looking at JJ Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 1 hour listening a speech by an author from china and got his autograph by buying his book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass by a music player and was attracted by the heart warming tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 45 bucks on it( Crystal Lake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a book written by John C. Maxwell and two recipe books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 150 bucks in total including 3 photo albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 20 mins to reach City Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never imagine how pple looked at me along the way in suntec,cityhall, mrt..&lt;br /&gt;It's rude. So what if I was carrying two big plastic bags that weigh heavier than half of me. No body actually came forward to help(I didn't expect that anyway) seeing my poor arms suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon stepping out of Bishan Mrt, a guy ( yes it's a perfectly normal guy) offered to lossen my burden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's was so funny, I almost couldn't react. But since we're going to the same bus stop, I have no reason to reject, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus, He introduced himself and stretched out his hands. I actually stunned for a sec before shaking his hand. Wow, i can still rmb how he did it." By the way, my name is Shawn". I used to hate the name and it happens to be his as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, we were heading the same way, alighting at the same bus stop and our houses are quite near to each others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, so many coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's taking a part time job at Starbucks, and me as a admin assistant at an education centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting for NS enlistment and University replies and I'm waiting for 'O' level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things explains his strange accent. He described himself as a Singaporean studying overseas. The countries he had been to was completely out of my expectation, not Britain, not America or Australia, neither was it France nor Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess it? He went to Saudi Arabia, Russia and Indonasian, due to his father's  job which I couldn't understand even after his 'detailed' explanation but I pretended to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he followed me all the way to my block and place the bag inside the lift and left. OMG, he almot sent it to my door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel being indebt to him but never mind, I dun think we're gonna meet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed by my tolerance. I didn't take in any food, not a single drop of water from 2pm to 10pm. Nice, I thought I am fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes on well and my mood 'restored'. I was happy, pure happy until she provoked me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never stop provoking me. Seriously, if  I die before 24 then she'll be at fault. Definitely her fault to cause my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2235702633733907467?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2235702633733907467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2235702633733907467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2235702633733907467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2235702633733907467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/spendthrift.html' title='spendthrift'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-770504737772328176</id><published>2008-11-21T05:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:37:06.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Time: 5:07am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again, finaly calm down a bit after reading Vns's blog, thx to the music there =) I can't afford to upload as many pics( coz it takes too long). So here is a video clip I took while celebrating Pk and Jess's birthday at Prom nite. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec008ab155f62489" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec008ab155f62489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334760%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D3A6C63A2A8A9D65DA4B4FF6BA30510B9380C0B.7924DC5E5A71642ED370590DAA8E669B3DEDBD08%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec008ab155f62489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB9nC__xtBGh_PBEjYueh1EVhU1s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dec008ab155f62489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334760%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D3A6C63A2A8A9D65DA4B4FF6BA30510B9380C0B.7924DC5E5A71642ED370590DAA8E669B3DEDBD08%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dec008ab155f62489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB9nC__xtBGh_PBEjYueh1EVhU1s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Shall I get back to sleep? But I need to wake up at 6 again to shower then go Mc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Waiting for video to upload...so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Getting cold now, shall jus lie on the bed and wake up maybe 1 hour later. Does she wake up so early? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Argh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Can I die? No, I can't. haven take O level results. Haven receive my pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Sob.. I can't die yet. That's so sad. I can't face him and I'm not goin to face her. I can't run away. I can't leave the house. I can't be financially independent. I can't be seen. I can't do anything. Life's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-770504737772328176?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ec008ab155f62489&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/770504737772328176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=770504737772328176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/770504737772328176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/770504737772328176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/video.html' title='video'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8442182421788639395</id><published>2008-11-21T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:43:55.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jia li's PSLE  results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 3:26 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really &lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;early in the morning&lt;/span&gt; but just couldn't get back to sleep. Have been trying to avoid my mum so I pretended to sleep at 7pm and I really &lt;b&gt;dozed off&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know, my 'panda' brother(named by Vns) received his PSLE results today. I was utterly disappointed. You know why? Coz he scored &lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;264 &lt;/span&gt;including higher mother tongue. That's 1 mark away from getting scholarship.(but that isn't the reason that upsets me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz I can hear my heart cracking. If he scored 254, I can kiss him and hug him(I bet he doesn't want) but 264...is too high...for my reach. Then he received a scolding from mum coz he wants to stay in Cat High. I was supposed to talk to him, and convince him to go Hwa Chong. He sounded as if I'm forcing him when actually the last person to wish him there would be me. If I ever say this to mum, another scolding is inevitable. Alr cannot count the number of times I got scolded bcoz of him and the other brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can no longer think further. I always can't think when I'm tearing. What should I do? He doesn't seem to be my little brother anymore. He's so much smarter. Though I realised that so much earlier but when PSLE once again proved t, the feeling is different. To me, the sky is falling. Well, he must be feeling totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tearing stop. I can think of three options now.&lt;br /&gt;1) Go Mc for breakfast at 6.30am so she can't find me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Go loiter around the park&lt;br /&gt;3) Stay in MRT till 9am then go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, only one is workable. Loitering in the park is impossible coz it's to cold in the morning. And I hate staying in the MRT. But having breakfast at Mc reminds me of Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can scream but I can't scream or if she wakes up, I have no where to hide. Wonder when can this hide-and-seek game end. I can't sleep at 7 pm daily and goes of at 6.30am. She'll suspect. See lah, score so high for wad? Never cease to create troubles for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has a daughter with T score of 230 compared to a son who scored 264. Isn't it obvious of the treatment we're going to get after today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, her logic is damn perfect. Girls are supposed to do all the laundry, understand all the government-sent letters, remake the lost ez links cards for them, tick, buy and carry back their school textbks..etc. How wonderful, they never get blamed when they can't read a letter from the school or government at P4 level. They never get forced to travel to any Parsir ris or Sembawang or any interchange to re make their lost ez link cards. They dun even need to wrap their books, or write a quiting CCA letter or even wipe the laptop coz the laptop stays 'forever clean' since they never need to clean it. Wow, so good to be a guy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sis encountered the same problem coz my elder brother used to creat countless problems for her when they didn't live with us. But now, he is staying with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume I can quit this game now. Since he has proven himself capable of doin all those I had done and even to a higher standard, there isn't a need for my help anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool..I can quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I expect..the world is never fair..I must be thankful to be able to study here right..that they didn't leave me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4.43am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8442182421788639395?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8442182421788639395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8442182421788639395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8442182421788639395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8442182421788639395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/jia-lis-psle-results.html' title='Jia li&apos;s PSLE  results'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-4739276458275871519</id><published>2008-11-18T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:14:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The most beautiful me ever &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269690294341995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SSGzZxaUCqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TNJVvrgfrsI/s320/CIMG1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Though I dun look like me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ok, I know it's damn short. But I'm reporting to work tmr, so can't sleep that late. Good nite. Hope u guys enjoyed urselves!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&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/2899634852458195857-4739276458275871519?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/4739276458275871519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=4739276458275871519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4739276458275871519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/4739276458275871519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-nite_18.html' title='prom nite'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SSGzZxaUCqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TNJVvrgfrsI/s72-c/CIMG1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-323413563238951156</id><published>2008-11-17T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:30:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Prom night &lt;i&gt;Wish list&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tommy dun laugh at my dress&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;make up won't be ugly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;hope no one crys&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;take a pic of kwangyong(coz only left him in my photo list)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yong qing dun wear high heels&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;delicious food&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;air con won't be freezing cold&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;see Ess and Fam&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;take photo of all present 4a&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;they dun feel awkward&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;won't fall or trip with my heels&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;talk nicely to Cj&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;dun be over excited(quite impossible since Jiayi is absent)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;forget him for jus 1 night&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think there's all&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Birthday to Pk&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-323413563238951156?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.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-2899634852458195857.post-2390303259615981492</id><published>2008-11-15T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:09:33.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contact lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Evil lens&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fit that transparent plastic into my eye would be the worst thing I've ever done to my eyes. I cried. Yes, it wasn't tearing. Both eyes were swollen red. Hate contact lens. Wish I have perfect eye sight-shall remain an unrealistic dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2390303259615981492?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2390303259615981492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2390303259615981492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2390303259615981492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2390303259615981492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/contact-lens.html' title='contact lens'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5226875574738545650</id><published>2008-11-15T10:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:09:20.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part time jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;After 'O'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after Bio paper, Vns, Jiayi, Erica and I went on shopping spree! with the goal to find a perfect flats for the girl who rejects high heels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate on that(coz i believe she included that in her blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after Vns left,Jiayi wanted to leave too. But how can she? I haven done mine. Haha Jiayi always oblige when no one supports her. So we stayed in the hub for another 2 or 3 hours..can't rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i failed to achieve was 'forcing' Erica to buy a dress. She seem to like it a lot but why didn't she buy? Coz of the design? maybe. Coz of the price? should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I bought a shirt and a sling bag. See, history repeats itself. I'm always the only one to spend money if my companion are Erica and Jiayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day ytd searching for jobs through the web and newspaper until Jess called me out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already took my dinner so I lied to my mum saying that that my friend was goin to treat me dinner. Haha, that's how I got out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess wanted to take her contact lens at Taka. By the time we reached there was already 8 plus. Seeing her putting on the lens really freak me out. She was tearing. If that can happen to one who wore contact lens b4 then I can't imagine how i'll react when i try it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess's generosity makes me a honest girl coz she really treats me dinner at Deli France!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268720785738883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SR5Bo8au4sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X28ecbMMuO8/s320/P234_14_11_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jess splitting chicken wings&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268720793284259522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SR5BpYhsLsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/O0E0JXoLXPs/s320/P230_14_11_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jess, u can't drink the soup with fork and knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268722480677315378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SR5DLmji4zI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rap1k88TTt8/s320/P228_14_11_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;shrimps and mussels with cheese in the 'pumpkin-like' bread and salad(for me)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand thanks to the birthday girl for such a sumptuous meal. Let me present u a token of appreciation. Enjoy the video clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ej1ylPIk44o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ej1ylPIk44o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;No offence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5226875574738545650?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5226875574738545650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5226875574738545650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5226875574738545650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5226875574738545650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-time-jobs.html' title='part time jobs'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SR5Bo8au4sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X28ecbMMuO8/s72-c/P234_14_11_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-5607529237185675933</id><published>2008-11-02T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:15:22.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SS paper is just one day away . Haiz..can't sit still to study the facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-5607529237185675933?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/5607529237185675933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=5607529237185675933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5607529237185675933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/5607529237185675933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/11/ss-paper-is-just-one-day-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-7735405155453950077</id><published>2008-10-28T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:06:45.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day before physics</title><content type='html'>I saw him today, not by coincidence. But there was a reason. Yup and I learnt sth new today-a new sport. Let me check up it's name 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fulfilled my wish after 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in peace now and shall return to revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Vns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-7735405155453950077?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/7735405155453950077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=7735405155453950077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7735405155453950077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7735405155453950077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-before-physics.html' title='day before physics'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1471469872934573876</id><published>2008-10-25T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:33:10.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of 1st week's exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#144110;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yiruma-Kiss the Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpQIH-M7YfY&amp;amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpQIH-M7YfY&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1471469872934573876?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1471469872934573876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1471469872934573876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1471469872934573876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1471469872934573876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-1st-weeks-exam.html' title='end of 1st week&apos;s exam'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6794141123248945469</id><published>2008-10-15T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:16:49.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days to 'O' level&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Notice: I really have to stop blogging coz time is running out! Feel extremely guilty whenever I blog instead of studying. I'll upload the pics taken on graduation day after 'O'. See u guys 4 days later. =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;All the best &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to u&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and myself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;square&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Go study the geog and ss blog&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6794141123248945469?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6794141123248945469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6794141123248945469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6794141123248945469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6794141123248945469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-days-to-o-level-notice-i-really-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-246871031016789896</id><published>2008-10-10T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:14:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days to 'O' level&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this tree in Bishan Park. It has been standing like this for more than 15 years I think. With very little leaves and being very thin, height is its only strength now. Before I entered MF, it was standing straight and firm. But now, left only a distorted spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor tree, how inferior you can feel to grow beside those big fat trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255399971654274994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SO7ubg8ND7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/OeGN_z2QwWU/s320/CIMG1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You resemble someone I know. He is tall and thin and no matter how much nutrients are absorbed into his body, he only grows vertically. I'm jeolous, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are you so tall?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May you be spared from the harsh wind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go go jiayou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lijing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-246871031016789896?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/246871031016789896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=246871031016789896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/246871031016789896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/246871031016789896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/9-days-to-o-level-dear-blog-take-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SO7ubg8ND7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/OeGN_z2QwWU/s72-c/CIMG1444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-9179398100642619599</id><published>2008-10-09T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:39:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days to 'O' level&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;I was in a total mess today, everything seemed to go out of track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;First, I left all my maths and physics on the desk and only realised it after I reached the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt; Then I scored 48/70 for chinese essay after spending almost 2h writing it. Well, it came quite a surprise if it's compared with the previous one which I spent double the time and gotton the same result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Jiayi went back home without me knowing. Searching for her in the 1st and 3rd floor tired me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Due to my inability to resist Jess's temptation, I took in extra 'protein' during lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;WJ went to lib while I was doing physics but I didn't dare to say hi to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Shortly after Shab left, 4J pple came into the library. I ignored Kelvin Lee's advice saying that Wenhun was reaching there. That was the biggest mistake I made today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;The lib became a little noise and so I left home. And I forgot to say bye to Mr lee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Mrs Ess has been absent for 2 days. Kind of miss her and her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Look like blogging is a mistake too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Please bless her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Go go jiayou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-9179398100642619599?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/9179398100642619599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=9179398100642619599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/9179398100642619599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/9179398100642619599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-days-to-o-level-dear-blog-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-8120846921057087332</id><published>2008-10-05T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:56:25.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days to 'O' level&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I learnt or relearnt today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How agri-businesses help to alleviate the problem of starvetion in LEDCs and worsen&lt;br /&gt;the problem at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How MNCs increase food production in LEDCs but still cause hunger to the local&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Factors affecting food production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why being greedy is bad for health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To describe the trend of food production and consumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People in DCs should really eat less to=&gt;you can save pple from dying and say no to&lt;br /&gt;obesity&lt;br /&gt;7. kill all the cows to reduce emission of methane gas(in my dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The essays in 报章报道 are not impressive, they are too short(in length).&lt;br /&gt;9. Tommy can be a _e__ or a s_____ if he wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't try to offend Vns or she can be quite __________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.I can quite evil too hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of him, I recalled what ___ ___ said in class about me not doing well because my bf doesn't love me anymore. Oh come on, I don't even have a bf in the 1st place and i'm NOT going have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bloody guy, see who gets to a better jc. Heng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless 4A&lt;br /&gt;God bless him(a little will do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO go jia you!!&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SPAN style="COLOR: #141414"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-8120846921057087332?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/8120846921057087332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=8120846921057087332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8120846921057087332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/8120846921057087332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/14-days.html' title='14 days'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1555995303505153748</id><published>2008-10-03T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:11:58.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days to 'O' level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1555995303505153748?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1555995303505153748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1555995303505153748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1555995303505153748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1555995303505153748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/10/16-days-to-o-level.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6402493031489720711</id><published>2008-09-10T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:44:10.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Shagged&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3.5 hours of continuous 'eye torturing' session, dinner was finally ready. Well, she prepared fried sliced pork, kangkong, stewed chicken and some other veges. I intended to take only 3 pieces of the fried pork, but there was so many left on the dish. So I took another piece, 2 more and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extra guilty, I decided to go for a walk. Bishan Park is near and convenient, but with too many insects and dogs. Playground is even nearer and quieter if no one is playing there which is impossible. AMK Hub is too crowded and it'll be too late to catch a movie. Haiz..can't think of where to go. J8 was my only choice then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another problem b4 stepping out of the house. I have to get permissionnnnnn. Argh! Wonder how Mum think when I told her. Maybe I'm going for a date? haha, that's out of the question anyway. She almost questioned me my purpose of going out after dinner(6 plus) until i said something. Yup, sth that made her agree immediately. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the J8, you can guess what I'll do 1st. Yes! I shop for clothes. Then took a look at some watches and DVDs. and found the eye catching PINK camera which costs over 500 bucks. Woo.. shall get someone to buy for me. That sales girl or girls were staring at me almost throughout my entire stay in the DVD shop. Hello! Window shopping isn't a crime though I did touch the casings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With less than 4 bucks in my purse, the only thing I could afford was FOOD! I love food. Love it love it love it. Spent 20 mins deciding what to buy. There was simply too many choices-sausage covered with bread crust, seafood tempura, oyster mee sua, almond paste...etc. I would eat them all in my dream tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back home, I met a primary school senior. She is still, still the same. But I can't recall her name.  Nvm, that's not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I say i bought the seafood tempura? It sounds nice but taste normal. Too normal. Haiz, wrong choice of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to revision now. ('o') 40 mins on bloggering. That's too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had enough exercise today. 40mins walking, 40mins looking at DVDs, 30mins watching a movie(outside DVD shop),20mins searching for food and 10 mins standing on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Jing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6402493031489720711?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6402493031489720711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6402493031489720711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhN7SG-H-3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3798338310913183768?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3798338310913183768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3798338310913183768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_deNldIu3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_deNldIu3c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3836823587082289164?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3836823587082289164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3836823587082289164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3836823587082289164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3836823587082289164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/09/mv.html' title='我的快乐'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2428686804367777381</id><published>2008-09-05T13:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:57:29.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>火柴天堂</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;火柴天堂/曾沛慈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="319" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTcGJoQc8Yg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTcGJoQc8Yg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2428686804367777381?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2428686804367777381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2428686804367777381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2428686804367777381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2428686804367777381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='火柴天堂'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1362756651910713066</id><published>2008-09-02T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:57:49.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;blockage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I almost forgot how it feels like to be sick until this morning. Really sick, not mentally but physically. Obvious isn't it? Fine. Read Rinelle's blog today and realise I'm still blessed with friends, though not many. But I do trust my dear friends won't segregate me unless I'm really very overbearing but sometimes I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th day since I last saw him or talked to him. And I'm proud to announce that(praise me Jiayi).  Ooooh....4 days...ok, u may not think a big deal of it but that is truly a remarkable achievement I made. Wait, on a 2nd thought, I think I'd done much better than that . Forget it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pple get sick? I must have some mental illness or something to grieve for 2 days without knowing the exact reason and when it's time to celebrate my recovery and focus on revision, I'm down with flu. Flu!!!!! I loathe u, detest u, despise u for u block my precious little nose and spin my already not so intelligent brain. Argh! I don't deserve this. I'm been a good girl. Good in the sense that I don't smoke or drink or date, always back home b4 dinner time and prepare my own meal if mum isn't free. Is that enough to prove that i m a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, will Vns yell at me if I don't go Jack's Place 2mr? Was I the one suggested it? Haiz, shall see 2mr. Maybe I'll run back home and kiss my pillow instead of the baked rice with chicken and mushroom. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese(with difficulty breathing)&lt;br /&gt;lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1362756651910713066?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1362756651910713066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1362756651910713066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1362756651910713066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1362756651910713066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2487108167937366615</id><published>2008-08-29T21:40:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:32:55.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Teachers' Day Celebration&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reasons, today has become the most memorable Teachers' Day I've celebrated, maybe due to the pranks played on Mr fam. Had not been so high for a period of time because of the prolonged struggle within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start today's activity.Before Mr Fam arrived, the class was busy preparing the gifts; Sabryna and some girls wrapping the flowerings, others were 'rehearsing' for the spraying game. After 30 mins , our 'star' finally appeared. Haha, he must be shocked or even traumatised to see so many colourful strings charging towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941134419789986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgCswkMiKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ukMo5ewlstQ/s320/CIMG1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;No class, not on me!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239946870259380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgH6oO68YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YyAgit0uDKM/s320/DSC01662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Showing appreciation to our gifts..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ You look sexy babe ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Next is the cake cutting ceremony!!! Look at the cake baked by Sabryna and don't be deceived by it. Though the appearance needs little improvement, it tastes superb. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941138733315778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgCtAontsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/W9KGJmqGia4/s320/CIMG1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Erm..How should I cut it???&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941147799906466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgCtiaQ6KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mTYYG7i9IbQ/s320/CIMG1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Never know Mr Fam loves to take photos, just like me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~4A loves Fam~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941153316931106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgCt29oBiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z8PjOne2Y6w/s320/CIMG1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Careful Hongmin, don't let me fall&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239946866739703970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgH6bHw8KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-PZoeZ7D9LQ/s320/CIMG1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ruixiang: make a post doesn't cost u a limb.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look at Joshua, how adorable!(dun take it seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239946860517070322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgH6D8LFfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AIh7pBl_byY/s320/CIMG1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Unfair! Why nobody looked at my camera?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dismissed, we went to the garden to continue the photo taking session. Wanted to record the whole session but is limited by my camera's flatting battery. We spent quite a long time forming an 'A' and a heart. And undoubtly, Yuxi deserved to credits(if u saw him climbing up the wall). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And last but not least, a very short video clip proudly presented by 4A GUYS: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8662bf7565ccdb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8662bf7565ccdb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334760%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CD1BAAA346AAF58CF3F622F88DD2D6C9DF3297B.135DD3D8877E956F7CE453E22AFE646F7165B8AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8662bf7565ccdb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtbubkdvoj4lcGhoMPORXPEMh938&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8662bf7565ccdb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334760%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CD1BAAA346AAF58CF3F622F88DD2D6C9DF3297B.135DD3D8877E956F7CE453E22AFE646F7165B8AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8662bf7565ccdb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtbubkdvoj4lcGhoMPORXPEMh938&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2487108167937366615?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8662bf7565ccdb3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2487108167937366615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2487108167937366615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2487108167937366615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2487108167937366615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day Celebration'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLgCswkMiKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ukMo5ewlstQ/s72-c/CIMG1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6811107906776092181</id><published>2008-08-25T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:33:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally i spoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally I Spoke&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day like normal sunday. Went to the lib, grab a seat and start reading weekly 5(source of chinese essay question). The plan was a failure for it's too cold in the lib and there was too much chatting(bet me and Pk abt Square, worst still i m the one who stared it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238367336970028930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLJrVsMbh4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/q1ghNJ6ydb0/s320/Pk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pk preparing for the phy 'lecture' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238363248497031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLJnntcgd6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t_zq67q_l5o/s320/Pk%27s+pet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Can't u chat with me? Sob sob..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before, I sent a msg to Square asking if all men are born equal. Weird question. And he replied, surprisingly! That was totally unprecedented. Then I spent the next 2 hours msging him. haha Jiayi, I know wad u're going to say but I didn't call him. Btw, the thought f him replying this msg really didn't cross my mind. Fine, drop this subject. I'm not supposed to talk abt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Flung my chinese essay today. Almost cried when was asked to stop. Humillation, shame, insult, guilt. How can I not finish it????? Totally unacceptable and absurd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6811107906776092181?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6811107906776092181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6811107906776092181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6811107906776092181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6811107906776092181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-i-spoke.html' title='finally i spoke'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SLJrVsMbh4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/q1ghNJ6ydb0/s72-c/Pk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1396877180490207857</id><published>2008-08-21T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:53:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days without square</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; months&lt;/b&gt; to 'O' level&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe now is the time to quit the habit of taking recess so as to safeguard myself and go on diet. Spending 1/2 hour in the canteen can be very thrilling especially when we're playing 'hide and seek'. Though not 100% sure if the seeker is looking for me but just like anyone who hides, I don't wish to be found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was an 'coincidence' day. Erica and I called out Mr Fam simultaneously, twice for the same reason. Then we turned to Jiayi, again at the same time. It's annoying to have someone say the things I say and worse with a louder voice. Ok, if i compare the similarities between me and Erica, there will be more than the number of fingers I have on one hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) We all laugh loudly in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Love shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Admire guys who play piano, violin and guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4)Ambitious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5)Scream at Jiayi when she eats at a pace slower than a snail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6)Watch the same Korean drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is this enough? I can't think of any other similarities. If u do, kindly tell me so that i can change it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shall share a story I read just now. It's named 'Search ur value from ur own shadow'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A homeless, silly man always loiters in a market. People enjoy laughing at him and make fun of him using different tricks. The most common trick is to get him to choose between a $5 coin and a $10 coin, he always take the $5 coin. So those people thought he was dumb and use the same trick repeatedly. Until 1 day a kind old lady asks if he really can't differentiate between a $5 and $10 coin. He smiled and answered, " If I take the $10 coin, they'll not ask me to choose anymore."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moral of story: Sometimes the more u want to show off ur intelligence, the more stupid and ignorant u appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Vns was saying she happily digs her own grave. In that case my grave is too deep, so I'm happily filling it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Say cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lijing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1396877180490207857?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1396877180490207857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1396877180490207857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1396877180490207857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1396877180490207857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-days-without-square.html' title='5 days without square'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1782446842852512917</id><published>2008-08-14T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:15:08.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noise&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Noise noise noise! I hate noise!!!! Ok, Dad and Sis arrived an hour ago. If Sis comes, I'm supposed to be happy but if Dad is here too... it will be a different story. To me, their arrival is equivilent to an outbreak of noise which drives me crazy especially when I'm doing math. Argh! Can they just shut up and quietly pack their luggage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write much today bcoz Sis wants to upload her pics. Wonder why she(younger sis) is so elated to see her. They hug and kiss in a way I will never appreciate. Haiz, bcoz this sis never scolds her and dotes on her more than anyone else? Haha, that's sth missing in me. But I have not intention to possess it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2899634852458195857-1782446842852512917?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1782446842852512917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1782446842852512917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1782446842852512917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1782446842852512917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/noise.html' title='noise'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1451515304177191831</id><published>2008-08-09T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:30:47.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Oral~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since oral is coming, let's do some practice by answering the questions below.&lt;br /&gt;Qn1&lt;br /&gt;a)What do you think is happening in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;b)Where do ou think this picture is taken?&lt;br /&gt;c)What do the 5 spoons symbolise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232527851898805634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJ2sW7HEHYI/AAAAAAAAADc/vVCK_2T5QwM/s320/raspberry+ripple.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qn2)Are they fighting over the ice-cream?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232528365738281106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJ2s01T8SJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SPn2d8pyc68/s320/ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qn3) Who is missing from her chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232529895218776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJ2uN3EgiuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/21AkkY3AJu4/s320/yummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qn4)What is he laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232527851830274242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJ2sW62uaMI/AAAAAAAAADk/zfOb759NT5s/s320/Tommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; *************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..I have not blogged for almost 7 days, simply because there isn't any interesting material. But today was different. We went to Tommy's house as suggested by Win who claimed that we shall not bring any 'distraction' to hinder the study plan. Guess what? The person himself broke the promise by bringing a laptop &gt;&lt; (Is that an irony?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By 1pm, everyone was there except me. U can guess, I'm just outside the gate waiting for 1 kind soul to let me in. Before Tommy appeared, I patiently observed the ants crawling on the gate, grass, and walls. Once again, I confirmed I hate almost all animals other than my beloved Inuka and penguins. There was this woman who let me in b4 Tommy's arrival, so I thought maybe I could find my way to his house. I turned right and then left, da dang! I reached the swimming pool. And I'm lost. I'm totally ignorant of which direction to go. Argh! Should have waited for Tommy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tommy's mum look so much younger than in the picture. This shows woman can become prettier and more sexy when they get older. hehehehe. It was Simon's turn to practise when I reached. "Lj, you'll be next," -Win. Shocked, I'm not mentally prepared. I dun even dare to read in front of Erica or even my tutor. It seems that I have a phobia in english oral. Weird me. I took more than 1/2 hour to complete the entire oral. Win almost died. Vns almost cried. Tommy and simon was too engrossed in the games to add pressure on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let's hear frm the expert,"-Win. Simon finshed the passage and picture discussion without much effort. Wow, that's wad I have to learn...the fluency and confidence. Win was funny. When he reads, he not only shakes, but spins too. But I like his persistence to finish the conversation b4 having lunch though my crave for KFC was too strong to be suppressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened next were:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Win and Tommy couldn't finish the chicken and was whining while tearing the meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Had raspberry ice cream as desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Simon left for tuition, the rest still struggling to finish the tub with 'hidden treasures'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)We began seaching for Angelina Jolie and Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Win and Tommy read manga, Vns doin a math, and I was asking for their views on ss qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Say bye to Tommy, accompanied Win to buy movie ticket for the Love Gurus and Vns to NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Home for dinner, watch ndp, take the pledge and get stunned when my brothers sang national anthem with so much pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Chatting with mum and planning to ask or fight for a new laptop from uncle since he gave one to sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I started typing at 11 plus and it's already 12.30am now. Shall get some sleep and prepare for 2mr's 'fight'. Vns actually wrote today's event in her blog. Visit hers to get more details. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1451515304177191831?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1451515304177191831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1451515304177191831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1451515304177191831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1451515304177191831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/oral.html' title='Oral'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJ2sW7HEHYI/AAAAAAAAADc/vVCK_2T5QwM/s72-c/raspberry+ripple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2186608626484438353</id><published>2008-08-03T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:15:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Happy Always~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to introduce my SPH friends!!! We helped out at the 'table tennis open cup' competiton held by Lianhezaobao and others somewhere in May. It's pretty cool to see those players smash their own school mates to win the prize which include cash and trophy. The amount is attractive enough to attract over 800 pple participate. But we only get to see the finals lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velocity Novena, a weird place to hold table tennis competition. It had been held in CCs in the past, so they must have some new ideas to publisize for this club. Anyway the idea works since many public asked about us. I pity the finalist to undure the noisy environment and slippery floor but everything comes with a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, these are some of my friends out there. Though most of them come from top JCs and sec schools, they won't proud(at least in front of me), and we get along well. And if u notice, I among the shortest. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zXp_D9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1sRqWmlre2w/s1600-h/P117_25_05_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230287535900397522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 9px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zXp_D9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1sRqWmlre2w/s400/P117_25_05_2008.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This is my best friend Wang Lu and ???(can't rmb his name coz he's from other group)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230287537027194354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zb2onfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DsWxHQ_i8KE/s400/P118_25_05_2008.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;And Ya Ying is in the middle.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230287538329241906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zgtESTI/AAAAAAAAADE/jRRcK3CpXz4/s400/P120_25_05_2008.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Wang Jue and Yi Tian&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230287538318719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zgqjuhI/AAAAAAAAADM/2vJl9p1qiP8/s400/DSC07107.JPG" width="381" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Haha finally this is my group photo but less than half of us were present :( The guy without glasses is my assistant leader. Handsome right??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230287542927168578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="371" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zx1TFEI/AAAAAAAAADU/T-RzGWatWAM/s400/DSC07069.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cheering on the 2nd floor &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken pics during the sports day.How stupid I was to miss the chance taking Tian Yu's photo. He was definity 100% more charming than the dark knight. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't life a bed of roses? But beneath roses are thorns. God! I'm contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2186608626484438353?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2186608626484438353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2186608626484438353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2186608626484438353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2186608626484438353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJW2zXp_D9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1sRqWmlre2w/s72-c/P117_25_05_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6039427279165389847</id><published>2008-08-03T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:15:11.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pepper lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pepper Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, didn't blog for the past 4 days, got miss me? Pls say yes or I won't be motivated to blog. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was spent waiting for Mr __. He usually wont be late but this morning he made me wait for 15 min! Haiz it seems short right? But that's the longest time I have ever waited(for him only). Anyway the tuition was canceled due to his fever and his 'heavy headed'&lt;br /&gt;condition. Somehow I felt relieved to be able to rest for a week(not bcoz he is sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study plan this afternoon was the most successful one ever since i join the study group. For the fact that I completed most of my hw including chinese!!!!Simon left for tuition at 2 plus and Tommy joined us after meeting his friends. Vns and Win went for lunch together with Simon so for about 5-10 mins I was alone guarding the seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 plus, I finally completed the phy paper 2. It's time to ponder where we should take dinner!!!!(the discussion actually started at 3 plus if u know) Tommy took out 4 pieces of paper and we were supposed to write our preferred dinning outlet. Then Tommy held his hand together and shook the cruched papers in a way similar to lucky draw if u know wad i mean. Guess whose paper came out first??? Haha, it was mine, then Vns's, Win's and Tommy's was the last. In the end Tommy eliminated the first 3 options and chose to go Pepper Lunch. Argh! Then wads the point of that 'lucky draw'????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Pepper Lunch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964260467706338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJSQyQ0qieI/AAAAAAAAACU/1262p8IsFLs/s400/P155_02_08_2008.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Sign of detestation~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229965596131371698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJSSAAjsqrI/AAAAAAAAACk/a5sRz_JDvqs/s400/P153_02_08_2008.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;adding soya sauce to salmon~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229965827584142866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJSSNeyVrhI/AAAAAAAAACs/zewrjJBx9JQ/s400/P156_02_08_2008.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~Vns having Pepper Beef Rice~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me? Hmm.. I only took 'coma' (if I'm not wrong) which is a black sesamed ice-cream and soup. Vns ate the caramel flavoured one and the boys took 'Matcha'(green tea) if I spell correctly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A thousand thanks to Vns, Tommy and Win for the ice-cream. Love u people :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6039427279165389847?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6039427279165389847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6039427279165389847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6039427279165389847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6039427279165389847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/08/pepper-lunch.html' title='pepper lunch'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SJSQyQ0qieI/AAAAAAAAACU/1262p8IsFLs/s72-c/P155_02_08_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-7432283156502755641</id><published>2008-07-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:12:38.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>体育日</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Annual Sports Day&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was 万众期待的《联合早报体育通讯员》一年一度的‘体育日’. Haaha, glad to see them again but many who entered the same year as me didn't turn up so I was mixing around with the new members. The day started with soccer and frisbee which I can't play at all. The only thing I could do was to cheer and scream at a pitch higher than the opponent team. Haha, they can't win me in this. For the whole entire morning, we lost all matches of soccer and frisbee except for the last freesbee game which we won by three points. How pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, our spirit didn't lose, Just have fun and lose with pride. Had rice, green vege, pork and my favourite tofu for lunch. It came in such big portion that Yanhong can't even finish it. But most of us could and we even finish the milo plus hundred plus(came in 1.5 litres, shared by all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon games began an hour and a half later. They were handball and basketball!!!!! If Xiaohua didn't leave then my team will be much much stronger. The rule says there must be at least 2 girls with total of 4 from each team on court. Poor xiaojiao and kaiqi got to play almost 3 consecutive matches coz they are only girls who can play. Kaiqi was awesome. The way she intercept the opponent's ball impresses all the other teams. Of course! she's from Nangyang Girls basketball school team. Xiaojiao isn't bad either. At least she's from netball sch team. Tianyu is my idol!!! He's damn damn damn cool when he shot. Haha that's the reason why our star player had cramps 4 times during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Yitian's boldness. Though she doesn't excel in basketball, she stand in with Jinmin before xiaojiao and kaiqi collapes. I wasn't bad either, went in once with the only role to disrupt opponents' pass. Haha it wasnt quite effective but I had fun. At least i touched the ballll!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the handball. Zhong jun was sighing to be the goalkeeper(coz we scored twice within the 1st min) until he failed to guard the goal post properly and let two balls in. See, he regreted. Yitian and I was standing behind him. Cheering and screaming whenever we scored. Aha! It was then Zhong jun told me how ear-piercing my voice is. Yan hong had the same sentiment when she stood beside me. And so Yitian got a loud volume and mine is of a high pitch, together with yanhong and jin min we SCREAMED for our star players. It wad so much better than in the basketball court( in door) where no one dared to sit in front of us or even near me. I'm not joking. The guys were covering their ears for the 1st time they heard me scream. And for the 2nd time. they were not there anymore. Haha. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It was a disadvantage for us this year because we are only used to balls controlled by hand. Other teams all have soccer team players(some even from school team) but the only soccer player in my didn't come. Argh! Luckily we won many matches in basketball and handball. Or we would be the last, sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to Mrt with Yifei from RGS. Such coincidence we were blocked by the same chij girl in basketball match. Her only trick seemed to stick to the opponent so that they dun get the ball. Too bad she did the same thing when it was their pass.How silly of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to blog yesterday but was totally shagged. Never in my life to stay outdoor for 12hours!&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that Zhong jun, Xiaohua and Shuhan came back. They are the source of my motivation to 'fight' against those tough guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't 4A organise some outings so that we can exercise and have fun as a class? Playing ball games have been the easiest and most enjoyable way to stay healthy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-7432283156502755641?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/7432283156502755641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=7432283156502755641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7432283156502755641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/7432283156502755641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_28.html' title='体育日'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2160266938767050160</id><published>2008-07-24T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:13:26.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat eat eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eat eat eat&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what Po said in kung fu panda? "I eat when I'm sad!" as he happily munch the cookies. People eat for certain reasons. I eat for every reason. After knowing Mrs Ess was absent , I immediately ate the bread I brought to school. It was only 10am but my tummy was already grumbling coz I only had an apple in the morning. At 10.30am, I finished a packet of cookies. I thought I was full. So I happily dragged jiayi to canteen to collect the TIME magazine.&lt;/p&gt;I must have inherited the wrong genes to have such desire for food. Whenever I try to lose weight, i gain more. If I try to eat less, I end up eating more. I wonder who she is that carried a bowl of Mee Soto and walked past me. It gave me motivation to eat something. Suddenly I felt so empty because everyone else was eating something. Btw I was having coconut bread then,. Finally I can't resist the temptation so I bought extremely salty Mee Soto. It taste worse then salt water. Stupid stupid stupid stupid! How could I buy that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone believe if I claim that my tummy was pertruting after recess? Haha I can't believe that no a single grain of rice enter my mouth. I took noodles again for lunch and 2 plates of spaghetti for dinner. Yummy Yummy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2160266938767050160?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2160266938767050160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2160266938767050160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2160266938767050160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2160266938767050160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/eat-eat-eat.html' title='eat eat eat'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-617801130556800875</id><published>2008-07-20T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:15:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;丑陋的心灵&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SINGMKdGUFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w5rKRbSGCN0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225097167458685010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SINGMKdGUFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w5rKRbSGCN0/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, quite a ugly picture. But try ur best not to comment on it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-617801130556800875?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/617801130556800875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=617801130556800875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/617801130556800875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/617801130556800875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugly.html' title='Ugly'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TtvhvkUbABE/SINGMKdGUFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/w5rKRbSGCN0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-874046767824511294</id><published>2008-07-20T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:41:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;Things to be done today:&lt;br /&gt;1) prepare for bio and chem spa&lt;br /&gt;2) finish chinese essay&lt;br /&gt;3) Ahmad Ibrahim's paper&lt;br /&gt;4) check air ticket&lt;br /&gt;5) Venice&lt;br /&gt;6) Mr Heng's paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-874046767824511294?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/874046767824511294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=874046767824511294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/874046767824511294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/874046767824511294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1171373265663416114</id><published>2008-07-17T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:12:20.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rumour=disaster&lt;/size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This afternoon on my way home, Hongmin asked me if I like bubble tea. I knew something is wrong. And I'm right. They(Melissa, Jerry, Simon and Hongmin) told me a rumour. It goes like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, Erica and I went to buy bubble tea. While drinking, she asked me if she could drink mine and I aprroved. However when I requested to drink hers, she refused. Ok, this is obviously fake for 2 simple reasons&lt;br /&gt;1) I dun drink bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;2) I dun share drinks unless we are drinking from different straws.&lt;br /&gt;I was curious who spread this rumour. Jerry said he heard it from Jessica. Fine,I shall ask her 2mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I reprimanded my sis for 2 grave mistakes she made( In fact, there were four). First, she lay all her colour pencils on tea table and went bathing. Second, she went to play with mum's friends without finishing her dinner. Best of all, she ignored me, twice, thinking that i would not scream her in front of outsiders. Well, if she listened to me, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do reflect if I'm too harsh on a 4 yr old girl. But the saying goes if a child is not taught properly b4 3 yrs old, it would be more difficult in future. And she was already four.&lt;br /&gt;Letting the maid look after her is never a good idea because she learns all the bad habits from the maid. But mum thinks otherwise. DY(maid) always opposes what I say. Eg. When I demand Lina( sis) to pack her stuff on the tea table b4 showering, she would ask Lina to pack it only after her shower. Though Lina is always in dilemia, she would listen to me 9 out of 10 times. But it's not the case of winning the maid. My sis has to change her bad habits. It also serves as a warning to DY that she has no right to interfere what I teach my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remedial 2mr is changed to higher chinese as according to 陈老师. But all other subject teachers including Mr Heng were not informed. Let's see, if Mdm Cheng step into 4A at 12.30pm, the class would be confused if there's chemistry remedial. Or if Mr Heng enters 4A and see Mdm Cheng there, they may have disputes on whose remedial to start 1st. But mostly probably Mr Heng would give way. Then Erica will be very sad to write chinese essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese&lt;br /&gt;Lijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#141414;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1171373265663416114?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1171373265663416114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1171373265663416114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1171373265663416114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1171373265663416114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/rumor.html' title='rumour'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1480404097547075885</id><published>2008-07-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:12:33.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Heng will be leaving next week, so it means Mdm Parimala is coming back! Oh God. This reminds me of the days where we are forced to bring tb to school when i don't see any use in it. Well, our last moment with Mr Heng only left with 1 hour and that's the friday remedial but it seems to be taken away by chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how glad Erica would be if chinese remedial is cancelled on Friday. It would the worst thing that can happen to me. Haiz the moment she displays her abhorrence during chinese, a thousand thought will tell me to punch her face or pinch her nose(haha i m not that aggressive). Someday if I really can't resist myself, maybe I'll scream at her. Scream to the highest pitch I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my group presented GIFE. The game seems being welcomed and appreciated especially by the boys for the fact that _____ is the goalkeeper(I'm not implying anything). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we played powerball. Vanesse, Tania, Tommy, Win and Emanto were in my team. Janice. QL, Christina, Ken, Jerry and Vernon were our opponents. Erm.. it's my most engrossing game this year( I didnt stand in front of the cones and stone u see). Ken is a tough . I never have the gut to defend him(haha bcoz of his fast reaction and speed). The last cone was knocked down by me ahahahahahah. Can't imagine right? Win passed me the ball from the other end where no one was blocking  and I was right beside the cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS test will be 12 hours later. Oh gosh! I can't rmb any fact from the tb. Gotta study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese&lt;br /&gt;lijing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-1480404097547075885?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1480404097547075885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1480404097547075885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1480404097547075885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1480404097547075885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/mr-heng-will-be-leaving-next-week-so-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-2902540672229373869</id><published>2008-07-14T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:07:38.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>纯真浪漫的儿时让你向往童话中虚拟的世界 然而残酷的现实不只将它摧毁 也破碎了你稚嫩的心灵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是现实残酷吗, 还是你太幼稚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼看写童话故事的作家已寥寥无几 才使你觉悟那个世界是不存在的 因为不再有人相信它了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-2902540672229373869?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/2902540672229373869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=2902540672229373869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2902540672229373869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/2902540672229373869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-1212677138111793770</id><published>2008-07-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:43:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday=Pizza Day=$$$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#515151;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday=Pizza Day=$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Never know a normal sunday can be so &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ae0057;"&gt;fulfilling"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My tummy would say. I ate 2 pieces of pizza, a salad, and mushroom soup. The dinner lasted almost 2 hours because no one was satisfied with their servings. Haiz the more I eat the more I pay. But this only come to realization when Tommy calculated our bills. OH GOD! I spent 16 plus!!!! That's my most expensive meal ever. Worst of all, when Mum wasn't aware that I had my dinner, I had to take another serving. In the end she exposed me when I didn't drink my soup(I never miss it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall consider not to take dinner outside anymore, for it already left too big a hole on my purse. I wonder how much weight I would gain. Never mind i can always go on a diet. Haha, anyway I contented to finish my math today. YEH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ae0057;"&gt;learnt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;1)Never offend boys bcoz they can be more petty than girls&lt;br /&gt;2)Never ask boys weird questions on behalf of _____&lt;br /&gt;3)Never be the last to finish your meal unless u dun mind pple amplifying(the sound of) your gullet's movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2899634852458195857-1212677138111793770?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/1212677138111793770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=1212677138111793770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1212677138111793770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/1212677138111793770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/sundaypizza-day.html' title='Sunday=Pizza Day=$$$$$'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-6863441286556331900</id><published>2008-07-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:43:26.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheese XD</title><content type='html'>Haha..finally change my blog skin, all thanks to Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cant write much today. Shall continue 2mr. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;"( my bro wants to use) sobsob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-6863441286556331900?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/6863441286556331900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=6863441286556331900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6863441286556331900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/6863441286556331900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/say-cheese-xd.html' title='say cheese XD'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-3093365956705595454</id><published>2008-07-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:46:18.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theessarmy won!!!!!</title><content type='html'>For the whole of last night, I was anticipating Mrs Ess would hire a bus to take us to Science Centre to view the WorldView finale. But things didn't go my way because consent formed was not issued to parents so she can't bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;             I tried to ask for Mr Kalid's consent to dismiss ur 15 mins earlier so that we take our lunch. Again he rejected saying that even if we get stung by a bee, he'll be held responsible. Haiz in the end, Win, Youyue, Janice, Jiayi, Erica(Argh!!!!), Yingthong, Yan Ting and me rushed there by mrt.  Not exaggerating, but we almost ran throughout the whole journey(not on Mrt of course) because our 'leader' Win claimed that we were extremely late( not blaming him coz it's a fact).&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;              I actually had very high expectation on NUS high of math and science until their presentation shattered my illusion. Not making bad comment on their project but the presentation was text based so was rather dry to me. The idea of ploting vegetable fields is impressive but somewhat risky because they didn't include the maintenance cost. I assume they thought of getting the school students to do it but who is willing to perspire under the scorthing hot sun to take care of the crops when one can choose to stay in library(or somewhere else) and enjoy the aircon( not insulting the farmers for they are my most respected pple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Before NUS started presenting, nervousness already overwhelmed me. Haha Janice knows it best bcoz her hand was constantly shaken by me. Theessarmy, I would say, did Mrs Ess and everyone of us  proud. (aha finally got the chance to show off in front of him). Their presentation was the best of all, for their creativeness and passion in promoting  Shoo Mozzie. Honestly speaking, this victory is erm...应该的。We've got 2 organisation working with us, a professor enroling in this area and Uncle Jo to guide us, and most importantly Mrs Ess, the most resourceful, enthusiastic teacher and writter of this incredible script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Never know that taking bus 52 back home would take more than 1 hour. My butt almost burn the seat. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 After spending 1 hour to change this blogskin, I failed. Can't help but to admit my stupidity in IT. Fine, I know that all along &gt;&lt; Heng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3093365956705595454?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3093365956705595454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3093365956705595454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3093365956705595454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3093365956705595454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/theessarmy-won.html' title='theessarmy won!!!!!'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899634852458195857.post-3847320143858044484</id><published>2008-07-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:32:34.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birth of my blog</title><content type='html'>Yo, finally created my own blog though it's kind of empty and ugly. Well, that can't be helped because I have no idea how to change to a better skin(and of course other stuff). Anyway, I hope Tommy will help for he is a kind soul(haha not like CH). Customising is an arduous job. I spent almost 2 hours on it. Argh! But nvm, the passion in me is still burning. I'll not give up on blogging. -say cheese :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2899634852458195857-3847320143858044484?l=dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/feeds/3847320143858044484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2899634852458195857&amp;postID=3847320143858044484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3847320143858044484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2899634852458195857/posts/default/3847320143858044484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofreality-lijing.blogspot.com/2008/07/birth-of-my-blog.html' title='The birth of my blog'/><author><name>Lijing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07579057879391255351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
